Chapter 23
E verything was unfair: how beautiful she was, how fucking incredible she felt squeezing around my cock, how goddamn incapable I was of lasting as long as I wanted to when I was buried to the hilt. Thank the gods there were four of us.
I was pretty sure part of me had never fully grasped the necessity of a pack for omegas, but it sure as fuck did now. Our girl had been insatiable and inconsolable for hours, neither soothed nor satisfied no matter how many orgasms we gave her.
Ryder, the lucky fucker, had his scent come in already and mine was being a stubborn bitch. I wanted her to experience the match. Knowing she was mine wasn’t nearly the same as her knowing she was.
“You’re up, Mav.” Ryder pulled out of Morgan and rolled her toward me. Her skin was so hot. I was half tempted to take her outside and see if fucking her in the snow would break the heat any faster.
“Get her on me.”
Kit and Bear settled her on my lap, and I hissed as she sank down on my cock. I tugged her gently by her braid until she was draped across me so I could fuck up into her while still letting both of us rest a little. She bit down on my shoulder and Kit closed his hand over my mouth so I couldn’t bite her in return no matter how much my teeth ached with the desire to do so. He switched over to getting a good grip on my hair so he wasn’t impeding my breathing.
The universe kept getting more and more unfair. If I bit Morgan, she would never leave us. I was just coherent enough to know how shitty it would be if I took that choice from her.
Each of her little sounds kept me motivated. I wasn’t going to stop or slow down when she was singing for me like that even with my skin muffling her. She slammed her hips down out of nowhere, gripping me tight as she came with a gush of slick, catching me off guard so I couldn’t lift her off before my knot trapped her. It pushed her over the edge again, the frantic pulsing of her pussy around me sending me to euphoria.
Balsam fir and juniper berries erupted out of me like a cloud.
Fucking finally .
Morgan bucked hard despite the knot holding her in place, her growl getting louder even as she sank her teeth deeper.
Fuck. Me.
“You’re okay, little fox.” Kit kissed her hair and passed control of me over to Bear before moving to slot between our spread thighs. “Let’s see if a cock and a knot give you some relief.”
I couldn’t see what he was doing, but I felt him rooting around over there. “Are you going to be the first one in her ass too?”
“If we’re counting fingers, Ryder had that honor. You got to be her first knot in the heat,” he pointed out. “You can share a first with me too by being part of her first three-way.”
Bear signed out a quick “Greedy,” a tired smile on his face.
Kit only shrugged. “Don’t pretend the rest of you aren’t the same. You should be resting anyway.”
“Yeah, yeah,” Ryder muttered, flopping down next to me.
The squeaks she made as Kit worked his way in, coupled with the grip of her pussy around me, sent me over the edge again. She was too fucking beautiful.
Morgan had branded me right down to my bones.
She whimpered, her nails digging into my chest and her scent so thick I wanted to lick it out of the air.
“You’re doing so well, little fox.” Kit had on that soft voice he used with spooked animals, and Morgan melted in response. Hell, I was about to melt myself. We had joked for years that his superpower was being soothing as fuck, so I guess it made sense that Morgan had given him so many of her firsts.
Our omega dragged my mouth to hers. I was going to crave the taste of her for the rest of my damn life, and I knew for certain the sounds she made would haunt my dreams.
I wanted more than the ghost of her.
I wanted her to stay.
Forever.
A shudder rolled through her and she clamped down on my knot. “Mother fucker .”
“That’s our good girl.” Kit drew his fingertips down her spine and gave a few experimental movements, satisfied when Morgan’s response was to arch into his hips. He kept his pace slow, each descent into her body gliding against me.
Our omega lost it. Every time Kit’s hips met hers, she squeezed the hell out of me, slick flowing down my skin in rivulets. Her breaths were punctuated with a broken-off, desperate keen, the sound not quite forming before he fucked into her again.
“I swear we’d be fucking millionaires if we put that sound on one of the audio porn sites.” Ryder laughed, lazily stroking his cock.
I couldn’t get enough of a breath to respond, with her pussy constantly stealing my ability to inhale. It wasn’t my first knot in an omega by any means, but it felt like it was, like this was something more akin to a religious experience than a heat and I was ready to worship at the altar of Morgan.
“You’re supposed to be sleeping,” I told Ryder.
“You think I can sleep with her making sounds like that?”
“Bear’s managing to.” He was passed out on the other side of me.
Every so often our omega would get a surge of energy, take over, and ride one of us into the ground. Once she had collected enough orgasms for herself, we were able to settle her back into the nest and she’d let us handle things again.
“That’s because she rode him like a damn bronco. He’s earned his rest. I just need to let my quads have a few minutes off.”
“Here you go, firecracker.” Ryder slipped his fingers between Morgan and me, letting the tips brush her clit and immediately set her off again.
Kit stilled, letting the frantic rock of her hips control the movement as she ground against Ryder’s fingers and fucked herself back on Kit in shallow strokes, as much as my knot would allow.
All I could do was hold her hips and try to breathe through it. It was ridiculous how connected everything in the body was. The tight grip on my cock shouldn’t have had so much influence on my lungs, but I was left fighting for air each time Morgan came.
“How long should we let the heat fever go on before we take her outside?” Ryder asked.
“Go see what the temperature is,” Kit replied.
Ryder crawled to his feet and checked the thermometer we had bolted to the outside of the building by the window. “Couple degrees below freezing right now. Not too bad.”
I’d long since lost track of how much time had passed since Morgan had gone into heat. The light was dim outside, but I wasn’t sure if that was dusk or dawn, or even if it was the same day we’d started.
Kit withdrew, planting a kiss on Morgan’s back. “Come on, little fox. Let’s get you some fresh air.”
Bear lifted a sleepy head, looking at us curiously.
“Going to see if the snow can help break the fever,” Kit explained.
The two of them helped me up, Morgan clinging desperately to me. We didn’t bother with clothes, only our boots, so we could tell when it would be time to bring her back inside. Her whole body tensed as we stepped onto the balcony. Pumpkin raced out with us, sprinting down the stairs to race around the yard. Kit spread out one of the blankets atop the snow and I laid Morgan back onto it, keeping an arm below her hips to support her weight.
“Damn,” Ryder whispered. “She was right. We do need to do a photo shoot.”
Her red locks spilled over the snow, hardly any of it contained in the braid we had started with. She shivered, letting out a needy whine. Ryder went back to tending her clit, and I resumed trying to keep a goddamn hold on myself while kneeling in the snow, our omega on my knot.
It was cold, but not painfully so, and Morgan’s skin remained stubbornly warm.
“Come on, sweetheart. It’s not good for your body to have a fever this long.”
Seven years of heats stacked was beyond the experience of any of us. Fresh snow fluttered down from the sky around us, snowflakes striking our skin and melting instantly. They clung to Morgan’s hair, making her look like a goddess of that beautiful time when autumn transitioned to winter.
Kit broke off one of the multitude of icicles hanging above us, bringing it down to draw spirals on Morgan’s skin. She shivered, squirming away from it one moment and toward it the next.
“Pass me one of those.”
I took the offered icicle, writing out my name with the tip across Morgan’s skin. She was deliciously squirmy, bucking and squeaking when I spiraled a flourish over her breast and tapped the nipple.
Ryder warmed it with his mouth and I shuddered through the vicious grip of her cunt, Ryder giving neither of us a moment of peace as he played with the snow and the heat of his tongue.
“She’s never going to get off my knot if you don’t quit that.”
“A knot is good for her. Triggers all those happy omega chemicals in her brain. We stocked her up on orgasms. We’re far enough in that she’s earned knots.”
They drew patterns all over her body, following along behind to warm her with their hands and mouths.
I almost died at the ferocious clench of her pussy when he tweaked her nipple at the same time as tapping her clit with an icicle. “Ryder, for god’s fucking sake. You’re going to kill me before you break her heat.”
“Think about how smooth her next heat will be,” Kit said as he collected some of the fresh fluffy snow in a bowl. “If we can handle this, there won’t be a damn thing she can ever throw at us again we won’t be able to tackle.”
“Why do you have a bowl full of snow?” Ryder asked.
“Gonna make some snow cream. Get a bit of sugar into her and cool her down at the same time.”
I couldn’t focus much beyond Morgan, their voices drowning out when she had recovered enough of her strength to start rocking against me again. I caught bits and pieces of their movements. Bear shuffled back indoors briefly to add a few more logs to the fire, Kit mixed a bunch of stuff into the snow, and Ryder stayed right by my side, ruining our girl on repeat.
By the time we were ready to go back inside, I was bordering on delirious. Bear’s whistle brought Pumpkin in, our pooch sprinting excited circles around the living room.
We wrangled Morgan inside too and I sprawled backward into the nest, letting her drape over me again. Kit fed us both spoonfuls of snow cream, licking droplets off Morgan’s skin when she got too frantic. I wasn’t sure how long it had been since I’d eaten, and the sweet, vanilla-flavored snow was heaven on my tongue.
“I thought omegas don’t eat well during heat?” Ryder asked.
“They don’t normally, but she’s been in the fever so long her body is probably not going to fight her on consuming something cold and sweet.”
Bear settled next to us, carefully re-braiding Morgan’s hair with a soft expression on his face.
He was definitely gone for her. Hell, we all were.