Chapter 22
twenty-two
Pierce
“Alpha?!”
Pierce shoots up from his sleep, looking around groggily. They had managed to feed and bathe Xenia and had just settled back to rest while Luther went out to check on the cows, specifically Ruth.
Xenia is tucked in next to him, and it is clear she is burning up. That another wave has hit her and woken her from her sleep.
“I’m here.” Pierce wraps her in his arms from behind. His skin is fully bare and much cooler than hers. “Do you want me to get Luther?”
“Don’t go anywhere.” She rocks backwards, against his cock. “I want to taste you.” Xenia is turning now, sitting up. “I need your knot,” she whines.
Pierce can see Wren sitting against the door, his eyes following her movements.
Neither expect her to crawl to him, but that is what she does.
“May I taste you, Alpha?” Xenia looks up at Wren while on her hands and knees.
Her pretty pink cunt is on full display, and Pierce’s cock jerks up a bit at the sight.
It is nearly hilarious the shock that whitens Wren’s face, but then he swallows loudly. “Whatever you wish.” He shifts out of his pants, his rigid cock popping free.
Xenia wriggles her ass in the air, and then she pounces forward landing on Wren’s lap.
This time, Pierce can’t help the chuckle that vibrates from him.
“Your knot, Alpha!” Xenia bites back at him.
She’s cute when she’s being bossy.
He doesn’t argue, even if he is a bit concerned to not have Luther as a chaperone. He had heard all sorts of horror stories about alphas going into ruts and hurting omegas.
I won’t do that.
“Yes, Omega.” He knees his way across the cushions to the edge of the nest. He bends forward gathering her slick and placing his fingers in his mouth. He hums his approval as his brain registers the mélange of tart and sweetness, with a sharp edge to them.
And then she opens her mouth, taking Wren in. Pierce watches as his pack mate nearly loses himself to the sensation. Sees as his hands dig into the ground below so as to control himself.
Pierce rubs small circles on her clit as he lines up. He tests if she’s ready, pressing just the tip into her tight cunt.
He is not accustomed to how she stretches, as if she were made specifically for him. It is only how soaking wet she is from her slick that allows him inside at all.
It is everything.
She invades him.
A virus he never wants to be cured of. A siren he will gladly drown in the ocean for.
He has never been with an omega and that fact is made clear now—she is biologically made for him. She is his literal kryptonite.
His pace on her clit increases and then he thrusts all the way into her.
Only his knot blocking him to fully sheathe himself.
He has never knotted anyone. He cannot even fathom where that will take him.
But he gains as much control as he can. Offering her hard long thrusts as she sucks Wren down.
Her hand goes up to wrap around Wren’s knot and the alpha growls his pleasure.
The scene is hypnotic. The typical tight-laced Wren coming undone for this young woman. For this precious omega.
Pierce bends over her back, his free hand grabbing hold of her neck, essentially controlling everyone’s pleasure.
He lets out a ferocious growl before pounding hard and fast into the omega, his knot slowly but surely garnering less resistance.
She moans around Wren’s cock, and it pushes Pierce over the edge of no return.
His instincts take hold, his primal urges screaming for him to breed her. To mate her. To make her his. But even still, he retains the knowledge not to bite her.
Instead, he slows his pace, one hand finds her hip while the other keeps hold of the back of her neck. He begins stretching her further, his knot making its way inside.
Liquid. Molten. Pleasure.
His undoing is instant and earth-shattering.
His entire being cycles on repeat in this moment.
He will not forget this ever. He cums hard and long and his entire body shakes over and over again.
The sensation of her wrapped around his sensitive knot, squeezing him, continues his pleasure.
The feeling is equivalent to staring endlessly into a wall of reflected mirrors.
Each image still as crisp as the last, each wave of pleasure a crescendo that leads him higher and higher.
And then she is shaking, tightening around him further. Pierce’s vision blurs and he jerks his head up. It is only Wren’s eyes that keep him grounded. That allow him to retain any sense of self.
But then Wren shuts his eyes as he finishes, and gently tugs his cock from her mouth. A long trail of her spit and cum connecting them in a hedonistic manner.
Pierce breathes in and out a few times. Attempting to control the urge riding him. The animalistic need to bite her. To claim her.
But then he catches sight of the scars on her back.
It brings him crashing back down.
I must protect her. She is to be cherished.
It is all he needs to land back in reality. He carefully—with Wren’s help—spins the omega until she is in a more comfortable position. He ignores how each move sends a jolt of burning pleasure to his balls, instead focusing on the precious woman.
His eyes find hers, he needs to make sure she is okay. That he didn’t cross any unspoken lines. That she enjoyed that as much as he did.
She offers him a lazy smile. “Alpha,” she mewls.
It is all it takes for the vice to release around his heart. For the entire world to stabilize.
I love you so much.
He doesn’t say it out loud, he doesn’t want to scare her. The words are both shocking and understandable. Pierce has always wanted someone to be in love with. Someone to care for. Someone to fill with all the passion he barely controls.
He loves Charles. Loves Luther and Wren. But this is different.
There has always been a Xenia shaped hole in his chest, and now that she’s filled it, he isn’t sure how he lived without her for so long.
She snuggles further into him and Pierce tightens his hold on her. She will always be safe with him. He will never, ever lose control with her.