Chapter 23
Chapter Twenty-Three
Tucker
The Omega convulses and squeezes around my cock as my packmate feeds on her pussy, and I’m done for.
I wanted to make this last forever, to have the little thing bouncing up and down on my cock, her full, round breasts in my hands, her scent in my nose, and her pretty head resting on my shoulder.
But I can’t take any more. I can’t handle how good it feels.
So I force her down into my lap, hold her there as my knot inflates and she squirms and wriggles, and I’m coming so hard, for a moment I think the effort of it has blinded me – bright white light streaking across my vision.
And then she’s relaxing in my arms, mewling like a little kitten, coming again because my knot feels so good to her.
Her pussy squeezing around it is the best thing I’ve ever experienced in my life.
I groan. “Fuck, that’s good.”
She collapses against me – sweaty and panting and beautiful – and I lick my tongue up her throat, behind her ear, tasting that sweet honey mixed now with a little salt.
“You’re so good, Omega. So good.”
Nash rolls away from the two of us, ending up on his back with his hands flung over his head. “Shit,” he mutters. “That was incredible.”
The Omega looks up at me from where her head still rests on my shoulder, and I can read what she’s asking me in her eyes. My cock deflates automatically, like it’s already taking orders from this Omega, and fuck – I think it will. I think it will be at her beck and call from now on.
The Omega wriggles free from my arms, knocks forward onto her hands and knees, and then she’s crawling toward Nash.
He doesn’t notice her come at first – his eyes are shut, his chest heaving – but then he must feel the shift of the mattress, must hear her panted breath, must catch her vibrant scent in his nose.
He lifts his head and watches her crawl nearer.
“Hollie,” he says.
The little Omega simply smiles at him as she crawls up his body, pressing kisses to his skin as she does – over his thigh, his hip bone, his stomach, the center of his chest, his shoulder, his neck, his mouth.
Then she’s hovering above him. Between her legs is a mess of spit and slick and come sliding down her thighs. It looks fucking dirty.
“Haven’t you had enough yet, Hollie?” I ask, teasing her, because the number of orgasms the girl has had in the last hour must be a world record.
She shakes her head vehemently, her eyes still locked on Nash.
“Hollie, perhaps you ought to–” he begins.
But she leans forward, capturing his hands in hers and pinning them to the mattress. “I haven’t had enough,” she says. “Not nearly enough.”
She lines herself up with my packmate’s waiting cock, and then she sinks down onto him. She’s seriously wet and pliant, and she slides easily down his thick cock. And all I can think about is when she’s ready to take more than just one of us at a time.
Nash groans. His eyes roll back in their sockets, the muscles on his stomach twitch, and his toes curl.
“She feels good, right?” I ask him.
“So wet, so tight, so perfect,” he answers.
And then I receive possibly one of the best little shows – one of the most beautiful views – of my life, because I sit on the bed and watch the little Omega bouncing up and down on my packmate’s cock, her tits and her ass jiggling as she does, her skin flushed a rosy pink, her caramel-colored hair wild around her head, and all sorts of delicious noises rushing from her mouth.
Nash is meant to be the sensitive one in our pack – the one who likes reading and spending all his spare time with the horses.
He’s the one that would nurse a baby calf through the night.
He’s the one who insisted that rabbit ought to live in the main house and not out in a hutch in the cold.
To see him, you’d never believe the dirty filth that can stream from that man’s mouth.
You have to hear it to believe it. And, oh shit, do I hear it now.
The things he says, the way he says them, would have even a porn star blushing.
“Look at her – what a good little Omega she is, Tucker. Look at her bouncing – up and down, up and down – on my cock, Clay. Look at her rubbing her pussy up and down me, making herself slick, slicking all over my thighs. Smell how filthy she is, full of your seed. Look how much she loves this.”
It seems Nash’s filthy words do something to our Omega, because soon her pace falters. She falls down onto Nash’s chest, and then she’s jolting, twitching, squirming as another of those orgasms overtakes her.
“I can take more,” she whimpers.
“Seriously,” Nash asks, gazing up into her face.
“I want to try.”
“Shit,” I mutter, peering across to Clay.
There will be a time when this omega can take all three of us at once but that time isn’t tonight.
Two of us, though, that’s a possibility.
The question is, which of us? “You,” I tell my oldest friend.
He’s clearly and secretly been pining after this girl for years.
“You’re sure?” he asks.
“Yeah, but get your ass moving before I change my mind.”
Clay maneuvers himself over the bed, positioning himself above Hollie and Nash. He lines himself up with her pussy, already stuffed full of Nash’s cock.
“We’ve waited a long time, Omega. A long time for a moment like this.”
He grunts and buries his cock deep inside the Omega’s cunt, all three of them wild with the feeling.
For one moment, our world is panted breaths and racing heartbeats – damp hair, sticky skin, filthy scents, and messed-up sheets. Nobody moves.
And then Clay’s lifting his hips and sinking back into Hollie, making both the omega and our packmate groan with pleasure. It’s clear how wild it sends them all and Clay only manages a handful of thrusts before Hollie’s coming again, Nash straight after her.
There’s no way the omega can cope with more than one knot, so Clay pulls out of her pussy, grunting as he paints her skin with ribbons of come.
The three of them collapse down in one sticky, hot mess on the bed, limbs tangled. I wish I could take a picture. I wish I was an artist and could paint. Because they look incredible. I lie down beside them.
For a while we’re all silent, catching our breaths and I’m sure each one of us is reflecting on what’s just happened between us, that each of us has come to a realization. This is how it’s meant to be between us. This is what we were meant to do. There is nothing better than this.
Hollie speaks first. “You said you’d waited a long time to do that. Was this the first … I mean, I thought that… you’re a pack and–”
“We’ve never shared an Omega before,” Clay tells her.
“You expect me to believe that, Clay Jackson?” she says, with a teasing smile on her face.
“It’s the truth.”
“I’m glad.” She snuggles in his arms. “Then it’s special for you too, and you’ll always remember it.”
“Of course we’ll always remember this,” Nash says.
“You’re making it sound,” I point out, “like this is the only time we’re going to do this, Hollie Bright. I missed out this time. But I’m definitely sharing you next time.”
“Well,” she points out. “I live in Rockview and you live here in Silver Creek–”
“Move in with us,” Clay blurts out.
“Wha– ” she says, almost bouncing off the bed.
However, there’s one big, inflated knot – Nash’s – locked in her pussy and she can’t go anywhere.
I see now why biology did this. I don’t want this Omega wriggling away from us.
I want to hold her close, feel her heart thumping against my chest, drown in her sweet scent, nibble at her skin.
“Yeah, come live with us,” I say. “Never leave us. Stay in this nest forever, and we can do this every day, all day, forevermore.”
“Erm…” She giggles. “How about the ranch? The cattle? The horses? If you’re here fucking me all day, who’s gonna look after them?”
I groan, because I can’t even pretend that we could just dismiss all that. Comes with the territory – comes with being an alpha – fucking responsibilities.
“I’ll fuck you every night, then,” I say. “And every morning.”
“That does sound amazing,” she murmurs.
And I can tell she thinks we’re not serious, that it’s just one of those things people say when they’re in bed together. But that’s because she doesn’t know my packmate. Clay wouldn’t say it unless he meant it.
I glance his way. He’s watching us. “Tell her.”
“Hollie,” he says, capturing her attention again. “Come live with us. Come be ours.”
Her brow crunches up. She tilts her head to one side. “We barely know each other.”
“We’ve known each other for ten years,” he says.
“Yes, but–”
“In all that time, I’ve known you were the one. I just didn’t realize that you could feel the same way. But if you do, then what’s stopping us?”
“My life in Rockview,” she says. “There’s my job, my apartment, Ted.”
“Ted!!” we all say at once.
“Who’s Ted?” Nash growls. “Because if there’s another man, I am going to hunt him down and I will kill him.
” Maybe that’s the knot in her pussy talking, because our sensitive, dirty-talking packmate rarely hurts a fly.
But I understand his reasoning. If there’s a man standing between us and Hollie Bright, I will take him out.
“Ted is my goldfish.”
The three of us all let out audible sighs of relief.
“A goldfish,” I say. “You own a goldfish.”
“Yep.”
“Goldfishes are pretty portable in my experience,” Nash points out. “He could come live with us here.”
“But … there’s still my job and my apartment and …” She trails off, because her best friend’s not in Rockview anymore, and neither is her mom. And we’re here, willing to love her, willing to look after her, willing to be hers – if she’ll have us.
“You could get a job in Silver Creek easily,” Nash informs her. “They’re always looking for vets in the area. As for the apartment, we’re building a house.”
“Hollie, we’ll build it exactly how you want it,” Clay offers. “You can have all the pink bathrooms and all the bookcases your heart desires.”
She shakes her head in disbelief. “This is crazy,” she says. “You’re crazy.”
It is crazy – and not like us at all. Especially Clay and Nash.
They’re rational, sensible, realistic. Sure, Clay’s known Hollie a long time, but me and Nash haven’t.
We don’t know if there are things that would irritate us about each other, those little niggles that would build up in time and drive us all nuts.
We don’t know if the Omega from Rockview would find Silver Creek too cold, too vast, too empty.
We don’t know whether we’d get bored with each other, whether we’d run out of things to say, whether the sex, the attraction, the heat would all fade away.
And it is crazy. And maybe I’m crazy. But I just don’t think any of that matters.
I don’t think any of that will happen. I have a feeling about Hollie Bright.
I’ve had it since I laid eyes on the little Omega and inhaled her scent.
Maybe this is one of those Christmas miracles – the ones you read about in Christmas stories.
Finding ‘The One’. The Omega you were meant to be with.
Maybe I knew that at the moment her honey scent tickled my nose and every single cell in my body took note, as if something special had entered the room.
I pull the blankets up around us and we snuggle together in the warmth as Clay goes to make us hot drinks and winter snacks. Soon he joins us in the bed too, and we talk together in whispers, staring up at the large skylight above us buried under several feet of snow and blocking out the sky.
And yet, I’m sure by now, it’s dark outside.
Soon it will be Christmas Day.