Chapter 21
Grayson
"Then let's take care of our omega."
The words leave my mouth, and Bea's eyes lock on mine. Desperate. Pupils blown so wide there's barely a rim of green left. She's trembling in her perfect nest, surrounded by our scents, and everything in me demands I get my hands on her.
Claim her.
Make her stop hurting.
River's already moving to her left side, Seth hovering near the doorway looking like he might bolt or pass out—hard to tell which. He looks nervous as hell, but right now, Bea needs someone who's willing to take charge.
She needs me.
"Grayson." My name comes out as a broken sob, and she reaches for me with shaking hands. "Please. It hurts. It hurts so much—"
The pain in her voice cuts through me. I'm across the room and kneeling at the edge of her nest before the thought fully forms.
"I know." I catch her hands, and the contact makes her whimper. "I'm going to make it better. I promise."
River moves to the other side of the nest. "Let's get you more comfortable first."
Between the three of us, we peel away her sweat-soaked clothes. She's shaking so hard she can barely help, but finally she's bare. And fuck—the sight of her steals my breath.
Skin flushed pink from chest to thighs. Nipples peaked. And between her legs, slick is already coating her thighs, glistening and obscene. The scent of it makes my mouth water and my cock throb.
"Look at you," I murmur, running my hands up her trembling legs. "Already dripping slick for us. Your pussy's making a mess of your nest. Body knows exactly what it needs, doesn't it?"
She whimpers, trying to press closer, but I hold her still with firm hands on her thighs.
Seth hovers near the doorway, his scent sharp with arousal but also uncertainty. His eyes are locked on Bea, on all that bare skin and slick. He knows he's not ready to take the lead yet.
But I am. I've been ready since the moment I saw her.
"Seth," I say without looking away from Bea. "Water. And those energy bars we bought. Now."
"On it."
Bea's hand fists in my shirt, pulling me closer. Her pupils are blown black, heat making her desperate. "Don't leave. Please don't leave me."
"Not going anywhere." I catch her face in my hands, making her focus on me through the haze. "Drink first. Need you hydrated."
She nods frantically, and Seth reappears with a water bottle. I help her drink, watching her throat work as she swallows. Some of the desperation in her scent eases—not much, but enough.
"Good girl." The praise makes her melt, and I file that away for later. "First heat with alphas?"
She nods, and satisfaction—dark and possessive—rumbles through my chest. "Only had sex on suppressants before. Never like this."
"So you've been knotted, but never during heat?" I drag my fingers through her slick, making her gasp. "Never been this desperate, this soaked, begging for it?"
"No," she whimpers. "Never this much. Never felt like this."
"Good." The word comes out as a growl. "Get to show you what it's really supposed to feel like."
"Then we're doing this right." I strip off my shirt, toss it aside, then work my jeans off. Her eyes go dark watching me. When my cock springs free—already hard, knot swelling at the base—she licks her lips.
"Want my cock in your mouth?" I wrap my hand around myself, stroke slowly just to watch her pupils dilate. "Want to choke on it while you're in heat?"
"Yes," she whimpers. "Please, Grayson—"
"Not today." I kneel between her spread thighs.
The view makes my cock throb—she's soaked, slick dripping down to the blankets, pussy swollen and pink and clenching around nothing.
Begging to be filled. "Today I'm going to stretch you open on my fingers.
Make sure when I finally fuck you with my cock, you can take every inch during heat. "
I drag two fingers through her folds. She gasps, and I can feel how much slick she's producing. Coating my fingers instantly.
"Feel that?" I circle her entrance but don't push in. Not yet. "Slick everywhere. Your body's getting ready to be fucked. To be knotted. To be claimed."
"Please," she sobs. "Grayson, stop teasing—"
"I'm not teasing." I press one finger inside slowly, and her inner walls clench immediately. Try to suck me deeper. "I'm savoring. First time in heat like this. I'm going to make damn sure you remember it."
She cries out, hips bucking against my hand. Fuck, she's tight. One finger stretches her, and feeling her grip me like that makes me grit my teeth.
"There you go. Take it." I work my finger deeper, curl it to find that sweet spot. "Feel how your pussy's trying to pull me in? That's what it's going to do to my cock. Grip me so tight I can barely thrust."
"Need more," she gasps. "One isn't enough—"
"Greedy little omega." But I give her what she wants. Add a second finger and the stretch makes her whimper. Her slick makes them slide in easily despite how tight she is. "There. Feel that? That's closer to what my cock's going to feel like. Thick. Stretching you open."
I work her methodically. Curling my fingers to find that spot that makes her see stars. When I hit it, she bucks so hard I have to pin her hips with my free hand.
"Found it." I focus there. No mercy. "Right there. That's what my cock's going to hit every time I'm inside you. Every time I knot you. Going to make you scream so loud Seth's going to blush just listening."
Her inner walls flutter around my fingers, and I add a third. The stretch makes her cry out, but it's all pleasure. She's rocking against my hand now, desperate and uncoordinated, chasing what her body needs.
"That's it. Fuck my fingers." I press my thumb against her clit. "Show me how desperate you are. Show me how badly you need to be filled."
"Need it," she sobs. "Need you. Need your cock inside me. Need your knot. Please, Grayson, please—"
"Come first." I work her harder, faster. "Come on my fingers, and then I'll give you everything."
She shatters. Screams. Her whole body goes rigid as the orgasm crashes through her. Inner walls clamp down on my fingers, pulsing hard, and fresh slick floods out to coat my hand. I work her through every wave, draw it out until she's trembling and gasping for breath.
But even as she comes down, I can feel it. The emptiness still gnawing at her. Smell the desperation creeping back into her scent.
"Not enough," she whimpers. Tears streaming down her face. "Still empty. Still hurts. Please, Grayson, please make it stop—"
"I know." I withdraw my fingers slowly. She whines at the loss, pussy clenching around nothing. Trying to pull something back inside. The sight makes my cock throb. "But now you're ready for me. Now you can take what you really need."
I position myself between her spread thighs. Run the head of my cock through her slick. She's drenched—coating me in seconds—and the sight of her laid out in our nest makes something primal roar through me.
Mine. Ours.
"Look at me." Her eyes snap to mine. Heat-hazed but focused. Trusting. "I'm going to fuck you now. Fill this needy pussy with my cock and show you what heat is supposed to feel like. Then I'm going to knot you—lock us together so deep you'll never forget who claimed you first."
"Yes." No hesitation. Complete trust in those green eyes. "Please, Grayson. Need your cock inside me. Need you to make it stop hurting."
"Oh, I'm going to make it stop hurting." I press the head of my cock against her entrance. Watch her face as I start to push in. "I'm going to make you feel so fucking good you'll beg me never to stop."
I push inside slowly. The head of my cock breaches her entrance and fuck—she's tight. Tighter than I expected even with all that prep. Her body stretches around me, taking me inch by inch, and the feeling threatens to undo me.
"Fuck," I grit out. "Your pussy's gripping my cock like a vice. So tight. So hot." I push deeper and she gasps. "You were made for this. Made to take alpha cock. Made to take my cock."
"More," she begs. Legs wrap around my hips, trying to pull me deeper. "Please, Grayson, I can take it. I can take all of you."
The way she's giving herself to me—completely, desperately, trusting me with her first heat—makes something possessive and fierce settle in my chest. Mine to claim. Mine to protect. Mine to pleasure until she can't remember her own fucking name.
"I know you can." I sink deeper with each careful thrust until I'm fully seated. Buried to the hilt. "There we go. Every inch. Feel how deep I am? How my cock's stretching you in heat? Feel how full you are?"
"Yes." Her voice breaks. "So full. You're so big. Can feel you everywhere."
"Good." I pull back slowly—almost all the way out—and watch her face as I thrust back in. Deep. Hard. Claiming. "Because this is mine now. This pussy belongs to me. To us. You're ours, Bea."
The possessiveness in my voice makes her clench around me, and I start to move for real. Slow, deliberate strokes. Making her feel every inch. Making her understand what she's getting into with us.
Her heat makes her hypersensitive. Every thrust draws sounds from her that go straight to my cock. Little gasps and moans that tell me exactly where to hit, how deep to go, how hard she can take it.
"That's it. Take my cock." I shift the angle, find that spot inside her that makes her arch off the nest. "Fuck, you're perfect. Your pussy was made for this. Made to take me."
She's meeting me now. Thrust for thrust. Desperate and uncoordinated but trying so fucking hard, and watching her chase her pleasure on my cock is the hottest thing I've ever seen.
"You like being fucked?" I ask, because I want to hear her say it. "Like having my cock buried deep in this tight little pussy?"
"Yes," she gasps. "Love it—love how you feel—don't stop—"
The sounds filling the nest are obscene. Her breathy moans, my rough breathing, the wet slide of my cock in her slick heat. It's primal. Raw. Perfect.
My knot starts to swell. Catching at her entrance with each thrust.
"Your knot." She gasps, eyes going wide. "Can feel it getting bigger. Stretching me every time you thrust. Want it, Grayson. Want you to knot me."
"You're going to get it." I adjust my angle again. Hit that sweet spot with every stroke now. "Going to knot you so deep you'll feel me for days. Fill you with so much cum you'll be dripping with it. Everyone's going to smell me on you and know you've been claimed."
"Yes," she sobs. "Yes, please, want everyone to know—"
"Touch yourself." My hands grip her hips, control the pace. "Make yourself come on my cock. Want to feel how tight you get when you come."
Her hand flies between us. Finds her clit. Within seconds she's gasping, trembling, right on the edge.
"Close—so close—Grayson, I'm going to—"
"Do it." I slam into her harder. Faster. My knot swelling with each thrust until it's catching hard at her entrance. "Come on my cock. Let me feel that pussy squeeze me. Show me what I do to you."
She detonates. Screams my name so loud I swear the whole fucking town can hear. Her whole body locks up, back arching, inner walls clamping down on me like they're trying to keep me inside forever. Pulsing. Clenching. Pulling at me.
One more thrust. I force my swollen knot past her entrance and the stretch makes her scream again—this time wordless, overwhelmed. Then we're locked. My knot swells completely, ties us together, and my orgasm hits like a freight train.
I roar as I come. Empty everything I have deep inside her while her body milks every drop from my cock. The feeling of filling her, marking her from the inside, being locked together completely—fuck. It's everything.
I look down at her face. Tear-streaked and flushed and looking at me like I just gave her the world. Like I'm everything she needs. It does something to me—something I wasn't expecting. Makes me want to keep that look on her face forever. Makes me want to be worthy of it.
Fuck. I'm in deep with this omega.
"Better?" I ask. My hand's gentle on her face despite the primal intensity of what just happened.
"Yes." She's crying, but they're relief tears. Happy tears. "So much better. The emptiness—it's gone. You made it stop hurting."
"That's what I'm here for." I lean down, kiss her softly. Careful not to jostle us while we're locked together. My knot's still fully swollen, still pulsing inside her. We'll be tied like this for at least twenty minutes. "That's what all of us are here for."
I start purring. Deep rumble in my chest. She melts at the sound, whole body going limp and trusting beneath me.
Seth appears at the edge of the nest with more water. River helps prop her up enough to drink while I support her weight. She's shaky, exhausted, but the frantic edge is gone from her scent. Replaced by satisfaction and contentment.
"How you doing?" Seth asks softly. Brushes damp hair back from her forehead.
"Good." Her voice is hoarse from screaming. "Really good.”
"Rest," I murmur, pressing a kiss to her temple, still purring. She curls closer, and I tighten my arms around her carefully.
River's watching us. Eyes dark with want, scent thick with arousal. But he's patient. Waiting his turn. Seth looks nervous but determined. Hands clenching and unclenching at his sides.
"Heat's going to come back," I tell them quietly. My hand stroking soothingly over Bea's back. "Maybe an hour. Maybe less. She'll need all of us before this is over."
"We're ready," River says.
Seth nods. "Whatever she needs."
Bea makes a soft sound. Nuzzles into my neck. "Thank you," she whispers. "For taking care of me."
"Always." I tighten my arms around her. Mindful of our connection. "That's what pack does."
My knot finally deflates enough to slip free. She whimpers at the loss. I can feel my release starting to leak out of her.
River moves in with a warm cloth. Cleans her gently while I settle beside her in the nest. She's drowsy now, immediate need satisfied, but I can already smell her heat building again beneath the temporary contentment.
"Sleep," I murmur. Pull her against my chest. "We'll be here when you wake up."
She's out in seconds. Breathing evening out as exhaustion takes over. Seth and River settle on either side of us. Their scents mixing with mine and hers until the whole nest smells like pack.
Like home.
"She okay?" Seth asks quietly.
"She will be." I look down at Bea's sleeping face. Peaceful now instead of pain-twisted. "We're going to make sure of it."
That's what pack does. We take care of each other. Through everything. Heat and cold, pain and pleasure, all of it.
And Bea? She's ours now. We're going to take care of her for the rest of our lives.