Chapter 40
FORTY
“Scoot over.” Big hands gently shove me onto my side, and a warm, naked body wraps around my back. “Wyatt took my blanket.”
I groan as I roll onto my back, forcing Sebastian to adjust as he clings to me like a koala. “Your blanket?” My voice is thick with sleep, and honestly, I’m a little pissed that he woke me up.
When I’m asleep, I’m not aching. I’m not desperate with need.
I don’t think I’m as far gone as most Omegas are during their heat cycle. I helped Crystal out a couple of times, and she was almost nonsensical, making it hard for her to be present at all. I have my wits about me, mostly, but I have moments where I nearly black out, I’m so horny.
“Yeah, Athena was keeping me warm, and then Wyatt stole her. Now it’s your turn.” The big Alpha nuzzles further against me, his hot breath feathering across my chest.
I’m sure we’d be a sight to see right now. We may be close in height, but he’s much heavier than I am, with broad shoulders and a soft stomach. I’m not used to being the smaller one in a cuddle, and I honestly don’t hate it as much as I thought I would.
“So, we’re pack,” Sebastian says softly, all the joking nature that normally laces his voice gone. “How are you feeling about that now that you have a couple of bonds?”
“It’s odd,” I admit, putting my hands behind my head and staring at the low ceiling. “I can feel them, you know? Like Wyatt is blissfully happy right now, Harvey’s bond is humming,” I glance over to where the scarred Alpha sleeps, “and Charles is a little stressed.”
“Where is the ball of anxiety?”
“Who knows? Hopefully cooking something.”
“Are you hungry? I can get you something!” He scrambles up, but I grab his forearm, pulling him closer and not letting him leave.
“Don’t leave, Alpha,” I say, the designation slipping out naturally. It’s not something I’m going to make a habit of calling any of them, but while my Omega is riding me hard, it’s not worth the effort to correct it.
That doesn’t mean I want to make eye contact with him as he settles back down, making a joyful noise in the back of his throat.
“You want that? Me to be your Alpha?”
If my brain weren’t addled with the heat hormones and all the pheromones pumped through the room, I’m sure I’d quip something sarcastic about how I didn’t want anyone to be my Alpha.
But I don’t.
“Yeah, Sebass. I do. I trust you. I like you. We’ve always had fun together.” I sit up, resting my elbows on my knees and keeping my back to him. “If I’ve got to be an Omega and scent matched to someone, I’m glad it’s you guys.”
“Aw, don’t get all sappy on me now,” he chides, tickling my sides.
My body heats under his touch. What was supposed to be a teasing touch has fired every nerve ending of mine, and has my body tense and throbbing with desire.
I reach down and grab his hand. “You’re playing with fire, Alpha.” Sebass’s intake of breath is sharp, and his hand goes rigid. “I’m in heat, remember? Just because I’m able to have a conversation doesn’t mean my cock isn’t dripping slick and dying to fuck.”
Instead of dropping his hand, I pull it around my body and push it to my cock. His fingers tighten around me, and I groan, the pressure so sweet that my hips thrust forward. Sebastian makes a choked sound behind me as he rotates his hand over my tip and feels that I wasn’t lying about the slick.
Over the past few hours, I have fucked Wyatt, fooled around with Harvey, and barely kept my hands off Athena, and yet I am still craving more.
I’m turning around, forcing Sebastian to drop me after only a few strokes. I wish he were wearing a shirt so I could haul him closer to me, but his hair will do in a pinch.
I yank on the light blond locks, pulling us nose to nose, chest to chest. When I kiss him, it’s an aggressive show of dominance, and he takes every bit.
His body softens under my ministrations, his lips parting to allow me entry as I nip them before pulling his head back to get my tongue deeper into his mouth.
He lets me shove him onto his back and climb on top of him. His pale chest is blotchy and red under my hands, and I dig my nails into it, relishing the groans that spill out of the Alpha’s mouth at the contact.
Sebass is kind and funny, always the life of the party.
And right now, I want to destroy him.
I want him whimpering and sobbing, begging for release.
I don’t know why. I can’t explain it.
But the part of me I’ve come to realize is my new Omega nature wants to show him he’s mine. Wants to take from him, lay claim to this gorgeous Alpha.
I slide down his hips, our cocks gliding together with the help of my slick. I shove myself between his legs in a kneeling position. A single tap on his calves is all that’s needed to get him to pull his legs up and rest his feet on the nest’s plush surface.
“Are you going to let me fuck you, Alpha?” My voice is scratchy and guttural, and I want to purr when the big Alpha bites his bottom lip and nods. “Mm, are you sure?”
“Yes,” he hisses, fisting his hard cock. “Don’t tease me.”
I tickle down his body, dragging my fingers in the seam where his legs meet his pelvis. Tentatively, I stroke the cleft between his cheeks. He groans, hips thrusting up at the minimal contact, and I can’t stop the grin that stretches across my face.
Gathering slick from my cock, I slide my hand under him and circle his hole with my soaked finger. He huffs out a labored breath, like he’s trying to hold back how good that small amount of contact makes him feel, but I don’t want him keeping anything from me.
If I earn the noises, I want to hear them.
“Relax, Alpha,” I whisper. “Let me get you ready to take your Omega’s cock.”
His body visibly slackens, and I stroke against his hole, feeling him soften and relax beneath my touch. As I work him open, I bat his hand away from his cock and take over the slow strokes. I’m unable to take my eyes off his face and the blissful expression that I’ve never seen on it before.
When I’ve got him sufficiently stretched for me, I move closer to him and notch my cock against him. “You’ve bottomed before, right?” I ask, realizing that I should’ve known that before I got started.
“Been a while.” His voice is breathy and soft, and fuck, it makes me feel good to know I’m the cause of his pleasure.
“Tell me if it becomes too much,” I say as I slowly push inside him. He grabs the sheets, fisting them between his fingers as he pants beneath me. He’s tight, so fucking tight around me, choking my cock to where I feel like I’m going to bust immediately.
“Relax, Alpha,” I purr, giving his cock a slow stroke. “Breathe for me.”
As we find our rhythm, my hips rocking into his, Harvey wakes up. He doesn’t say anything, but he pulls his cock out and strokes it, not once taking his eyes off of us.
I feel fucking powerful. An Alpha below me, writhing and whimpering as I slowly drag my dick out of him, and another watching me with desire dripping off of him, isn’t something I would have thought was possible when I woke up as an Omega.
I get the impression a lot of Alphas wouldn’t be comfortable bottoming to an Omega, and I’m lucky to have found a pack without that backwards kind of thinking.
Sebass meets my thrusts as nonsense falls out of his mouth, and I match the speed I jerk him off to the pace of Harvey’s hand.
By this point, I’ve lost all embarrassment at the amount of slick I produce, and I’m thankful it’s there to make things more comfortable for my Alpha. My whole body is throbbing, aching for release, and I barely have time to realize it’s happening before I’m shouting and spilling inside him.
I fuck him through my orgasm, my cock not growing even a little soft. One of the biggest benefits of being an Omega is that I have a nonexistent refractory period, and I’m going to take advantage of it.
“I can keep going as long as you can, Alpha,” I pant, picking up my pace as his tight hole grips me on every outstroke.
He whines and thrusts into my hand. “I can’t… I’m going to come soon.”
“Then do it,” I snarl, bending over and grabbing his neck loosely with one hand while the other squeezes his cock. “Come for your Omega. Show me how much you love this Omega cock.”
His pale blue eyes widen as his cock thickens in my hand before he explodes, cum shooting out and covering his chest as he throbs around my shaft. I milk his knot, squeezing it as if it were trapping us together, and he groans, hips bucking as cum drips from the tip.
As he comes down from his high, I cannot stop myself from sinking my teeth into his throat, right beside Athena’s bite, like a necklace of claims he cannot hide from the world.
He moves faster than I would have ever guessed, latching his teeth onto my bicep of all places, the sharp sting followed by rapturous pleasure that has another orgasm overtaking me.
As I collapse on top of him, my cock finally softening and slipping out of him, the herbaceous scent of basil reaches my nose.
“Huh,” I say, unable to stop myself from burying my face into his neck. “Basil.”
“Basil?” he repeats sleepily.
“Yeah. You smell like basil. Like a home-cooked meal.”
If asked objectively, I don’t think I would have said that I was ready to bond with any of these guys.
I don’t think Athena would have said she was.
But something about being in heat and letting our Omega instincts rise to the surface made the idea so appealing that it was impossible to resist. Now that I feel all five of the bonds purring happily in my chest, I realize how much I needed this.
Being able to truly scent match with the guys of Pack Lupine has made it unthinkable to deny that this is where I’m supposed to be now. Maybe it wasn’t always in the cards for me, but then again, neither was Athena.
I feel the broken pieces of me knitting back together. I won’t ever be the same as I was before, but that doesn’t mean I can’t be better.