Twenty-Two #3
“My relationship with each of you is between me and each of you; I will have no one, not one of you, belittling each other or interfering with other bonds unless we’re doing DP or DVP or are spit roasting me and it requires coordination.
And no, those are not the only scenarios I’m interested in experiencing, they’re just the ones that came to mind first.”
I sputter, because I wrongly thought that Fable was incredibly sheltered and would be this shaky, doe-eyed omega that needed to be taught the ins and outs of alpha-omega relations.
I guess I didn’t account for the education she would have gotten from her bitch sister, or things she somehow figured out on her own from research I can’t think about without getting really fucking hard again.
Imagining her trying to figure out how to be what she is proves that maybe she held out hope that she’d find her way to us somehow. And that’s pretty fucking huge.
I’ve bided my time, let my pack all bond with our omega, but I’ll be damned if I go another second without holding her. I don’t even care that Moon’s got his face buried between her thighs; that’s just basic pack life. At least Calloway has unstuck himself and moved back.
I kind of like how Moon crawled to her, so I do it too. Her eyes immediately track me, pupils dilating as she perfumes.
“You don’t need to crawl for me, Alpha, but you do look awfully pretty doing it,” she purrs.
I don’t say anything until I’m closer, breathing in the same air. “I bet next you’re going to tell me it’s not my fault that this happened, hmm? Don’t, Fable. Let us feel guilty, would you? We were told it’s legally inadvisable to hunt down the alphas that hurt you, so this is all we’ve got left.”
“You’ve got me,” she says quietly, as if she’s expecting us to rebuke her.
“You’re not nothing. You’re everything, Fable.
You’re our something good we never thought we’d get.
Was it really necessary for you to go and get yourself attacked like this?
Sorry. I’m using humor to deflect how miserable I am inside.
You wanted us gone. You shredded our connection.
It’s barely there now, but I can still feel you, beating just here.
” I grab her hand and put it over my heart, giving her all the vulnerability I lacked with everyone else I’ve ever been with.
“Legally inadvisable, huh? That really going to stop you?” She smirks, but it only lasts a fraction of a second because she tips her head back and rides Moon’s face more, screaming out as he fucks her with it.
“He looks good between your legs, sugar.”
When she’s done coming, breath heaving, she reaches out a hand and finds her way under my robe so she can grab my bare dick. Yeah, okay.
“Sugar?” she questions. “Careful, you’ve got a reputation to defend. I don’t think bad boy vampires are supposed to be calling people ‘sugar’. They might repossess your leather jacket and shit kickers.”
That’s it.
Careful not to injure her further, I get off my knees and kiss her, sipping from her mouth because I wasn’t sure I’d ever get to do that again. “After the hell you put us through, wondering if you were okay, I’ll do whatever I want to with you.”
“That a promise?”
“How needy are you right now?”
“On a scale of zero to DP and make me deep throat someone, I think I’m just about needy enough that I have absolutely no shame in asking for your knot. But I want Moon inside me too, so that when you knot me, he gets stuck and you bruise his dick, mainly because that feels like it would amuse me.”
Moon groans into her and I do not need to be asked twice.
“You do not get to complain about sticking your dick in me, Moon, not after the bullshit you put me through. Now get on your back and stick it up for me so I can sit on it. But we are going to cycle back to the ‘legally inadvisable’ thing later, because I have some ideas. The rest of you can circle around and I don’t know, chant or something?
Whatever feels useful to you. Be with you shortly. ”
“When do we get to break you out of here? I had some very different thoughts about where and how you’d spend your first heat with us.”
“That so? Honestly if I wasn’t in heat, they’d be making you guys go through supervised courting dates, so you should be counting your lucky stars my system got so overwhelmed it sent me into heat. Otherwise, your dick would be in an entire different zip code than me.”
“I know you’re feeling sassy and don’t want to admit how fucking terrified you were, so I won’t pry, not now, but there’s nothing lucky about you needing this facility.
If supervised courting visits are what they think is best, then maybe that’s what we should do.
You know, after we get you through your heat. ”
She freezes, eyes welling up. “You can’t leave me, Monet. I need…I need to be not here. This is fine while my body rides through whatever bullshit it’s going through, but I don’t want to be separated from you. I told the nurses as much.”
“You did? Why? Why are you so determined to think well of us after the shit storm we caused? Fable, don’t you realize you deserve so much better than what we’ve given you? There’s an entire world out there of decent people. I hardly consider us to be among them.”
Without any preamble, she impales herself on Moon’s thin, curved cock, not giving him the satisfaction of showing her satisfaction. By the look on his face, you’d think he’d died and gone to heaven, but I’m pretty sure she’s getting ready to torture him.
My omega cocks a brow at me, asking me what’s taking so long to give her what she asked for. Calloway definitely got one thing right; she will never beg for anything with us.
Just going to ignore the fact that I get a good look at Moon’s taint and hole before I lean my omega back on his chest, taking in the glorious sight of her. My body won’t let me do anything without paying attention to the rest of her body first, but it’s not like that’s a difficult ask.
“Need to taste your skin first, sugar.”
She doesn’t protest as I run my tongue along her belly, dipping into her cute belly button before running up her torso and across her ribs, pulling her peaked nipples into my hot mouth. I want to abuse them, to make them swollen and irritated and hypersensitive.
She starts whining, squirming against Moon as I do just that, running to one nipple and then the other before using a hand to abuse one while I suck at the other.
It’s like an addiction; once I get the feel of her supple skin in my mouth and the taste of wild berries on my tongue, I can’t stop.
I get my mouth fully around her breast, nearly gagging myself on it. And still, I can’t stop.
I’m hard as a fucking steel beam playing with her like this, enjoying the fuck out of the way her scent gets richer the longer I go, then a mere graze against her clit and she’s screaming so beautifully for me, yelling at Moon that she didn’t give him permission to come.
When she finally stops, I pull back and study her face, pressing soft kisses all over the injury.
“Don’t think you’re ever going anywhere again without at least half the pack.
We need to keep you safer than this, Fable.
I don’t want you to worry about the alphas that did this; we’re going to ruin them in your honor.
You just focus on getting better and getting through this heat, and let your alphas handle the rest.”
Something softens in her as she throws her arms around my neck, a few tears escaping her pretty red eyes. “Thank you for turning out to be the alphas I needed,” she says quietly.
I feel the entire room hold its breath and then they’re swarming her, giving me just enough room to do what she asked of me.
It hits me then, this is the most unified my pack has ever been in our life, and it’s some kind of miracle we lasted as long as we did with her fake copy, because now that I know how good it is to be with Fable, how almost easy it is to want to make her feel good and to give into all my somewhat buried alpha instincts, it feels as if my whole life has just opened up in front of me.
Somehow, they all find a way to coordinate us, Edric and Calloway holding her legs wide open, Anderson kissing her to keep her mouth occupied, Clement stroking her hair, Jos playing with her nipples again.
Moon is sweating and pale beneath her, quieter than I’ve ever seen him, fingers digging into her hips to hold himself still, because every time he tries to thrust into her, she threatens vital body parts with those weaponized nails of hers.
I offer her my wrist as I get into position, her dainty fangs not hesitating to take what she wants. As my lifeblood courses through her, I wedge myself into her body alongside Moon, the tight hold of her nearly my undoing.