Chapter 42
S he was settling in so well. Every so often, a swell of giddy delight would tumble down the bond from her, sweeping me away with it.
After she had warmed up and gotten railed by the entire pack in succession, we cozied up in the study for the evening and most of the next day. She was working on sorting out a business that would bring in decent money and still use all the skills she had learned in her tourism program. I listened as she spitballed ideas, and then we would discuss how feasible each thing was.
Most of her ideas would be easy to implement, like the fantasy photo shoots that just needed a portfolio to entice people, and art prints and calendars, for both her work and Ryder’s.
The hunting and photography trips and the survival classes tailored toward omegas shouldn’t be too difficult either since we already did those for the general population, but we’d have to consider additional safety measures so the omegas felt safe. Morgan being comfortable with us didn’t mean other omegas would be. It would take some wrangling and logistics, but definitely something we could expand into if people were interested.
“Do you want to blog with me?” I signed.
She perked up, excitement flickering in the bond. “I think that could be really fun.”
“I don’t do videos, but I could be in them if you handled voices.”
Elation bubbled up in her. “Oh my god, okay, what if we did a series on survival basics but we could show the differences between how alphas and omegas do things? The size disparity alone can make a lot of techniques more difficult for omegas, and I really want it to be accessible. Honestly, I think it would be a good idea too if you wanted to do videos where you narrate them in ASL. Accessibility comes in a lot of forms. I would bet a lot of your following has no idea you have a disability. I didn’t until I met you. Think of how much more open the world might feel if people with similar situations saw you out in the woods, kicking ass.”
“That’s a good point,” I conceded.
She beamed at me. “That’s half the reason I do content. I need omegas to see it and know it’s possible for them.”
I listened to her suggestions, turning them over in my head. I had never considered that aspect before, but she was probably right. At the very least I could do a few posts on accessibility solutions I used out on trips.
“I’ll think about the best way to do it,” I signed slowly, still musing.
“You do great work, Bear. I think people would appreciate your unique perspective if you wanted to share it with them.”
She added a few items to the running list of how to make the lodge more omega-friendly. “Would it be shitty of me to suggest that the bunk room become an omega exclusive space if we move ahead with this?”
I shook my head. “We can build something new for our regular clients. The Rez kids would probably like their own space anyway.”
Her fingers flew over the keyboard, listing out dozens of ideas to make the bunk room cozy. The bunks themselves would probably be fine to stay, but adding curtains would let the bottom ones be enclosed, and we would definitely have to stock up on bedding. Good thing Maverick had given her a metaphorical blank check to accommodate her plans.
“What time are the others home?”
I checked the clock and signed, “Three hours.”
They’d gone into town to pick up the repaired snowmobiles and a pair of bookshelves from Morgan’s storage unit, as well as to do a top-up grocery run for our guests who would be arriving later this week. Morgan had been so conflicted on going with them to help or working on her projects, so I’d made the decision for both of us to stay home, assured by the relief I felt from her in the bond that it had been the right one.
“Okay, good. I can get a lot done in that time before I have to prep dinner.”
“No one will starve if dinner is late,” I signed with a grin. “I’ll do it if you’re busy.”
She tapped the tip of my nose. “No. You have to let me contribute. I’m happy to do it because I know all of you are happy to take over if I didn’t want to. I like feeling like I’m a part of the pack and I know you guys actually appreciate when I do things. That makes all the difference.”
I’d let her do as much or as little as she wanted, so long as it was only happening because she enjoyed doing it.
Planting a kiss on her shoulder had her tipping her head to the side, giving me a clear path to do the same up her throat. Desire slid down the bond like warm syrup. She’d been smelling downright sinful since the photo shoot, and I took every opportunity to sweeten her scent for my own indulgence. I couldn’t even feel bad about it because I could tell through the bond exactly how thrilled she was each time.
“Is this you telling me I need to take a break or are you just playing?”
“Both,” I whispered against her skin.
“Compromise on me sitting on your lap while I work?”
I pulled away so she could stand, and then I took her spot after tugging down my pants so my cock would be free for her. Maple and slick filled my nose.
She shimmied her panties to the floor, leaving her in only another of our T-shirts. It seemed like that was her favorite outfit while we were indoors, and I wasn’t going to complain one bit about it. I balanced her weight as she arranged herself, slowly sinking down on my cock and sending me into euphoria.
“Keep working,” I whispered and swept my hands over her thighs.
How she actually managed to comply was beyond me. Each new touch had her clenching around me, but she stubbornly kept going, compiling resources she would need to get everything set up. It was a damn good thing all the chairs in here were leather or we might’ve had to burn this one after. As much as I loved the smell of her slick, she probably wouldn’t want something where it had soaked into the fabric.
Her whimpers were pure music. Since I had the time, I took it, exploring every generous curve. I came across the knowledge that her pussy spasmed each time I pinched one of her nipples. I may have taken considerable advantage of that information.
She dipped forward, groaning. “Bear, you’re gonna wear out my pussy muscles doing that.”
“Do you want me to stop?” I whispered.
Morgan let out a huff. “No. I was just pointing it out.”
Finally abandoning her work, she stripped her shirt off and melted back against me. Her fingers locked in my hair as I sampled the expanse of skin from the top of her neck to her shoulder, letting my hands wander as I did so. I could play with her all day like this if she let me. My cock wasn’t going down anytime soon, so unless we switched to a different position, I was going to have to ruin her slowly.
Morgan spread her thighs and moaned my name.
“Do you want to come, angel?”
“Yes,” she gasped when I brushed over the slick-damp hair between her thighs.
She twitched and shivered with every stroke against her clit, body already primed, need so thick in the bond I couldn’t even tell hers from mine.
Her pussy clenched when I threaded my fingers into her hair and held tight to keep her throat exposed, sweet maple turning my thoughts into fog.
“Move the monitors,” I whispered harshly, and blessedly Morgan had enough wits still about her to listen. She turned them to the side, giving us more space; then my omega leaned over the desk, propping both knees on top to show off the slick dripping down her thighs just for me.
She moaned sharply when I fucked into her, keeping a firm grip on her hips. Morgan gathered up her hair, handing the makeshift ponytail to me so I could keep hold of it while we played. Her sounds shifted to a voracious chant that alternated between curses and my name. Who gave her the right to be so fucking perfect?
Even pushing her over the edge didn’t slow me down. Her pussy squeezed, pulsing as she cried out, overwhelmed, but I couldn’t stop. Every plunge into her was like coming home. I rode her with a ferocity that had her omega instincts practically singing down the bond, begging me to go harder, faster. So I did.
Denying her anything wasn’t even possible anymore. Whatever she wanted, I would give.
“Fuck, Bear, I—” She screamed, and slammed her hips back, kicking me over the edge with her.
We collapsed backward into her chair, both panting, my knot firmly planted inside her.
“Holy shit.” She laughed, still breathless.
I purred in response, keeping a steady hold on her so she didn’t slide away on my slick-drenched thighs. Not that she could with my knot, but gravity only cared so much.
I wasn’t sure how long we sat like that, purring away, but it was enough time for the sweat and slick to dry, and for Pumpkin to decide she was lonely enough to sing us the song of her people from downstairs.
Morgan laughed. “I think she might miss us.”
“How can you tell?” I whispered. “She’s so subtle.”
My omega burst into giggles and shifted her hips, testing that my knot had gone down enough for her to slide free. “I’ll give her some attention and take her outside if you want to start peeling potatoes for me.”
She leaned down to kiss me before taking a quick departure upstairs to get a full outfit.
Pumpkin sang until we got downstairs. Then she was all tippy taps and wagging tail.
“Were you lonely, sweet girl?” Morgan asked her. “Want to go outside for some zoomies?”
Pumpkin jumped up to lick her.
“I’ll take that as a yes.” Morgan turned back to me. “I’ll give her about ten minutes to get some energy out and then I’ll come back in to help. We can take her out together once everything is in the oven.”
I nodded and drew her in for one more kiss before she headed outside.
She took out one of our old stereos, and music blasted from it. Morgan was in view from where I worked, but Pumpkin wasn’t, though I could tell where she was based on which way Morgan turned as our dog raced around. Focusing on potatoes was the last thing I wanted to do right now when I could be looking at my omega instead, but she had given me this task, and I intended to get as much off her plate as I could.
Halfway through the pile, an electric spike of panic shot through the bond and I barely missed slicing myself open. I staggered, throwing the knife into the sink and ran to the window in time to see Morgan take off into the forest, Pumpkin barking her head off as someone I didn’t recognize sprinted after them.