Chapter 18 Willa
EIGHTEEN
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Beau’s sprawled on the couch in joggers and a T-shirt. The sight is so unexpectedly domestic and at odds with the fierce bull rider that I’m familiar with, that I burst out laughing.
He looks up, surprised. “Hey, what’s so funny?”
His expression only makes me laugh harder.
Inhaling to get a hold of myself, I pull in his rich leather-and-salt scent, and a sense of comfort and safety settles over me. With it comes relief from the strange tension that had been riding me a moment ago.
“I didn’t take you for a big reader,” I tease.
He glances down at the book in his hands like he forgot what he was reading and quickly tucks it behind his back. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
But I don’t miss the way he wedges the book deep into the couch cushions. Oh no, there’s no way that I’m not finding out what it is.
I walk over to the couch and innocently sit next to the large Alpha. It’s an effort not to lean into the heat and security of his body and scent. Why he feels so instantly like home is a question I can’t answer.
“I figured you’d be more of a… YouTube guy.”
“I like to read. Is that so weird?” he says with a playful defensiveness.
I twist so I’m partially facing him and slowly move closer, intending to sink my hand into the spot where he hid the book. “No, a book is a good thing.”
He glances as my hand slinks lower. And closer. And he gives me a funny sideways look. “Oh, I get it. You think because I’m a guy who rides bulls and likes trucks that I can’t also like to read books.”
Actually, the thought that he likes to curl up with romance books gives me a rush of attraction. But I’m not telling him that.
“Well, maybe I’m shocked that it’s not about guns or trucks.”
Six more inches and I’ll have it. Distraction, I need a distraction.
I take my own socked foot and tentatively try to tickle the bottom of his, and it works. He instantly zeroes in on where our toes touch and dives for my foot—exactly the distraction I needed.
By the time he realizes what I’m doing, I have the spine of the book clasped in my fingers and out of his hiding place. And when I see the title, a weird warmth settles over me as I burst out laughing.
“Twilight?” The glorious absurdity is so good I almost pee my pants.
“Alright, laugh it up, chuckles. I dare you.”
It only makes me laugh harder. And it feels so good. I forget about APbrA, about Felton, about fake dating and apprenticeships. I just laugh, and all too soon he laughs right along with me, the way you do when you’re a kid, and someone gets the giggles, and you can’t stop.
I try to get myself under control, but as soon as our eyes meet, it starts all over again. I think I might die laughing until I feel myself being hauled up and onto his lap. And the buoyancy of the moment takes a decidedly different turn.
“Do you have any idea how beautiful you are when you laugh?”
With the force of a hurricane, my awareness of him shifts. His scent, his control, his strength. The feel of him underneath me. The only way to explain it is that my Omega decided to kick out the rational part of me and take matters into her own hands.
I can feel the shift in him, too. The heat in his skin, the need in his eyes, the promise in the way his lips part and his breath speeds up.
“Willa…?” The raspy way he says my name grabs my attention.
A boldness I didn’t know I had lights me up. Without breaking eye contact, I place my fingers on his lips and let them trace the hard lines of his face. Satisfaction races through me when he leans into my touch with an exhalation that holds a world of restraint.
His hands are everywhere all of a sudden.
He pulls me tight against him, causing my hips to arch into his obvious hardness.
And he is massive, the thin material of his joggers doing absolutely nothing to hide how big he is everywhere.
When he thrusts lightly up, creating the most deliciously torturous friction, a whimper breaks out of me.
“Do that again, and you won’t be leaving here without having had me buried deep inside you.”
Another whimper that is almost a whine, so full of need it takes me by surprise. I’ve never made a sound like that, but fuck if I don’t love what it does to him.
He sends his hands under my soft sweater, and the coolness of his hands on my overheated skin makes me gasp.
“Fuck, you’re burning up, Willa.” The look he gives me is full of heat and a sudden spike of concern. “Are you okay?”
But I barely hear him. I’m drunk on how his skin feels, and I drop my cheek to his. I should have asked to scent mark him, but my rational brain has gone out to lunch.
His stubble makes me want to squirm, and I can’t stop my hips from arching and sliding against his rigid cock. Seeking what I know only an Alpha can give me.
When his hands grip my hips and stop the movements, a groan of frustration comes from deep in my chest.
“Willa, look at me, beautiful girl.”
I don’t want to. Looking at him means I have to stop touching him.
He grabs my hands and pulls them behind my back, gently forcing me to make space between us. The movement makes my chest arch forward, and my hips push back, grinding against him. I drag my eyes up to his. His pupils are almost eating up all the color in his eyes.
“Beautiful, when was the last time you took your suppressants? Did you forget?”
The question is like a glass of ice water. Reality floods back in, but does nothing to settle this burning fire and the need to be filled.
“This morning?” I try to think back, but everything feels hazy. The suppressants have been such a routine part of my morning that I never even think about them anymore. But this pack, this situation, has thrown me completely off my axis.
I try to piece my day together, woke up to chores, and had to finish some charts. I’d been wound up all day, with the impending date…a sinking feeling settles in my stomach.
I didn’t take them.
I can see the little bottle sitting next to the sink, the morning dose still on the porcelain counter where I left it in my rush.
But the thought fades quickly as another wave of Beau’s scent washes over me—bergamot and leather, rich and intoxicating. The fire, momentarily banked, roars back even hotter, consuming every rational thought.
“Fuck,” Beau breathes, and I can see him trying to think, trying to be responsible. “Willa, we need to—“
“Beau, shut up.” I pull against his hold on my hands and lean into him, licking at his bottom lip. Whatever control he was holding onto snaps like a broken tether.
His lips capture mine, and he uses the grip on my hands to control the kiss. Pulling me back, he slides his tongue along my lips only to plunge back in, and I go up in flames.
When he releases my hands, they immediately sink into his hair and pull him into me. The answering growl of need is the sexiest sound I’ve ever heard.
“What the hell?” I hear from behind me, and I feel Jake move closer, his body heat adding to the inferno building inside me.
“I think she’s having a heat spike,” Beau’s deep baritone says through fevered kisses, and I bristle at the way he talks about me like I’m out of my mind.
“I’m right here,” I snap, turning my head to look at him even as I try to press back against Jake. “And I know exactly what’s happening.”
“Wills—” Jake’s hands are on my back, steadying me, and I can feel the tension in every line of his body. “Are you sure? The rules— We never talked about this situation.”
But I can see the evidence of his need tenting his jeans, the sudden surge of his arousal evident in the rich spicy chocolate scent now mingling with the bergamot leather smell of Beau. I want to taste him, taste them both. And the rules I set seem a million miles away.
My only thought is that I don’t want them to leave.
“I can’t stop shaking,” I whisper, twisting toward them.
“I’m so tired of being good, of doing what I’m supposed to.
Please, I want this. I’m still me. I know this isn’t the fever talking.
I know I want you. Please… I’m choosing this.
” And as if on cue, a deep pulsing ache crests, making me gasp. “Please, don’t leave me to this alone.”
Jake’s forehead presses against the back of my head, and I can hear the conflict in his voice. “Willa, I want you to know you have choices… We can get you through this without— We can help you without sex. Cool baths, nesting materials—”
“I don’t want a cool bath,” I growl, frustration bubbling up. They aren’t listening to me. My Omega is suddenly insecure. Do they not want me? Do they not want this as much as I do? Did I misread things? “Unless you don’t want this?”
“Not want you?” Beau asks incredulously. “Does this feel like I don’t want you?” He grinds up into me hard, making me shudder with want. He reaches up to fist my ponytail and, with a gentle but firm hold, brings my flushed face close to his.
“Charlie’s not here,” Jake says quietly. “He should be here for this. For you.”
“Then I guess we’ll need to do this again.” The boldness in my words surprises even me.
They exchange a look over my head, that wordless communication that packs have, and I can see the moment they decide. The moment they stop fighting what all three of us want.
It’s like someone pulled the curtains—the mood in the room shifts so suddenly, a surge of want fills every crevice and corner of my body. And I’m not prepared for the visceral reaction in me when Beau says, “Are you ready to be a good little Omega?”
“Yes, Alpha.” The words rush out in a quick breath. And with it, a shiver of submission settles over me. Fuck, I like that.
Beau’s laugh is rough, hungry. “We’re going to take away the ache. But only if you promise to be good. If not, I’ll stop. Understand?”
A nervous laugh accompanies my quick nod. Beau gives my hair a slight tug, exposing my neck.
“Omega rule one: You will always use your voice. If you want something, say it. If you don’t want something, say it. Understand?”
“Yes, Alpha.” My brain is fizzing at the new turn. I never knew I’d like it like this. But fuck, my Omega is apparently desperate for it. A new wave of slick is so thick I know if I looked down, I’d see a wet spot through my jeans.
Jake comes up behind me on his knees, wrapping his arms around my waist, and presses a kiss to my neck right before he uses his teeth to graze the spot where, if we were going to bond, he’d bite me.
He holds the pressure tight enough to keep my attention as the heat spike threatens to pull me under again.
Right there. Right where my scent is strongest.
The laugh that was dancing around my belly dies in my throat, replaced by a gasp.
A shiver runs through me, followed immediately by a wave of heat so intense it makes my muscles weak.
Slick floods my core, sudden and undeniable, and I know they can smell it.
Know it from the way both their nostrils flare, the way Jake’s arms tighten around me, the way Beau’s eyes go dark.
I want… God, I don’t even know what I want except that it’s them. Both of them. The need to be full is overwhelming, consuming, and when Jake presses his other hand to my chest, pinning me against him, I can’t stop myself from letting my head fall back and revealing my whole neck.
“Jake.” His name comes out breathy, desperate. He releases his teeth to whisper in my ear.
“Tell me what you want.”
“I need, I want— Fuck, I want to feel you… inside me.” The admission sends heat to my cheeks, and I fight the embarrassment at being so direct.
Beau brings his hands to my hips, lifting me off him until I’m standing between him and Jake.
“Never be afraid to tell me what you need,” he says as he slips his fingers into the waistband of my jeans and pulls me between his legs so he can kiss the softness of my stomach. My curves used to make me feel insecure, but between these two, I feel beautiful and sexy.
He pops the button and roughly pulls my jeans down, my underwear along with them.
Jake helps me pull my feet free, and before I have time to think, I’m turned around to face Jake as Beau pulls me down to sit on his lap.
He spreads his legs, spreading my legs wide, too, until I’m nestled between them.
Beau whispers behind me into my ear. “Open for me, Omega.”
A thrill races through me. As I lean into his frame and look Jake in the eyes, I lift one leg to hook over Beau’s and then the other until my thighs are spread impossibly wide, leaving my dripping core in full view. My scent absolutely floods the space around us.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful,” Jake groans as he slides closer to me. “Want me to make you feel good?”
“Yes, Alpha.”
“You’re killing me,” he says as he falls into me, stealing the air from my lungs in a searing kiss. But I need more, the empty feeling edging on pain. “Please,” I whine, dragging his hand to my core.
At first, his fingers are slow and reverent. He teases my entrance, barely dipping into me before pulling back out, tracing over my clit, then returning to my entrance again. The dance is maddening. I don’t want playful. I don’t want soft.
So when his fingers circle my entrance again, I thrust my hips and grab his wrist, pushing him into me.
The sound he makes as he sinks two fingers inside me is enough to make me clamp around them.
“Oh god, you’re so tight,” he moans and loses the last of his control. His fingers pump in and out of me with an unrelenting pace, working me higher and higher, and when I feel a third finger join the other two, my walls flutter around a climax that sits just out of reach. “More,” I whine.
He tilts his fingers, hitting the space inside me where his knot would fit, and the muscle there grips around him, seeking. At the same time, Beau sinks his teeth into my neck hard enough to almost break skin. My Omega falls apart.
My walls clamp around Jake’s fingers again, and wave after wave of release floods my entrance with slick. But I’m not prepared for how the heat rides me. The climax should have given me relief. Instead, all it does is open the floodgates of need.
I’m not leaving here until I’ve had both their knots.