Chapter 39
THIRTY-NINE
My whole body hurts. It doesn’t seem to care that I just got fucked, and Harvey’s knot has barely deflated enough to slip out of me.
I want to scream with need. It’s made worse by the delicious scent of rich dark chocolate that fills the nest.
The door to the nest slides open, and Sebass slips in, wearing a pair of cozy-looking pants, his soft belly on display. He makes eye contact with me, and his smile is dazzling.
“Hey, Omega. You’re looking freshly fucked.”
“Not fresh enough,” I say, crawling across the nest to him. “Please, Alpha?”
He stutters, looking around. I follow his line of sight to where Wyatt and Charles are reclining on the edge of the nest, watching us curiously.
“You don’t want one of them, instead?”
I wrinkle my nose and snag his hand, pulling him down. “No. You’re my Alpha.”
“So are they.”
“I’ll have them later. Do you not want me?”
Sebastian blanches. “Of course I want you! But I wasn’t sure…”
A growl slips from between my lips, and I nearly tackle him, pressing my lips against his. He gasps and grips my bare hips as I hold his face in my hands and grind my cunt against him.
“I want you, Alpha,” I say between kisses. “Please?”
“As if I could deny you anything, Omega,” he says sweetly, finally returning my kiss the way I crave. “What do you need from me?”
I hum, letting my hands drift over his skin. I love the way he feels under my fingertips. He’s soft, like I am, and it makes me want to curl up in his lap like a little cat.
But I can’t do that right now, because my body is aching with need. This need is less pressing than it has been previously, but it remains present nonetheless.
I push him to lie on his back and drag my body down his, pulling his pants and boxers down with me until he’s bare before me.
This designation change has given me confidence in the bedroom I never had before. Or maybe it’s not confidence, but pure Omega desperation.
Either way, this Alpha is mine, and I’m going to show him.
I climb him like a tree, rubbing my dripping pussy over his length. “Can I?” I ask, barely above a whisper. “Please?”
He audibly gulps and nods. “Yeah, Omega. Whatever you need is yours.”
I grab the base of his cock and slowly slide onto it, feeling immediate relief at the way he fills me. I’m not overcome with the need to fuck, though. I’m content to lie here in his arms, keeping his cock inside me.
His hips twitch, like he’s struggling to hold himself back, but he does. He’s following my lead, fighting his own instincts to make sure I get what I need from him.
I kiss across my Alpha’s face, to his ears, down his neck. “Did you ever dream of bonding?” I ask before continuing my path of kisses across his collarbone.
“Yeah,” he says softly, stroking my hair and bucking his hips a little. “I don’t know if a lot of young Alphas do, but I’ve read enough romance novels to want it for myself. I didn’t know if I ever would, but I always said that if I were lucky enough to find an Omega, I’d wear my mark with pride.”
“Where?” I ask, running my fingers through his hair. I can’t touch him enough, can’t get close enough to him. Something about Sebastian, about the way he keeps track of how often he makes me laugh, heals a part of me I didn’t realize was broken because I had lived with it so long.
“Front and center, of course.” He says it as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world.
“At the base of my throat. So everyone could see it.” His fingers trail down my spine and trace over my ribs, tickling me.
I wiggle and giggle, and he groans, thrusting into me slowly from below. “You’re killing me, Omega.”
My lips land on the base of his throat, the spot he claims he wanted marked. I move slowly, making my intentions clear and giving him the chance to stop me, even if his doing so would break me.
He doesn’t stop me.
His eyes drift closed, and his body tenses, anxiety rippling through him. When my teeth break skin, it’s like all of it rushes out of him as he gasps, unable to hold back from fucking me any longer.
His pace is slow, hips rolling seductively and causing his cock to drag deliciously across my most sensitive spots. I groan, pushing myself up and propping my hands on his chest so I can ride him, moving with his motions as both of us pant and groan.
Sebastian takes my hand from his chest and kisses my palm before biting my wrist. The sharp pain and the joyful, sunny feel of his bond lighting up inside me have my body quaking and me throwing my head back.
“Fuck,” he hisses, finally giving in to his instincts and pounding into me. “Fuck, you feel so good. You smell so good.”
How can he smell me? Atlas is on the other side of the nest, kissing Harvey as they slide their cocks together.
Sebastian reaches between us and strums my clit, and that’s all it takes for my orgasm to wash over me. He follows suit, his knot expanding and locking us together. I collapse onto his chest, rubbing my nose into the thin, blond hair there, inhaling the scent of fresh grapefruit.
My body stills, and I rub my nose further into his chest hair, inhaling deeply.
Grapefruit.
It comes back to me, the realization that I scent matched with Charles after we bonded.
A small part of me isn’t broken anymore. That must mean the dark chocolate I smelled earlier was Harvey, which fits him.
“What?” Sebass asks, stroking my hair.
“Grapefruit,” I say on an exhale. “Fresh. Clean. Crisp. You smell like mornings with my dad. A bowl of fresh citrus on the table between us before school. Like home.”
“Like home,” he repeats on an exhale.
“Come here, Omega,” Wyatt says softly, pulling me off of Sebass’s chest. “Let me hold ya.”
“Mm,” I grumble, wiggling into his arms. “Hot.”
“I know you are, princess,” he says, stroking his hand down my hair. “Let me get you in the bath.” I make a noise of protest, and he makes a tsking noise. “No ma’am, no complaining. I’m gonna get ya cleaned up, and then you’ll eat.”
“What about Atlas?” I whine petulantly. “Why doesn’t he have to?”
“He’s going to spend time with Sebass,” the Alpha says, lowering me into a warm, but not too warm, bath. “So it’s just me and you, right now.”
“Get in with me?” I ask, looking up into his hazel eyes. His handsome face breaks out into a big grin.
“Thought you’d never ask.”
Wyatt and I haven’t spent much time together. Well, it’s not like I’ve gotten to spend much time with any of them, truthfully. I know there is plenty of time for that. Now that I’ve accepted that this is my pack for real, we have all the time in the world.
From the first time Wyatt came into the nest to scent Atlas and me, I’ve wanted to get closer to him, and every time he’s touched me or held me since then has reinforced this desire. His presence is so steady. He radiates safety.
He slides behind me, pulling me between his thighs and wrapping his arms around my waist. His hard cock is stuck between us, and I wiggle against it. He pinches my inner thigh.
“Hey!” I squawk, splashing water all over in my attempt to spin around and glare at him.
“That’s not why we’re here, naughty Omega,” he chastises. “This is the time for relaxation.”
“How am I supposed to relax when you’re holding me at gunpoint?” I whine, rubbing myself against him. “Please?”
He chuckles and nips gently at my throat. “You’re so dramatic. We can get to that in a minute,” he says placatingly. “Let me wash your hair first.”
Using a small cup on the side of the tub, he gently wets my hair before massaging a sweet mint shampoo into my hair.
As much as I want to fuck him, to take his knot, I cannot deny that I needed this.
My body is sore and tense, and the gentle way he touches me has the Omega in me sighing in pleasure.
“I love this smell,” I say, my eyes falling closed.
“Mint?” he asks, fingers digging into my scalp and making me moan. “Why?”
“There was wild mint that grew throughout my neighborhood. Smells like home.”
He hums as he pours water on my hair. “My ma drank a ton of mint juleps,” he says with a chuckle. “Mom hated them, but that didn’t stop Ma.”
“How many parents do you have?” I ask. “Icarus and I are unusual. We have an Alpha father and a Beta mother. I know most Alphas end up in packs, but Dad never seemed to want one.”
Wyatt pours more tepid water over my head, agitating the strands to ensure he’s got all the shampoo out. The temperature feels great on my heated skin, but he must be catching a chill by now. “Two moms and two dads.”
“One of your dads was an Omega?”
Having finished washing my hair, I lie back as Wyatt massages my neck while he talks. I sink into his grip. “Yep, just like Will. They lived differently from other packs. Ma and Pop were a couple, and Mom and Dad were, too. Mom was only with Pop when he was in heat.”
“That’s different.”
He snorts. “Yeah, that’s one word for it.”
“So polyamory isn’t something you had modeled for you growing up?”
“Not in the way most do, nah.” He drifts his fingers across my shoulders and up my neck, and my eyes fall closed.
I have to fight back a groan at how good his hands feel on me. “I’ve always hoped I’d end up in a pack.”
Wyatt chuckles and leans down, kissing my neck. “Is that so?”
“Mm-hmm,” I hum.
“Why did you want a pack?”
“Well, I know you think Omegas are more trouble than they’re worth,” I tease.
“That is not even a little bit of what I said.” He pinches my nipple and I groan. I grab his hand and get him to knead the tender flesh of my breast while I talk.
“I always thought it would be like having another family—people who will always be in your corner, no matter what.” As I talk, he licks water droplets off my skin.
“I think I got pretty lucky in the pack department. Four Alphas and an Omega? More than I could’ve hoped for.
Plus, I don’t know if you know this, but my pack is ridiculously hot. So, so sexy.”
He chuckles into the crook of my neck. “They’d have to be to be worthy of you. And smart. Kind. Rich.” He punctuates each word with a nip on my heated flesh.
“Rich? I didn’t know that one. It sounds like I’ve bagged myself some winners.”
His deep, masculine chuckle has my toes curling. His cock hasn’t grown any softer in the time we’ve been in here, and I’m aching again. How am I supposed to focus when his lips are on me, his cock so close to where I want it, but feeling like it is miles away?
“Are you needy?” he whispers, teeth digging into my earlobe. “You’re squirming again.”
“Of course I’m needy!” I hiss. “I’m in heat.”
“Do you want me to take care of you?” One of his hands drifts below the water, down the rolls of my stomach, hovering over my core. “Do you need me to make you feel good?”
“Please,” I whine, bucking my hips up.
A loud moan from the nest nearly smacks me in the face, leaving me panting. Hearing my Omega fucking has me trying to climb out of the tub, but Wyatt wraps his arms around my waist and pulls me back down, facing him.
“Where do you think you’re going?”
“I need…”
“You need me, princess.”
My body goes slack in his arms. I do need him.
“Let me take care of you,” he whispers, turning me around to rest on his lap. “I got ya.”
He notches his cock at my entrance and drags me down. The stretch is incredible. It’s like I can feel him everywhere all at once.
Our lips clash for the first time, and the water splashes over the side of the tub as we come together.
Wyatt leans down and captures one of my nipples in his mouth.
He sucks hard on it, the bite of pain contrasting with the gentle strokes he lavishes on my clit.
When I cry out, my orgasm surprises me, and my cunt flutters around Wyatt’s cock.
A sharp pain spreads through me right before my Alpha pumps me full of his cum, his knot expanding and locking us together.
I look down as he’s releasing my breast, where his bite rests on the swell of it.
As I watch him lap at it, instinct takes over, and I snarl, moving his face away and burying my teeth in his neck.
As soon as the bond snaps into place, I smell it.
Sweet mint.
Better than the shampoo. This isn’t artificial.
This is home.
I grin broadly at the Alpha, whose bond lights up with joy as I stare at him, and cup his cheek.
“Mint,” I say, unable to keep myself from laughing. “You smell like mint.”
Five bonds twirl together in my chest, pulsing safety and pack, and I finally allow myself to sink into the oblivion of heat.