Chapter 21
twenty-one
Luther
Luther scoops their Little Omega into his arms as soon as she finishes organizing her nest. He peppers kisses across her face, on the tip of her nose, attempting to cover each freckle.
“The bath is ready.” Pierce is in the bathroom doorway watching them, a lopsided grin on the typically grumpy man’s face.
Luther couldn’t remember a time that Pierce was truly happy in the last decade.
Prison had changed him, hardened the few soft edges the Stellars had allowed him to keep.
It was his parents’ testimony that landed him in there at all.
And being away from Charles was just another part of the torture. For all of them.
But Luther and Wren never blamed him.
Nia wriggles in Luther’s arms, bringing him back to the present.
“What is it?” She looks up at him with her endlessly soulful eyes.
He wants to fall into them and never escape. Wants to claim her. Make her theirs, officially. “You make everything better.”
Her cheeks heat a delicious crimson, and his hindbrain takes hold as he falls into the crook of her neck inhaling her addictive scent. The spicy juniper and sweet blood orange causes his dick to harden to the point of pain in his pants.
The fact that they are a scent match just makes sense. She is perfect in every single way.
“Alpha,” Nia moans, rubbing herself on him, her tongue lashing out to wet her lips addictively.
Pierce scoops her from his arms, and Luther has to do everything he can not to growl at his pack mate.
Instead, he follows Pierce into the bathroom as he gently lowers Nia and then himself to the ground. “May I undress you?” he asks, on his knees looking up at her.
“Please.”
Luther watches in a trance as Pierce slowly tugs down the borrowed pants she wears. She is bare underneath and even from here, Luther can see the slick between her thighs.
“You tell me stop if it’s too much,” Pierce advises, and then slowly, to give her a chance to pull away, he leans forward, his tongue lashing out. Up and down the tops of her thighs.
Xenia hums her contentment, her eyes shuttering, her hand tangling into his hair.
Luther wants to do more than watch. He moves until he is behind her. Places his hands on the bottom of her shirt, easing it up over her.
With her completely bare, it takes everything for Luther not to rut into her, to throw her into the nest and have his way with her. To push his knot into her tight cunt. But he restrains himself, instead choosing to explore her.
His hands graze gently up her sides, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake.
She falls back against his chest, her skin hot against his.
Before when they were in the clinic, he had only felt her scars, but now in the light, with her completely naked, he could see the extent of her suffering.
His anger clouds his vision for a single instant until Nia whines.
“Alpha?” she asks.
He realizes his scent must reflect his emotions.
“It is not you. I am sorry. You are perfect, Xenia.” He continues his path up her sides, moving forward and cupping her breasts.
They are full, heavy and nearly fill his large hands.
His head burrows into her neck from behind and he begins sucking the sensitive skin there, licking and nipping as he goes.
His fingers busy themselves with her nipples, kneading and pinching.
“Luther!” The mewl is an accelerant.
One that neither Pierce nor Luther intend to extinguish.
“It’s too late to bathe,” Wren says from behind them. “I can smell her perfuming from the kitchen.”
Luther is inclined to agree, he makes eye contact with Pierce on the ground between her thighs. They have an unspoken agreement.
“Luther. Please, I need your knot. It hurts. I need it.” Nia slurs her words as she arches back against him. Her bare ass rubbing over his pants.
“Yes, Omega.”
Wren is still behind them, staying on the outside. Luther isn’t sure how Wren will do. The man is a ball of control and restraint, but what happens when this omega pulls on a loose thread?
Luther releases Nia to Pierce, allowing the latter to gather her in his arms and march her to the nest.
Luther makes quick work ridding himself of his clothes, but he gathers them just in case she wants them for the nest.
Pierce has made her comfy in the middle of the cushions when he returns and Nia reaches for his clothes, just as he suspected she would. Handing them to her, he watches in amusement as she wedges his shirt under a pillow and his pants near the bottom.
“Sweetheart. Are you sure you are okay with all three of us being here? That you want us to help you through this?” He watches her face carefully. If there is even a single sign of regret or unease he will end this here.
But there’s not. She smiles a big grin with full teeth. “Luther. I want you. All of you. You are the kindest alphas I have ever known.”
“Contraceptive?” he asks.
Her brow furrows, but then she laughs. “I’m all covered on that.”
He doesn’t question her. And then she reaches for him, and this time, he allows himself to fall into this moment with her. He settles on top of his omega entirely, bracketing himself above her.
Pierce reaches between them, finding her clit, and Luther watches in a trance as he rubs it methodically. As he preps their omega.
But Wren hangs in the back. It is as Luther expected. Wren will only come when called, he will give their omega space until then.
“Alpha,” Nia groans below him. “Please, it hurts. Everything is on fire. You can help. Please!”
Luther groans as her pheromones go directly to his cock, the distinct scents causing his brain to malfunction.
He doesn’t wait another instant before he begins to press into her tight cunt.
Relishing in the way it stretches to accept him.
He can feel Pierce’s hand as he slides in, but pays it no mind. Focused entirely on the woman below.
On their omega.
Her crimson hair is fanned out, her lips are cherry red, and her eyes are glassy and bright. She is fucking gorgeous.
She is perfect. She is mine.
Mine. Mine.
He pumps into her, fast and sturdy. His knot presses against her, but he doesn’t push it in. Not until she is begging, not until she comes undone.
Her moans are dynamite to the bomb inside his heart exploding over and over again. She is the missing piece. She is everything.
She wraps her small arms around him, squeezing him to her and then she leans up, her mouth finding his neck.
He doesn’t expect her teeth, the bite she leaves is both painful and the most pleasurable he has ever experienced.
“Mine!” she groans.
“Fuck!” he expels, pounding harder and harder into her pliable body, his knot bouncing back and keeping him from going even deeper. His lips find her, and he attempts to swallow her whole as he invades her mouth, his tongue tangling with hers as he doesn’t let up.
“Your knot!” The words are gargled, but they are distinct.
Because they are the ones Luther was waiting for.
Pierce has not let up from playing with her clit, and at her request, he speeds up his ministrations. “She’s ready.” He gathers some of her slick, wrapping it around Luther’s knot.
Luther accepts the assistance, and then he pushes Nia further into the nest, his knot going into her one fraction at a time.
Her scream is wild and unhinged as she wraps her legs around him, as she forces him all the way into her.
And then he is being suffocated, her scent mixing with his. The mark on his neck throbbing as his knot finds its home. His vision darkens around the edges and sparks shoot out as he is filled with a euphoric bliss that he didn’t know existed until this instant.
The clinic was an unforgettable experience, but this is transcendent. The knowledge that she has accepted him. Wants him.
He growls as he fills her, claims her, instills that she is his.
“Alpha!” Nia’s hold on him tightens, her breath turning ragged. She rocks and shakes as her pleasure finds her.
Pierce lets up, allowing her a chance to recover.
“Holy shit.” Wren’s voice is wary, nearly frightened.
But Luther doesn’t look away from their omega. He leans down, peppering kisses across her, rubbing his scent everywhere that he can. Still, he doesn’t release her, he won’t until after they sleep.
Luther carefully flips them until Nia is settled on him, he cups her head to his chest as he purrs.
“Ours,” Pierce murmurs, laying down next to them, tracing patterns down her arms.
“Mmmm.” Nia is groggy in her response.
Luther knows she may fall asleep for now, but it will only be a short time until she is awake and begging for another knot. He just hopes Pierce and Wren are up to the task.