Chapter 64
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sixty-four
Our limo idles at the curb for ten minutes, and I let them pass.
The time for counting seconds has passed. What Bridget needs now is all the affection and attention we can give her, with no agenda or hurry.
So I sit on the leather bench seat, holding her across my lap, purring. Kissing her in slow, deep plunges. Focusing on her taste, the warmth and weight of her body.
Being our pack leader means my energy sets the tone. And I’ll be damned if we make this anything less than magical for our mate.
Colt sits beside me, rattling us both with his own purr. His hands cup the back of Bridget’s head, carefully removing her hairpins and massaging the roots.
She whimpers, quivering through another climax when Jesse’s fingers draw gentle circles over clit. Dante kneels at her side, between my legs, stroking her tits. Pinching her nipples as her body arches.
We have to move her now. Our easing has helped calm her enough to build her nest, but the muscles visibly contracting low in her belly will only get more insistent. I want her settled long before they cause her any pain.
Bone-deep satisfaction pours into my body as I watch her lips fall open on a cry. Purpose—solid and soul-altering—settles into the deepest part of me. An anchor and an inspiration.
I will give her everything .
She deserves to be pampered and protected, simply because of who she is. Her beautiful heart and soaring spirit. Her kindness and quirkiness and undefeatable humor.
I’d want to provide for her for those reasons alone. The fact that she’s been so hurt only ignites my determination.
All this time, the slicing edge to her scent wasn’t some malady or proof she would never find mates.
It was despair .
Shame .
Guilt and humiliation that her mother and sister conditioned her to feel. Convinced her was appropriate, given how unappealing they deemed her aroma. Despite it being a sweeter, more potent version of their own.
What would have happened if one single person had simply complimented her? Or if her family had kept their toxic opinions to themselves and let her finish developing before writing her off? Would her perfume have developed into this rich, creamy decadence years ago?
To think she’s been walking around, hating this piece of herself so vehemently that it’s colored every moment of her life. Damaged her Omega to the point where the poor baby never let that aching weight go, not even when she was here, in her home.
Knowing what I do now, I truly don’t understand how Bridget managed to put on a brave face and project such confidence. Most omegas would have curled up and let misery destroy them, but ours showed up for her life and her loved ones in a hundred profound ways.
Volunteering, befriending her impossible neighbor, rescuing Munchies. Hell, even her little house with its yellow door.
She didn’t wait for us to save her or make her happy. She did that on her own .
And I don’t think I’ve ever respected anyone more.
Bridget’s peachy cheeks blaze with heat as she rubs her face against my shirt. She whimpers, wanting my skin instead of fabric. A soft pang echoes in my chest, rising to fill my throat. “I know, precious girl. We’re going to get cozy right now.”
The others follow my lead, moving with care while we step into the dusk. It only takes a moment to get everyone inside, where the whole pack pauses, ignoring Munchies’ greeting while we stare at the closed door to Bridget’s nest.
Tightening my arms around her, I nuzzle a scent-mark over her burning cheek. “Can we go into your nest now, little blue? Is that okay?”
She squirms, another whine piercing my heart. “Nest,” she gasps, garbled and breathless. “Please, Alpha, it hurts .”
My packmates’ scents spike the same moment mine does, all of us blazing with the need to chase her pain away. The combination somehow makes perfect sense, now that her true essence is finally threading us together.
Tart acidity to balance Jesse’s caramelized sugar. Something creamy and refreshing to match Colt’s beachy, oceanic sandalwood. Dante’s succulence, complemented by the pucker of lemon juice. And my own smokiness as a dark, musky counterpoint for the rest of my pack.
My pack .
Pride swells behind my sternum. “Yes, omega,” I purr, “we can go into your nest right now.”
Dante shoves the door open, already whipping his clothes off. Jesse follows suit, gathering the pieces into his hands so our girl can use them to make her sacred space even more inviting.
Which seems impossible, honestly. I vividly recall every detail of the design she chose at the nest store, but the memory didn’t prepare me for how utterly perfect she’s made it.
The deep teal walls and colorful bursts of flowers are definitely the same ones we selected, but they’ve been rearranged. Instead of interspersing the built-in pocket vases, Bridget put them all on the far wall, turning it into a floral display worthy of a queen.
Her cushion pile looks suitable for royalty, too. A sloping mountain of satin and velvet, with silk duvets and fuzzy blankets woven throughout.
A dozen or so unfamiliar pieces catch my eye. A bundle of gray. Something black. A stark white shape.
And a scrap of the Kings’ signature sky blue.
Colt inhales, coming to the same realization I have on scent alone. “Our clothes,” he rasps, his sea-salt smell swelling into a potent wave. “She’s been putting them in here.”
The way Bridget trembles, huddling closer to my chest, tells me she’s embarrassed. Even before the sharp edge of shame creeps back into her perfume.
Now that I understand the difference, I see why my Alpha hated it so much. Why it always felt so wrong .
I open my mouth to reassure her, but Dante beats me to it, groaning loudly as he presses his bare chest against her other side. “ Corazón ,” he breathes, “You stole our clothes ? And you’ve been using them in your nest? That’s the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever heard.”
Bridget keens when his lips land on hers, moving her mouth in desperate, chasing licks. Dante gives another deep moan, cupping her head and eating at her in return.
Colt appears at my side, his gray eyes bright. “I’ll undress her. While she’s distracted.”
He begins working on the ribbons of her corset while I set her down. She whines as her feet touch the floor, but Dante steps directly into her, sealing their torsos together with an arm around her waist, sucking and biting at her lips.
Our omega rubs her hard nipples over his tattooed chest. She cries out as her spine arches. Perfume explodes into the room, drowning it in sweet brightness. Her pained squeak tweaks my knot fuller.
Jesse finishes setting their clothes aside, taking my place at her back so I can strip my tux off, too. My cock is so hard, it smacks my abs as it springs free. I hiss, earning our omega’s dazed attention.
She whines—a full, uninhibited omega noise. Music to my ears, after hearing her strangle the sound so many times.
“A-alpha? Can we—” Pain pierces her gaze, another whine eking out.
I can’t bear it. And it will only get worse when she loses these last few moments of lucidity.
With a firm tug, I lift her into my arms and step into the cushioned hollow. My skin must feel as incredible for her as hers does to me, because she starts to bounce in my grasp, rubbing her curves along my torso while I maneuver us into the mountain of pillows fit for my queen.
Grasping her hips in my hands, I slide her under me before sinking onto my forearms, stretching out on top of her.
“Come here, baby girl,” I murmur. “Who takes care of you?”
She can’t answer, and I don’t make her. The tears on her lashes have me cupping her slick, molten core, teasing just long enough to ensure she’s fully coated in the slippery lemon cream before I line my cock up. In one roll of my hips, she’s stuffed as full as she can get without a knot.
Bridget wails, her pretty tits spilling backward when her body arches. I bend and skim my teeth along one of the peach-tipped globes. She gasps, pressing up into the contact.
“P-please,” she begs again. “Can we—c-can?—”
Whatever she has to say is keeping her on the edge of her haze instead of releasing her. Nuzzling her neck, leaving my scent across her skin, I purr, “What, baby? Can we what?”
Her nails gouge tingling stripes into my back when I tilt the upper half of my knot into her trembling heat. The pressure—squelching around my swollen, tingling skin—snaps pleasure up through my core. I grind my teeth to keep from lunging for her blank throat.
She whimpers at the stretch, suddenly dropping her hands and reaching out. Needing all of us.
The others come without hesitation. Colt slides into her side, while Dante takes her other hand, and Jesse crawls to the other side of the nest, lifting her head into his lap.
The second we all have our hands on her, I pull myself halfway out of her pussy. Giving her time to absorb their caresses and purrs. Feeling how much we all want to give her whatever she needs.
She makes another tiny sound, pumping her hips for more friction. I set a slow pace, rocking into her clenching wetness. Her eyes roll back for a moment, a delicious moan filling our nest.
“We want you to let go, sweetheart. Tell us what you need,” I husk, nipping the swell of her breast.
Her eyes are bleary, but she fights to flutter them open, briefly looking at the four of us. “Can w-we bond?” Bridget whispers. “N-now? I don’t want to be alone this time. I—I’m scared.”
My heart cracks in half, then breaks again. All the pieces expand. Swelling to fill my chest until it’s heaving, sawing out serrated purrs as emotion thickens my throat.
Of course she’s scared. All her heats have been traumatic, with strangers who didn’t take proper care of her, or medications that knocked her out. As far as I’m concerned, this is the first time she’s even had a proper heat, in a proper nest.
Her Omega needs to feel the absolute devotion rooted deep in my soul. The adoration pouring from the ripped, reborn organ pounding in my chest. And this desire . Scalding my blood, razing my veins to ash.
I glance at the rest of my pack, seeing their blazing certainty and eagerness. The last piece inside me snaps into place.
So I press my knot into Bridget’s glorious pussy and sink my teeth into the side of her neck.