Chapter Twenty-Five – Pax #3
“Omega,” I growl out. “Get on the bed. Lay on your back.”
I pull away from her, withdrawing my fingers from her core, the digits coated in her slick, and as she listens to my instruction and crawls onto the bed, I bring them to my nose and inhale her scent.
This is what she smells like. Heaven in the form of an omega. Sweet and alluring. My cock has never been harder than it is right now.
I use my slick-free hand to pick up her dress.
I’m hurried, wanting nothing more than to be on that bed with her, but I try to be careful in laying it down flat on the floor.
Soon enough, though, I’m crawling onto that bed with her—still wearing too many clothes, if you ask me—but my clothes must stay on, otherwise fucking her might not be something I can resist.
Raeka lays with her head on her pillow, her blond hair splayed around her face like a halo.
And she is a goddess. An angel sent to destroy me.
Her white skin is flushed pink, her gray eyes slits as she gazes up at me.
Her lips are parted, and she pants for air as I spread her legs wider and position myself between them.
My eyes roam over her naked body. Everything is bared to me. Her heaving tits, those perky, pebbled nipples… all the way down to that beautiful, gorgeous space between her legs, more slick currently leaking out of her.
Never before have I seen a sight so fucking spectacular. I memorize every detail, every curve, every fucking pore on her skin. It’s all so perfect—she’s perfect. She’s so perfect I can’t think straight.
I hold my breath as I lower myself to her apex, and then, when my nose is a mere two inches away from her pussy, I inhale a breath so deep I feel it in every part of me.
I breathe her in in a way I never have before, committing the sweet scent of her slick to my mind.
I’ll forget my own name before I ever forget a single thing about her.
And then, without any ounce of hesitation on my part, I bring my mouth to her apex.
I run my tongue around the rim of her, catching her slick and lapping it up like I’m on death row and she’s my last meal.
If she smells sweet, she tastes even sweeter.
I don’t know how it’s possible, but I could fucking live on her slick, she tastes so damn good. Seriously, like heaven.
The moment my mouth latches onto her clit, Raeka moans.
She writhes, arching her back, her thighs closing tightly around the sides of my head as she grinds along me, with me, her body working in tune with my mouth.
Her clit is so swollen, every single flick of it by my tongue nearly sends her over the edge.
She’s primed and ready to orgasm again—and that means more slick for me to lap up like a greedy dog.
She moans louder, and I’m a soldier between her legs, my only goal to make her come for me again. It doesn’t take long for her second orgasm to arrive, and it must hit her like a freight train, because she shudders and tenses up, her body racked with an overload of pleasure.
The moment more slick gushes out of her, I’m right there to devour it. I catch it straight from the source, pumping my tongue in and out of her core and running it around her thighs to catch every last drop.
“Mmm,” I hum against her clit after her most recent orgasm. “You taste fucking unreal. Omega, it’s like you were made for me. Like every single part of you was made for me.” Once the words are out, no truer words have ever been spoken by me.
I crawl up to her neck and bury my face there as the need to bite her, to claim her, grows stronger in me.
So strong it’s getting damn near impossible for me to resist. The want, the cravings; they’re becoming something else.
Not a want, but a need. The thought of ever being without this omega fills me with sheer desolation.
If I didn’t have her, I would die. Simple as that.
“Mine,” I whisper against her neck, my canines aching. “You’re mine.”
This feeling, this desire… it’s almost enough to make me lose my mind. Hell, I feel like I’m going insane regardless. Now that her scent fills the air, fills me, my thoughts are jumbled. I feel as if I’m a different man.
Is this what my brother felt when he was near Mercedes? Is Raeka my scent match ? Did that stupid cream she smothers onto her skin really mess things up that badly?
But… no, if that’s the case, then shouldn’t she be losing her mind when she’s near me? That’s how scent matches work. It goes both ways.
Still, I’m a man too far gone. I can’t stop myself from growling out, “Say it. Say you’re mine, omega.” I don’t use dominance on her, and I don’t need to. She has to feel it, too, even if she’s trying to fight it.
Fate has woven us together.
She turns her face in toward mine, leaning her cheek against mine as she whispers, “I’m yours, alpha.”
No sooner does she say the words back to me that I know, deep in my soul: I would do anything for her. I would kill for her. I would steal for her. I would lie for her. I would do everything my morals would never have let me do before if it meant bringing her happiness.
I’d join a pack for her.
If that’s not evidence enough that she’s my scent match, I don’t know what is.
The scent of another alpha fills the air, though Raeka’s scent is still overpowering. Even if he wasn’t the only other alpha in the house, I wouldn’t need to look to know who it is. Gideon has a certain refined scent that my nose picks up on instantly.
I don’t know what makes me say it, but I don’t remove myself from my position atop Raeka, with my nose buried in her neck, when I tell him, “Don’t just stand there, Gideon. Our omega is surprisingly compliant right now. I know you want a taste of her just as badly as me.”
Finally, I manage to lift my nose off that delicious scent gland and glance at the alpha standing halfway in the room.
His left half is poised to race toward us on the bed, but his right half, the half still in the hall, looks as though it’s trying to pull him away.
Behind his glasses, his dark blue eyes burn with a fire not normally there, a fire I remember seeing the night he nearly chased after her.
The man has put the needs of others before himself for too long now. Still, he tries to be who he thinks the world wants him to be, who his nephew needs him to be. I have not spent much time with Colter, but I don’t think the beta would object to Gideon having a taste of Raeka.
And right now, I don’t think Raeka would object, either.
It doesn’t make sense. If she’s mine, I shouldn’t want to share. We aren’t a pack. And yet, somehow, here I am, resting above the omega I called ours, telling Gideon to come join us.
The alpha can surely smell her; she’s potent now, and because of that he’s sporting an erection against his dress slacks. His hands are fists at his sides, and it’s as if he’s trying to snap himself out of whatever spell she has on him.
“No, I—” Gideon swallows hard. “I was just…” He abruptly halts, as if the words were pulled right out of his mouth before he had the chance to say them.
I look down at Raeka, who still lays beneath me, naked, still struggling to get her breathing under control. “Maybe he wants to hear it from you,” I say. “If you want Gideon to come over here, why don’t you tell him?”
Raeka turns her head, away from me. From her position, she probably can’t see much of him, but it must be enough, because she whispers, “Gideon.” Just his name. Just once. Even so, I can hear the yearning, the pent-up desire, and if I can hear it, certainly the other alpha can, too.
“Raeka,” he whispers her name back, though he remains rooted in place, half-in, half-out.
But then she lifts a hand toward him. She doesn’t say anything else—and she doesn’t have to.
The moment her hand extends toward Gideon, he breaks.
She has that way about her, to make even the stoniest alpha crumble into nothing but dust. Being with her, I am more than content with being dust. She can remake me however she wants.
Gideon is no longer a statue. He’s by the bed in an instant, and the bed is big enough that I’m able to roll off Raeka to give him a better look at our utterly undone omega.
I lay beside her, wondering if perhaps the other alpha would rather me not be here, but unless he voices his objections, I’ll stay right where I am—right where I can watch her as she unravels for him just as she did for me.
The other alpha crawls onto the bed, slow in positioning himself on top of her and holding himself up with his hands.
He does not seem bothered by my nearness.
Gideon has to keep his head tilted up a bit so his glasses don’t slip and fall off his face, but that doesn’t stop him from studying Raeka like he’s never seen anything more beautiful.
And I suppose he hasn’t. Neither have I. She is uniquely stunning in a way no other omega could hope to be. My brothers thought they had the best omega, but they’re wrong. The best omega is right here, next to me.
But maybe that’s how every alpha feels about his omega.
They stare at each other for a while, and though I should feel like I’m intruding on an intimate moment, I don’t.
I watch as something unspoken passes between them, and Gideon’s aloof facade totally dissolves, replaced by a yearning tenderness I’ve never seen on him before.
Raeka lifts a hand and runs it along his clean-cut face, much as she did to me earlier, and I don’t feel an ounce of jealousy in my bones.
Maybe in the beginning there was, but not anymore.
Once she touches his face, it’s over. Gideon slips off his glasses and places them next to her pillow, on the other side as me, and then he lowers his nose to her neck and breathes her in. I can tell the exact moment his lips dance over her scent gland, because she shivers and moans slightly.