Chapter 38
THIRTY-EIGHT
We’re due to have a lot of conversations as a pack.
We’ve skipped a few steps, our hands forced by this surprise heat.
I don’t regret our coming in here. They needed us. Part of me worries the Omegas will come out of the heat upset with us, but I have to trust that all our instincts are guiding us in the right direction.
“Hey.” Wyatt’s whispered voice pulls me out of my thoughts. He’s slowly slipping out from underneath Atlas and moving to sit beside me. Both Omegas are out cold, their night of continuous fucking catching up to them now that they’ve taken knots. “You’re not resting?”
“I’m not the one who knotted my Omega for the first time,” I tease, bumping him with my shoulder. “How are you feeling?”
He picks up his boxers from the side of the nest and pulls them on. Sebass left to place a grocery order and make some food, and Charles and Athena are curled up together, snoring softly.
“Fine. Can you come with me for a second?”
He sounds surprisingly serious, so I push to stand, following him into the bathroom off the side of the nest. He hits the light and rests on the side of the tub, looking conflicted.
“Everything okay, Wyatt?”
“I know what you did in there for Atlas,” he informs me, fiddling with a loose thread on his boxers. “You knew he wouldn’t ask for a knot and found a way for him to feel in control.”
I wave off his words. “It’s no big deal. I can understand where he’s coming from, is all.”
“You’re good with both of them in a way I’m not,” he continues, staring at his feet. “I’ve been thinking, and you can tell me no if you want, but I think you need to be pack lead from now on.”
That’s not what I expected him to say.
I perch myself on the edge of the tub next to him, resting my hands on my knees. “Why do you say that?”
“When we picked me to lead, it was because we all liked my last name the best,” he says dismissively. “It wasn’t ever supposed to be a long-term thing. Or I didn’t think it was going to be.”
He’s not wrong.
Our pack formed slowly. Before Lupine Investigations was a thing, and I was just a Hawk, Wyatt and I met at a bar.
We knew immediately that we were supposed to be a pack, but forming a pack with only the two of us felt odd.
We kept in touch, knowing that eventually we’d be pulled back together, but didn’t think of it much beyond that.
About six months after we met, he called me out of the blue.
He stumbled into Sebastian at a coffee shop.
Literally stumbled into him, spilling coffee all over the other Alpha’s laptop.
But Sebass is an easy-going guy, and he wasn’t upset with Wyatt at all.
He was thrilled to find out that he had a pack.
That’s when we realized we needed to find a pack house. There were three of us, which is a proper pack in the eyes of the law.
Charles was at the bank making a deposit the day we walked in to apply for a loan for a pack house.
There’s no way to know for sure when your pack is complete, but when I saw him and that unmistakable feeling of kinship washed over me and I shook his hand for the first time, I was sure that it was only going to be the four of us.
We were nearly strangers, but we moved into this house together and figured things out as we went along. When we applied to be a pack, we all agreed that Wyatt had the best last name, and we registered him as the lead.
The lead Alpha is basically the power of attorney for the whole pack. The face of the pack. I was fine with letting anyone else be the face that our pack presents to the world.
It can’t be me.
Shouldn’t be me.
I’m a criminal with a record, and my face is not the prettiest in our pack by a long shot.
“It’s just a title,” I remind Wyatt, patting him on the back. “It’s no big deal.”
“I know. But I still think you should have it.”
“Why?” I can’t stop the question from slipping out. “Why me?”
“Feels right. I bet if you asked the rest of them, they’d agree.”
I roll my eyes and bump him with my shoulder. “Is it because I’m so old?”
“Part of it, Gramps,” he teases. “But our pack is changing. There’s nothing that says our lead can’t, too.”
“Are you sure?”
“A hundred percent. We’re all about following instincts right now, right? This is what mine are saying.” He pushes to his feet and heads over to the toilet, lifting the lid and whipping his cock out to take a piss, effectively ending the conversation.
“Asshole,” I groan, pushing to my feet. “Piss isn’t a punctuation mark.”
He flushes the toilet and heads to the sink to wash his hands. “Yeah, well, I knew it’d cut off any argument you were going to make.”
“We have to ask the others,” I hedge, not wanting to show how touched I am that he wants this for me.
“They’ll say yes, but sure, we’ll ask them.”
Athena is swallowing Atlas to the root when I get back to the nest. Charles is sitting on the edge, with his face in his phone.
“What are you on your phone for?” I hiss, sitting beside him and watching our Omegas together. “They need you.”
“We’re going to be out of commission for at least a day or two. I’m making sure everything is in place for us to go radio silent.” He turns his phone so I can see it, tapping the screen. “We’ve got a few legitimate jobs that are pending, and I need to make sure everyone is on top of things.”
“You’d rather do that than join them?” I say, gesturing at Atlas and Athena. He’s got his face buried between her legs now, and her back is arched as she grabs her tits and moans in pleasure.
“Of course, I want to join them, but we don’t know how long their heat is going to last, and I’m the only one who can make sure everything is in place for us to be unreachable for a few days. But don’t let that stop you. By all means, go spend time with our Omegas.”
I don’t need to be told twice. I’ve been eager to get my hands on both of them.
I love to watch. Being on the sidelines doesn’t bother me one bit. Seeing people reach the heights of pleasure is intoxicating.
But, fuck, it is past time for me to get to be with them.
“Hey, Omegas,” I coo, scooting down to where they lie on the nest. Athena turns her head to look at me through hooded eyes. “Got room for one more?”
“Alpha,” she breathes, reaching for me immediately. Atlas looks up from between her thighs, his eyes wild with arousal, and licks his lips slowly, not breaking eye contact with me.
I lean forward and catch his mouth with mine, tasting her intoxicating flavor on his tongue. Our lips move together, slowly, tentatively at first, and then more fervently.
When we disconnect, panting, my cock straining as the smell of smoke and marshmallows surrounds me, I weave my fingers into Atlas’s hair and pull, tilting his head back to look at me.
“How about we show our Omega what it’s like to be worshipped, hm?” I say in a low voice.
He whines, and it’s a fucking heady sound. I love when my partners make noise during sex, and luckily, both of my Omegas are vocal things.
Athena, unwilling to wait, forces my underwear down and grabs the base of my cock, licking the underside from beneath where I kneel. I tilt my head and look down at her curiously.
“Did I say you could taste me, Omega?”
Her eyes widen, and she shakes her head, pausing with her tongue half out of her mouth.
“On your knees, if you would please, Athena.”
I love the way she scrambles to obey me. I won’t order Atlas around this way unless he tells me he wants it, but I can see that Athena craves it.
I stroke my hand across her shoulders as I kneel behind her. Her hair is a fucked out mess, her skin splotchy and red from arousal and heat, and I want her so fucking bad I can hardly stand it.
Snaking my hand around her ribcage and over the scar on her chest to hold her neck lightly, and nip at her ear.
“Can I fuck you, Omega? Can I fuck you so hard that your eyes roll into the back of your head and the only thing keeping you upright is me?” She whines and nods rapidly, scooting her ass back and rubbing it against my crotch.
“Can you swallow your Omega down as I do it? Take him all the way into this pretty throat of yours and hold him there while I knot you, stretch you out? Can you give your Omega what he needs?”
“Yes,” she pants. My eyes find Atlas, where he stands in front of our Omega, fists clenched and cock dripping slick. He looks desperate, shaking with the effort of restraining himself.
I’m not a sadist. I won’t torture my Omegas unless they ask for it.
“Get that gorgeous cock, Omega. Atlas,” I say, a hint of Alpha bark in my voice, “on your knees. Let your Omega take care of you.”
He drops to his knees so fast that it’s a good thing the nest is padded. Otherwise, he’d be in pain.
When Athena bends over to take him in her mouth, she presents her ass to me, and it’s too tempting to pass up. Her slit drips with slick, making my mouth water as I shove my briefs all the way off and grab the base of my aching cock. I tease her clit with my tip before slowly sliding inside her.
She pops off Atlas’s cock to moan, her elbows buckling as she tries to fall into presentation.
“None of that, now,” I say sweetly, grabbing her by the hair. “Don’t neglect your Omega.” I shove her head roughly back into his crotch, holding her in place as she swallows Atlas down. “There you go, that’s Alpha’s good girl. You take care of him, I’ll take care of you, okay?”
She makes a muffled sound of assent, and I purr in satisfaction. “That’s my perfect little Omega.”
With my hand on her hair, I pull out before quickly slamming myself inside her, unable to go slow and savor this first time together when the pheromones in the nest are threatening to send me into a rut.
I knew two Omegas meant two of everything, but I didn’t think about how the double dose of heat pheromones would affect me.
I can feel myself losing my grip, growling as I push into her over and over, and my vision goes hazy.
“Alpha,” Atlas moans, drawing my attention to his blissed-out face. “Please.”
I don’t know what he’s begging for, but whatever it is, I want to give it to him.
He leans forward, and I capture his lips with mine.
It’s a sloppy kiss, his facial hair scuffing against me and nearly causing sensory overload.
When he whines into my mouth as he comes down Athena’s throat, and she moans, clenching around me, I can’t hold back.
I pound into her two more times before my cock kicks and empties inside her.
My knot expands, locking inside her, and I let out a growl.
The need to possess, to own, overwhelms me, and I grab Atlas by the throat, pulling him to me before I lock down on his shoulder, breaking skin and bonding him to me.
He groans and reciprocates the bite, and I feel his presence fill me in a smoky, lazy swirl.
I wrap my arms around Athena’s waist and slowly lower us to the surface of the nest. She’s panting, her body loose, and I nip and kiss along her neck before sinking my teeth in. Her cunt tightens around me as she keens, before she takes me by the hand and bites my forearm.
Gooey and sweet, like the scent that invades my senses as I bury my nose in her neck, Athena’s bond falls in place right next to Atlas’s.
My other Omega slides behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist and spooning me, as our bodies sink deeper and deeper into relaxation. I don’t think this moment will last long, but for now, I’m going to enjoy it.