Chapter 45 – COLE
CHAPTER 45
COLE
M y heart thunders in my chest as I watch Bella. The sweet aroma of her heat saturates the air, swirling through my senses and clouding my thoughts until I can barely concentrate on anything but her desire. Her skin has a faint luminescence from perspiration, her pupils wide and dark, her breathing quick and shallow.
She's the most captivating sight I've ever beheld, and I don't deserve to even behold her.
But she asked for me. Specifically me.
"Cole," she whimpers, extending her hands toward me, fingers quivering. "Please."
That single word unravels something within me. I've spent years keeping my alpha nature firmly restrained, but her plea tears through my control effortlessly. Every fiber of my being demands I claim her, mark her, make her mine in the most basal way possible.
Troy shifts beside us, his golden skin flushed with desire, his eyes fixed on Bella's expression. "Tell us what you need, princess."
"Everything," she gasps, her spine curving as another surge of heat washes through her. "It hurts. So empty."
The distress in her voice cuts through my hesitation. During heat, an omega requires physical connection—needs fulfillment, completion, bonding. The biological drive is ancient and undeniable. My erection strains painfully against my restraint.
"I'm here," I say, my voice harsh and unfamiliar to my ears. Moving closer, I position myself between her parted thighs. Her underwear is drenched, the cotton fabric adhering to her swollen flesh. Her arousal's fragrance is mouthwatering.
With careful movements belying the urgent need coursing through me, I hook my fingers under the waistband of her panties. "Can I take these off?"
"Yes," she moans, raising her hips to assist me. "Please, Cole, I need you so much."
I draw the wet fabric down her legs, tossing it aside. The vision of her—completely bare, flushed with heat, her inner thighs glistening with moisture—nearly undoes me. Her perfection is almost painful to witness.
Troy kneels at her side, brushing damp hair from her forehead. "We're here, princess. We'll take care of you."
My hands find her knees, carefully easing them apart to reveal her completely. Her pussy is swollen and slick, her entrance pulsing on nothing. Her body calling for completion.
"Please," she whimpers again, reaching for me. "Cole, I need you inside me. Now."
Troy adjusts to support her upper body, allowing her to lean against his broad chest as I settle between her legs. I run my hand up her inner thigh, gathering her natural lubrication on my fingers before pressing one inside her. She's so wet it enters without resistance.
"More," she demands immediately, pushing against my hand. "Not enough. Please."
I add a second finger, then a third, stretching her deliberately despite her urgency. My movements are methodical, thorough, even as my instincts urge me to bury myself inside her completely.
"Wait… Cole," she says, her voice momentarily clearer as she meets my gaze. "I want to see all of you."
I freeze, not comprehending initially. I'm already naked. What more does she?—
"Your eye," she clarifies, reaching up to touch my face, her fingers tracing the edge of my prosthetic. "I want you to take it out."
My chest clenches hard, and for a moment, I forget the desperate need between us. "What—why would you want that?"
"Because it's you," she says simply, her green eyes holding mine without wavering. "I want all of you, Cole. Not just the parts you think I should see. Let me prove it to you."
I withdraw slightly, shaking my head. "You don't know what you're asking."
"I do," she insists, her voice stronger despite the fever consuming her. "I want my body to prove it to you."
Troy glances between us, unusually quiet. He understands my feelings about my prosthetic, how I never remove it around others unless absolutely necessary. But Bella's expression—so open, so accepting—constricts my throat.
"Please," she whispers, not commanding now, just asking.
Something in her words tugs at me, dissolves my resistance. Before I can reconsider, I nod once, sharply.
"Stay here," I tell her, rising from the nest. "I'll be right back."
I grab a discarded shirt from the floor—mine or Troy's, I can't tell—and pull it around my waist for minimal coverage before stepping into the hallway. Roman, Liam, and Savva are positioned just outside, their heads turning when the door opens.
"Everything okay?" Roman asks immediately, his golden eyes searching my expression.
"Fine, just need a minute," I say tersely, uncomfortable under their scrutiny. "But would you guys go further down the hall or something? I had no fucking idea you were just… standing outside the door like a pack of dogs."
Savva rolls his eyes, but he heads into the living room and the others follow with hungry glances back toward the room where our omega is waiting.
I walk quickly to the bathroom across the hall. Inside, I grip the sink, forcing myself to face my reflection.
Half a person staring back.
Half an alpha.
Half a man.
Growling under my breath, I remove the prosthetic eye, placing it carefully on the counter. The exposed tissue in the empty socket is a vivid pink against my skin. The permanent twist where my lip doesn't close properly is especially hideous without the artificial eye's distraction.
Monster. That's what I see in the mirror. What others see when they look at me.
Except Bella, apparently.
Fuck, I hope that isn't about to change.
I splash cold water on my face, trying to center myself. Bella differs from anyone I've known before. She's demonstrated that repeatedly. She touches my scars without hesitation, kisses the fucked up corner of my mouth, looks me directly in my real eye when she speaks to me.
And she's in heat. She needs me.
I straighten my posture, squaring my shoulders. This is Bella. My omega, if she'll have us when her heat is over. She deserves my trust if she's giving me hers.
When I return to the nest room, I pause at the entrance, suddenly self-conscious in a way I haven't experienced in a long time. Troy and Bella look up simultaneously, their conversation stopping as they observe me.
"Holy shit," Troy breathes, a grin spreading across his face. "You look like a fucking badass, Cole."
I glare at him, the expression pulling uncomfortably at my scar tissue. "Shut up, Troy."
"No, seriously," he continues, undeterred. "It's cool as hell. Why have you been hiding this? You look like you could kill a man with just a glare."
Despite myself, a confused huff of a laugh escapes me.
But it's Bella's reaction I'm concerned about. Her heat appears to have temporarily receded, giving her a brief moment of clarity. She's sitting up now, her eyes fixed on my face.
"Come here," she says softly, extending her hand toward me.
I approach cautiously, lowering myself into the nest beside her. She raises her hand, her fingers hovering near my face, silently requesting permission. I nod briefly, preparing myself for her touch.
Her fingertips gently trace the edge of the empty socket, mapping my scars without reservation. There's no revulsion in her expression, no pity—just curiosity and a strange, warm affection.
"Thank you for trusting me," she whispers, leaning up to press a kiss to the corner of my mouth where the scars twist it into a permanent grimace.
Before I can respond, she gasps, her body stiffening against mine. For a terrifying moment, I'm afraid I've frightened her, but then her pupils expand again and her skin flushes a deeper shade of pink. The brief reprieve ends as her heat returns with renewed force.
"Cole," she moans, suddenly clinging to me. "Please, I need—I need?—"
Her words dissolve into indistinct sounds of longing, her hips pressing against my thigh urgently. I feel her wetness against my skin, her body preparing for what's coming.
"I'm here," I promise, lifting her easily and placing her back against the nest of pillows and blankets she constructed.
Troy moves to pull her upper body into his lap, her head against his chest, stroking her hair soothingly as I position myself between her spread thighs again. My erection throbs almost painfully, already leaking. I've been hard since her heat scent first intensified, my body instinctively responding to her need.
I coat myself with her abundant moisture, growling softly at the warmth tingling along my shaft. She's so wet, so ready. I align with her entrance, pressing against her but not yet entering.
"Look at me," I command, needing to see her expression.
Her green eyes lock with my single blue one, hazed with heat but still aware. Still Bella.
"Tell me you want this," I say, my voice rough with restraint.
"Yes," she gasps, tilting her hips to draw me in. "Yes, Cole, please. I want you. I need you inside me now."
That's all I need to hear. I push forward, entering her in one fluid motion. The feeling nearly blinds me—tight, wet warmth embracing me completely. She cries out, arching off the nest, her body squeezing me rhythmically.
"Fuck," I groan, holding motionless inside her, struggling for control. "So fucking tight, Bella. So perfect."
"Move," she begs, her nails digging into my shoulders. "Please, Cole, I need you to move."
I withdraw slowly before driving back in, establishing a steady pace that gradually quickens as her body accommodates my size. Each thrust draws a new sound from her—gasps, moans, broken pleas for more. I lose myself in the rhythm, in the fragrance of her heat.
Troy growls as he watches us, his erection rigid against Bella's upper back as he digs his fingers into her hair and whispers praise and encouragement. Somehow, the other alpha's presence magnifies the intensity between us instead of flaring my usual possessiveness.
"Feels so good," Bella moans, her legs shaking and jerking as she tries to pull me deeper. "So full. But I need—I need?—"
"What, sweetheart?" Troy asks, bending closer to hear her. "What do you need?"
"Both of you," she gasps, her eyes opening to look at Troy, then back at me. "I want both of you. Inside me. At the same time."
The mental image alone—Bella between us, filled completely from both ends—nearly pushes me over the edge.
Troy's eyes widen, meeting mine over Bella's writhing form. "You sure about that, princess? Have you ever even taken an alpha that way before?"
She shakes her head desperately, still moving against me as I continue thrusting. "No. Never had anything… there. But I want it. I want to be full. Need to be filled everywhere."
Her heat speaking, driving her to seek maximum stimulation. But her eyes remain fully lucid and I know she means every damn word.
"It will hurt," I warn, slowing slightly so she can concentrate. "Even with preparation. You're not used to it."
"I don't care," she insists, reaching for Troy's hand. "I want you both. Please. Alphas, please."
That word—alphas—from her lips unleashes something within me. A growl rises from deep in my chest before I can stop it.
"I'll take her from behind," I tell Troy, deciding for both of us. "I've already taken her pussy. You take her from the front."
Troy grins, his blue eyes darkening with desire. "Works for me. Let's prepare her first, though."
I nod, withdrawing slowly, ignoring her disappointed whimper. "Turn over," I instruct, my voice firm enough to penetrate her haze. "On your hands and knees."
She obeys immediately, presenting herself with her backside raised, her thighs and holes glistening with the slick from her pussy. The sight makes my mouth dry.
"Wait," Troy says, shifting his position. "Let me try something."
He lies on his back in the nest, then gently pulls Bella onto his torso so she's laying against him, facedown, her head tucked under his chin and her knees straddling his thick waist. "There we go, princess. Just relax against me, okay? Let us take care of you."
I immediately understand his strategy—this position will make it easier for him to hold her still so she can't squirm too much and hurt herself.
"Good thinking," I murmur, positioning myself behind her again.
I run my hand down the curve of her spine, feeling her shiver and squirm beneath my touch. I gather some of her natural lubrication from her swollen center on my fingers, using it to coat her asshole.
"This might feel weird," I warn, circling her clenching hole with my wet fingertip. "Try to relax."
She tenses initially, making a small sound of surprise as I press just the tip of my finger against her entrance. Troy strokes her hair, murmuring encouragement.
"That's it, princess. Just breathe. Cole's gonna make you feel so good, I promise. We both are."
I trace slow circles around her entrance, feeling the tight ring flex against my touch. This requires patience—her body needs time to understand that this touch means pleasure, not discomfort. I continue the gentle circles, gradually increasing pressure but not yet penetrating.
"Feels… strange," she murmurs, but her quivering body begins relaxing under my touch.
"Good strange or bad strange?" I ask, needing to know.
"Just different. Don't stop."
I nod, though she can't see me. When I feel the muscle beginning to yield slightly, I press more firmly, just my index fingertip entering her. Her entire body stiffens immediately.
"Breathe," I remind her. "Deep breath in, then exhale and push out slightly as I push in. It helps."
Troy cups her face, drawing her attention. "Look at me, princess. Focus on my eyes. That's it. Now breathe with me."
As she takes in a deep breath, I press forward, my finger sliding in past the first knuckle. She gasps, her muscles contracting around the intrusion.
"That's it," I encourage, holding still to let her adjust. "You're doing so well."
Her body grips my finger tightly, hot and incredibly snug. After a moment, I feel her relaxing around me, the initial resistance fading.
"More," she whispers, pressing back against my hand.
I work the single finger deeper, sliding it fully before beginning shallow thrusts. Each push elicits a new sound from her—little catches of breath that aren't quite pain, aren't quite pleasure yet, but somewhere between.
"Going to add a second finger now," I tell her, withdrawing to gather more lubrication. "You'll feel a stretch."
I press two fingers against her entrance, feeling increased resistance. Troy continues stroking her hair, whispering soft encouragement as she tenses up.
"Remember to breathe," he reminds her. "That's it. Good girl."
The praise seems to help. She exhales sharply, and I feel her push out slightly against my fingers. I take advantage of this moment to slide both inside, moving slowly but steadily until they're buried to the second knuckle.
"Fuck," she gasps, her back arching. "Burns?—"
I stop immediately. "Too much?"
"No," she says quickly. "No, just—give me a second."
I remain perfectly still, allowing her body to adjust. Troy distracts her, capturing her mouth in a deep kiss that makes her melt against him. I recognize the exact moment when the discomfort subsides, her muscles relaxing around my fingers.
"Better now," she murmurs against Troy's lips. "You can move."
I begin slow, careful thrusts, extending her inner passage with deliberate motions. I spread my fingers slightly, opening her entrance gradually. Each movement is measured, patient, designed to prepare her without causing pain.
Bella's breathing changes, deepening, interspersed with soft moans. The initial discomfort gives way to enjoyment as her body adapts.
"Feels good," she says, surprise in her voice. "Really good."
"It'll get better," Troy promises, his hands moving to cup her breasts as they squish against his broad chest, thumbs circling her nipples.
I continue opening her, adding more natural lubrication. My fingers twist and spread inside her, mapping the tight passage, finding spots that make her gasp and push back against my hand.
"I think she's ready for three," I tell Troy, withdrawing slowly.
Troy nods, watching Bella's expression intently. "How are you doing, princess? Ready for more?"
"Yes," she breathes, her hips moving restlessly. "Please. More."
I gather additional moisture from her center, amazed at how wet she is. I use her natural lubrication generously, coating my fingers thoroughly before returning to her.
Three fingers meet significant resistance. I press forward slowly, carefully monitoring her responses.
"Breathe through it," I remind her. "Push out."
She whimpers, tensing, and her fingertips bite into Troy's strong shoulders. He frames her face between his hands, making her focus on him.
"You can take it, princess," he says, his voice gentle but firm. "Your body was made for this. Just trust it."
Something in his words triggers a change within her. She exhales sharply, yielding, and my three fingers slip past the tight muscle.
"Oh god," she gasps, trembling beneath my touch. "So full…"
"You're doing beautifully," I praise her, allowing my voice to deepen. "Taking it so beautifully, Bella."
I work my fingers deeper, feeling her inner passage stretch around them. Her body's warmth surrounds me, and when my fingers are fully inserted, I pause, giving her time to adjust.
"Move," she demands after a moment, pushing back. "Please, Cole."
I withdraw slightly before pushing back, establishing a slow rhythm that has her moaning against Troy's chest. Troy's hands continue exploring her body, one sliding down between her legs to circle her sensitive bud.
"Fuck," she gasps, her muscles tightening around my fingers at the dual stimulation. "Feels so good."
I continue stretching her, careful not to hurry. My fingers spread inside her, feeling the clenching muscle gradually yield. She's incredibly snug around just my fingers. I can only imagine how it will feel when I'm buried inside her. The thought alone makes my cock ache.
"Such a good girl," I praise, deepening my voice.
Her body quivers at my praise, caught between pushing back against my fingers and pressing forward against Troy's muscled body. Troy's hands stroke her back and shoulders, his voice providing steady encouragement. His words soothe, filling the spaces my damaged voice and limited vocabulary leave empty.
"Need more," she whimpers, her voice muffled against Troy's chest. Her skin flushes, perspiration beading along her spine. The sweet caramel coffee fragrance of her heat overwhelms me now, fueling my instincts. "Please, Alpha. More."
I work my fingers deeper, twisting slightly to stretch her in different directions. The tight ring grips firmly, but I feel it yielding with each careful thrust.
"You're opening up beautifully," I tell her, my voice rough with desire. "Taking my fingers so well. Going to take all of me even better."
She moans at my words, her hips pushing back more urgently. Troy shifts beneath her, allowing his erection to press against her core, providing friction without entering yet.
I meet Troy's eyes over her shoulder, my jaw tightening with effort. "She needs something else," I tell him. "Something larger than fingers. To stretch her properly."
Troy nods, understanding immediately. "Hold on, princess," he says, carefully stretching to reach toward one of the supply bags near the nest. Bella makes a small sound of protest as he moves, but he soothes her with a kiss to her forehead.
"Easy," I murmur, my free hand caressing her curves. My fingers continue working inside her, maintaining the stretch. "Just getting something to help you."
Troy searches in the bag, then retrieves what I need. It's a narrow dildo made of soft silicone, tapered at the tip with a small knot at the base. Not as large as me. Perfect for preparation.
"This will make it easier," Troy explains to Bella, showing it to her. "Get you ready for Cole."
I take the toy, dipping it into the well of her pussy to coat it generously with lubricant. The sight of our omega, open and waiting, drives me on raw instinct now. I withdraw my fingers carefully, watching as her body contracts around nothing.
"You might feel empty for a moment," I warn her. "This will be better."
I press the tapered tip against her entrance, now slightly pink and swollen from my attention. The silicone is cool and firm, different from my warm fingers.
"Deep breath," I instruct, pressing the tapered tip against her. "Push out slightly. It helps."
She tries, trembling with effort. Troy strokes her hair, whispering praise as I work the toy into her, millimeter by millimeter. The resistance persists, but less than before. My preparation is working.
The toy slides inside with careful pressure, the narrow tip entering first, followed by the gradually widening shaft. I twist it slowly while pushing in a corkscrew motion that eases the penetration.
"Oh," she breathes, her back arching slightly. "That… that feels different."
"Good different?" Troy asks, watching her intently.
"Yes," she gasps as I push deeper. "Full but... smooth."
The silicone glides more easily than my fingers. I continue the slow insertion until the widest part meets her entrance.
"This part might be challenging," I warn her. "Deep breath."
I feel her inhale, her body tensing slightly in anticipation. Troy captures her mouth in a kiss, distracting her as I apply steady pressure. The muscle resists, then suddenly yields, allowing the widest section to slip inside.
"There you go," I encourage her, watching her body gradually accept it. "Taking this perfectly, Bella."
A sound escapes her—half gasp, half moan—as the widest part of the shaft passes her entrance. I pause, giving her time to adjust, fighting every urge to replace the toy with myself, to claim and fill her immediately.
"How does it feel?" Troy asks her, his voice rough with restraint.
"Full," she breathes. "Strange. But... good. More. Please, more."
I begin moving the toy, shallow thrusts that gradually deepen as her body relaxes around it. Each push draws new sounds from her throat, high and needy. Her hips start moving, seeking more stimulation.
"Look at you," Troy murmurs, desire thickening his voice. "Adapting so beautifully. Your body is perfect, princess."
I push the toy deeper, twisting to ensure thorough preparation. The sight of her accepting it, the way her entrance stretches around the silicone, captivates me. My erection throbs insistently.
"Going to push it all the way now," I tell her. "The base has a small swell. Like a little knot. To prepare you for mine."
Her breath catches at my words, her back arching slightly. "Yes," she moans. "Want to feel it."
I press forward with greater purpose, watching her body take more of the toy. When the small knot at the base meets her entrance, I pause.
"This might feel intense," I warn her. "If it's too much, tell me."
She nods, her face pressed against Troy's neck. I notice the tension in her shoulders, how her hands grip Troy's arms—but she pushes back, wanting more.
With steady pressure, I work the knot against her entrance. The muscle resists strongly, but I maintain gentle, constant force. Troy whispers encouragements, his hands caressing everywhere he can reach.
"Fuck," she gasps suddenly, going rigid. "It's too—I can't?—"
I immediately stop pushing, holding the toy steady. "We can stop," I tell her. "You don't need to take all of it."
"No," she says, her voice strained but determined. "I want it. Just—give me a second."
Troy's hands move to her breasts, teasing her nipples into hard peaks. One hand slides between their bodies, finding her sensitive bud again. Her breathing changes as he touches her.
"That's it," he murmurs. "Focus on how good this feels. Let everything else fade away."
I recognize the exact moment when her body surrenders, the tight muscle suddenly relaxing. With a firm push, the knot slips past her entrance, the toy fully seated inside her.
"Oh god," she cries out, her hips jerking at the sudden fullness. "Cole!"
"Right here," I promise, steadying her hip. The toy sits completely inside her now, only the flat base visible. "You've done it. You took it all."
Her inner muscles clench around the intrusion, adjusting to the unprecedented fullness. I give her a moment to experience it, to absorb the sensation of being stretched and filled.
"How does it feel?" I ask, my voice barely recognizable.
"Full," she breathes. "So full. But... good. Really good."
I begin moving the toy, slow and careful, pulling it almost completely out before pushing back in. The small knot at the base pops in and out with each thrust, stretching her entrance repeatedly, training her for my knot.
"Fuck," I mutter, transfixed by the sight. The tight ring of muscle grips the silicone, yielding to it. My erection throbs painfully. "Taking it so well."
Troy's fingers work faster between her thighs, drawing broken sounds from her lips. "She's ready for us both," he says, his voice tight with need. "She's absolutely drenched."
I nod, deepening my thrusts. The toy slides in and out more easily now, her body accepting it readily. The preparation is working. She's open and ready, her muscles learning to yield.
"I'll take you first," I tell her. "Then Troy will join us. Both inside you together. Does that sound good?"
"Yes," she gasps, trembling beneath our hands. "I need your knot, Cole. Need you to fill me."
Carefully, I withdraw the toy completely. Her entrance flutters, slightly open before beginning to close, her rapid pulse making the hole twitch and throb. I set the toy aside.
"You did beautifully," I praise her, generously coating myself with new lubricant from the fingers I didn't fuck her with. "Took it perfectly. Are you ready for me?"
"Fuck, yes," she breathes.
And that's all the permission I need.