Chapter Forty-Six – Colter
Gideon and Pax are in a flurry the next few days. They not only fix up the house and deep-clean it because we have a bunch of people coming over next weekend, but they also fix the front door and install security cameras, which we’re all able to download the app on their phones and my tablet.
Of course, the excuse about people coming over is just that: an excuse for both alphas to take off work and get everything fixed up. I’m not stupid, and neither are they. None of us have forgotten what Raeka told us.
She wants us to bite her. She wants us to bond with her.
All of us, too. Not just the two alphas.
She made sure to specifically include me in that desire.
I’d be a liar if I claimed it’s not on my mind.
Of course it is. There was a time, not that long ago, where I couldn’t see myself lasting to another birthday, and now?
Now I’m happy. Now I’m warm whenever she comes near, all giddy inside.
I love her. I do. I can’t imagine my life without her. Someday, I want to tell her those words out loud.
My voice still doesn’t like to surface. I don’t think I’ve said much as the days go on. Usually, when I try, I psych myself out or something. It’s worse when all three of them are watching me, expectant; I have the easiest time speaking when it’s just Raeka and me.
It’s something I’d like to get over, someday. It’s not going to be instant, but… Raeka’s learning ASL for me. I’d like to return the effort.
It’s Thursday night, three days before our house will be overrun with strangers—not necessarily strangers to Raeka and Pax, but strangers to Gideon and me.
Raeka’s family, Pax’s family; it’s going to be weird to have a full house like that.
I can’t remember the last time we had a party.
Before my parents died, at the very least.
I hope, wherever they are, they’re proud of me. Maybe not for what I’ve done, but for still being here. For trying, even though at times I didn’t want to.
We’re sitting at the dinner table, with Raeka to my right and Pax and Gideon across from us, as Raeka goes on and on about her family.
Warning us, basically. “My mom is going to grill you with a thousand questions. Don’t tell her more than she needs to know.
She’s used to the brush-off. She’s the one you’ll have the most trouble with, I bet. ”
“This mom of yours,” Pax starts, stabbing a piece of steak with his fork. “She’s the reason you accepted Gideon’s offer in the beginning, wasn’t she?”
“Pretty much,” she says.
“So we should thank her for being so overbearing that she pushed you away,” Gideon speaks with a tiny grin. “I doubt she’ll enjoy hearing it, though. It might only upset her—”
“Oh, then you have to do it,” she says with an evil chuckle. “Definitely do it. I want to be there when you say it, too.”
I shake my head to myself, but I do smile.
“My sister will also have a million and one questions for you. She’s been dying to visit ever since I moved in. Obviously, things have been a little crazy, so I kept pushing her off. She’s… annoying, sometimes, but sweet.”
“Sweet,” Pax repeats. “Are we sure she’s related to you, then?”
Raeka looks as if she’s weighing the pros and cons of flinging some of her food over the table at the alpha for that slight.
In the end, she must decide against it, because she instead stabs her fork in her mashed potatoes and brings a generous scoop of it to her mouth.
“What a mean thing to say—and here I was going to let you guys take a nibble out of me tonight.”
Gideon nearly chokes on his water, while Pax’s gaze narrows in what must be hunger. I just sit there, my mind spinning, the heat in me suddenly unbearable.
“But there’s always next week—” Whatever else Raeka was going to say, it doesn’t matter, because Pax drops his fork and jerks to his feet. Everyone’s eyes are on him, especially hers, as he moves, a man on a mission, around the table, heading straight for the omega.
The burly alpha sets a hand on the back of her chair, and with a single jerk of his arm, he pulls her chair out. He says not a word as he picks her up, literally throwing her over his shoulder.
Raeka bursts out laughing, playfully slapping his back, though I imagine her slaps are like raindrops on a newly-waxed car; they just slide right off someone like Pax. “You aren’t a caveman, so put me down.”
Pax holds onto her by setting a firm hand on her round ass, and grunts out, “You don’t really want me to put you down, do you?”
The soft “No” is all he needs to hear. It’s all any of us need to hear, actually.
What’s left of our dinner is abandoned as both Gideon and I stand, trailing after Pax as he and Raeka lead the way to her bedroom. The alpha balances perfectly, carrying her over his shoulder all the way up the stairs and down the hall, where he finally drops her onto her bed.
She bounces on the mattress, giving him her best sultry look as she whispers, “Well, isn’t somebody eager—”
Pax takes off his shirt in one fluid movement, his rippling torso on full display. The air in the room changes, becoming thicker with arousal, and the alpha growls out, “Take off your clothes, omega. My teeth are aching to sink into you.”
“Whatever you say, Mr. Alpha,” she purrs out.
As she takes off her clothes, Pax undoes his pants. Neither Gideon nor I say a word; Pax is our leader. He might have taken our last name, but we follow him. It goes without saying he’d bond with her first.
Bonding. It’s almost magical. Once bonded, alphas and omegas can feel each other, even if they aren’t side-by-side.
They’re constantly in tune with each other’s emotions, and it eliminates the alphas and omegas from the general pool of dating and courting, making their scents unappealing to anyone not in their pack.
I don’t know how it’ll be for me—there isn’t much out there when it comes to betas and omegas. After Raeka mentioned she wanted me to bond with her, too, I spent some time looking things up. It’s not unheard of for a beta to bond with an omega, but it’s always within a pack.
Gideon and I take spots on the foot of the bed, on opposite sides, watching as we wait our turn. Pax had pinned Raeka down, his body dwarfing hers in every way. His cock is already hard, and based on the sweetness that fills the air, her body is ready.
From zero to one hundred in the blink of an eye. The scent of her makes my own dick harden in my pants.
He pushes inside her with a single thrust, and both he and Raeka moan. Her hands find his back, holding onto him as he begins to pump in and out of her. “Fuck,” he whispers lowly, “I’ll never get over how good you feel.”
She melts beneath the praise, our normally feisty Raeka nothing more than a puddle of goo.
His movements are rough and commanding, and she mewls and whines for him just as he likes.
They are a mess of limbs, the scent of their sweat rising in the air.
They are one. He jerks into her hard, grunting out, “Come for me. Let me hear you come undone before I sink my teeth into that tender neck of yours.”
Raeka arches her back, a muffled sound escaping her. Her legs are spread wide as Pax fucks her hard, and she unravels for him just as he wanted her to.
The light, feminine sound that erupts from her the same moment her core leaks a fresh gush of slick is something I’ll never forget—nor is the way that Pax comes simultaneously, as if they’re already on the same wavelength.
The alpha moans, pumping in out of her in quick bursts, and then he jerks his hips back, dragging his cock fully out of her, and buries his face in the crook of her neck.
I don’t see it happen, but I know the exact moment it does.
I can tell when Pax sinks his teeth into our omega’s neck, because the sound that comes from her then is different.
The breathy moan changes in timbre, shock mixed with pleasure, then a growing acceptance as she closes her eyes and surrenders.
Pax yanks his teeth out, then nuzzles her for a bit before rolling off her and metaphorically handing her to Gideon.
In reality, Raeka lays where she is, a fresh bite mark on the nape of her neck, waiting for her next alpha to mark her up similarly.
A thin trail of blood oozes from that wound; after we’re finished, we’ll have to take her to the bathroom and clean her up, give the bond marks the best chance to heal nicely.
Gideon is naked within a few moments, having already started shedding his clothes while Pax was fucking her. I don’t watch as heavily as I watched when it was her and Pax—it’s still a bit awkward for me.
Gideon, unlike Pax, takes a detour between her legs before he pushes inside of her. He eats her out, getting all he can from her pussy before he sits up, grabs himself, and guides his hard length inside of her.
His movements aren’t as rough as Pax’s. He takes his time in fucking her, grunting every so often. He holds her close as his body bears down on her, and she writhes and squirms beneath him, her breathing at a fevered pitch.
Pax smooths her hair away from her face and her neck, getting her ready for my uncle. He says, “Look at you, taking your alpha’s cock like a good omega. Does he feel good inside you, hmm?” His dirty talk is cooed out, and she loves it.
She’s so lost all she can do is nod.
“You’re going to come for him just like you came for me,” Pax goes on, his voice hardening. Not quite a command, but as good as one—and something Raeka cannot argue with.
She shudders beneath Gideon as he picks up speed, and she pants like she can’t quite fill her lungs with enough air.
She clings to him like he’s her lifeline as she loses herself to her pleasure yet again, this time while my uncle is inside her.
She cries out, the most beautiful sound I’ve ever heard, and the alpha inside her matches her groan with one of his own.
“Good girl,” Pax coos. “And Gideon’s going to be a good alpha and fill you up with his cum. Aren’t you, Gideon?”
The alpha in question trembles, like Pax has the personal key to his undoing.
That, combined with the omega beneath him, pushes him over the edge.
He thrusts inside her, filling her up much like Pax did, but unlike the other alpha, he takes his time in letting his orgasm fade before he withdraws from her and sinks his teeth into her neck, adding his bite to Pax’s.
My uncle lazily pulls away from her, rolling onto her left side, opposite where Pax is.
I take off my shirt, scooting to take off my pants. I don’t rush; the alphas might’ve had aching teeth, but mine don’t ache with a mind of their own. I want to take my time. I want… I really want to tell her that I love her, but I don’t think I’m there yet.
Once I’m free of my clothes, I hold myself over her and gaze down into her eyes.
Through the haze of her pleasure, through the dilation of those pupils, those gray eyes of hers twinkle.
Raeka lifts a hand, slow in dragging her fingertips down the side of my face.
Though her neck must hurt, she doesn’t act as though it bothers her at all.
Maybe it doesn’t hurt. Maybe being bonded with us helps take away her pain.
I take those lips in mine and kiss her, telling her through action alone that she’s become everything to me. Without her, I’d be nothing. With her, I am everything. With this pack, I am complete in ways I never dreamed of. The kiss tells her exactly that: she’s mine.
She cups my face as her lips part and her tongue meets mine. The brush of that tongue inside my mouth sets my soul on fire.
Unlike the alphas, I can kiss her and be inside of her without arching my back to an ungodly curve. As we kiss, as our tongues wrestle, I position myself between her legs and push inside. She moans into the kiss, a sweet fever dream made flesh, and I make her mine.
Her core is wet, yet still eager for another cock—for mine.
I swallow up her moans, moving the slowest. There isn’t anywhere else in the world I’d rather be than here, on this bed, with her.
Our bodies are in sync, and I reach down between us to pinch her clit and send her tumbling over the precipice of her pleasure yet again.
She’s primed and raring to go, so it doesn’t take much.
She comes for me like she came for the others, no dirty talk necessary.
I don’t wait for my own release like the others.
As she comes, I let my instincts guide me, and I pull my mouth off hers so I can clamp my teeth down along the tender, wounded skin just above her scent gland, near the alphas’ bites.
My teeth pierce her skin, and the taste of metallic copper fills my mouth.
And then, it’s the strangest thing: I feel her.
I feel her inside of me, as if her very soul touched mine and left a permanent mark.
Like she left a piece of her inside me. I can feel her pleasure, her heat, twinged with just the faintest bit of pain.
We’re connected in a way I never thought possible.
It’s as I pull my teeth out of her neck, right as I recognize the addition of her soul inside me, that I erupt, filling her core with my own mark, my own wave of cum. I fill her up, and then I stay right where I am, not wanting to move, not wanting to end this moment just yet.
But, alas, she’s bleeding and we need to take care of her, clean the fresh wounds on her neck, so even though it’s the last thing I want to do, I pull out of her and take her by the hand.
I suppose the alphas could take the lead—and they, by nature of the hierarchy, could very well force me to take a backseat—but they don’t.
Gideon and Pax let me take Raeka by the hand, let me walk with her to the bathroom down the hall.
They come with us, but they don’t crowd.
They do nothing but watch as I sterilize and bandage up her neck.
Once she’s bandaged up, she holds my stare, a soft smile on her face. This omega, this girl… she came into my life without warning, and try as I might in the beginning to resist, all resistance ended up as futile as something could be.
She’s mine, and I am whole.