Chapter 29
Chapter Twenty-Nine
I wake with a hard cock pressed against my ass, moving up and down my crease. I can’t hold back a sleepy moan.
“Morning, Beta.” Ivan’s voice ghosts against my neck. He drags a hand down my stomach, stopping right at the top of my boxers. “You smell so good this morning. I don’t think I’m going to be able to keep my hands off of you.”
“What about Ariana? She’ll hear us.”
He dips his fingers beneath my waistband, massaging the base of my cock. “And if she does? You love to put on a show.”
“I don’t want to make her uncomfortable.” He grips my cock so tightly that I groan and throw my head back on the pillow.
“She enthusiastically watched you and Derrick. I think our Omega may surprise you. Besides, it’s early. She stayed up late talking to Derrick. I’m sure she’s still sleeping.” Ivan slowly strokes me, teasingly, as he grinds his cock into me.
It’s been a bit since I was with my Alpha, and I have been craving him. He’s a much softer lover than Derrick, and that’s what I want right now.
“Come on,” he growls in my ear. “I want you, Grant.”
My body grows loose as he pumps his fist up my cock. I can barely get the words out because I’m struggling to hold back my sounds of pleasure. “I want you, too, Alpha.”
His hand on my dick speeds up, and the other presses me tighter against his body.
He rubs himself between my cheeks, driving me closer to the edge.
“Then you need to come for me, because I forgot to pack the lube.” My Alpha continues rutting against me and pulls my earlobe between his teeth.
My entire body grows stiff as my orgasm barrels down on me.
Ivan’s pumpkin bread scent is so rich, so spicy, as it wraps around me, that I want to do nothing more than swallow it down. The only thing that would make it better is pecans and creamy oranges.
My Alpha chomps down on my ear, his breath shallow, growly pants, as he swipes his thumb over the tip of my cock.
I lose myself in the sensation, my cum dripping down my shaft.
My Alpha catches it all in one hand and pulls my boxers down with the other.
He doesn’t say anything as he teases my entrance with one cum-covered finger.
I can hear him slather his cock with the rest.
Damn, that is so hot.
It doesn’t take long for him to stretch me, and when he notches his cock against my softened hole, I let out a loud whine. “Fuck me, Alpha.”
My dick is already hardening again as he slips past the outer ring, and a keening sound escapes me. Ivan slaps his hand over my mouth, and I taste myself on his palm.
“Shh, don’t wake her up.” His words flutter over my ear, and shivers wrack my body. “Unless you want our Omega to see how needy you are. How you fall apart with the smallest amount of attention.”
He’s a passionate lover, not pounding into me, but his pace is enough to leave me with a pleasant ache. When he adjusts his position and his dick slides against my prostate, my eyes roll into the back of my head.
“You needed this, didn’t you, Beta? You needed reminding of who you are now that our Omega is here. You’re mine. And Derricks. And hers. You’re going to take as good of care of her as you do of us, aren’t you? No one will be left wanting when you’re around.”
I whimper against his hand, and he pulls it far enough away from my mouth, allowing me to answer. “Whatever you need from me. I want to give you all everything. Take what you want from me. I’m yours.”
Ivan growls and slams into me, pace growing frantic. He decides to leave my mouth uncovered so he can grab my cock and jerk it in time with his thrusts.
I’m on the edge, close to coming again already with the dual pleasure, when the door opens.
Ariana stands there, with one sock, messy hair, her glasses on, and pajama pants so low on her hips that I can see the top of her pretty pink panties. Her eyes widen at the sight of us, but either Ivan doesn’t see her, or he doesn’t care because he’s still fucking into me without stopping.
An explosion of citrus and creamy vanilla fills the room. She grabs her neck, chest rising and falling rapidly as she watches us.
She doesn’t say anything.
Two thrusts later, and my orgasm hits me like a freight train.
My body tightens and twitches as my cock empties itself onto the bed in front of me. I groan her name, long and loud.
“That’s right, you love putting on a show for our Omega, don’t you?” Ivan’s growled words prove he’s known she was here. But I cannot deny them.
“I do. So much.”
My body is lax, and at this point, I am just a hole for my Alpha to use.
He presses my head down into the pillow, hiding my view of Ariana, and pumps hard into me.
His knot bumps against my rim, but he doesn’t try to force it in.
I have no interest in being knotted, but I won’t deny that the extra stimulation feels great.
With a groan, Ivan’s hips stutter, and I feel his dick twitching in my ass as he fills me.
The room is quiet as he collapses on top of me, the only sound our heaving breaths.
And then our Omega breaks the silence.
“Goddamnit, I cannot continue to get horny in this fucking house.”
By the time Ivan and I are cleaned up, Ariana is at the stove making breakfast, her back to us.
“Hey, Ariana, I’m sorry about that.”
Her voice is strained when she answers without looking over her shoulder. “No need to worry! I shouldn’t have entered without knocking. That’s my mistake! I’m the one who should be apologizing.”
Ivan snickers and slides beside her. She startles as he leans around her and picks something out of her pan and tosses it in his mouth.
“Did you enjoy the show, at least?”
Though I only see a sliver of her face when she looks at him, I can tell how red it is with embarrassment. “How could I not? You’ve seen yourselves.”
“And now you’ve seen us, too.” He leans over and kisses the tip of her nose. “Plus, you know Grant likes to be watched. He enjoyed that more than he’ll admit.”
She clatters around in the cabinets for plates. They hit the counter with a thunk, and she starts plating the food she made.
I grab my plate and look to see what she made. “Fried rice?”
“Yeah. We had leftover rice and eggs. It’s one of my favorite breakfasts.” She places a handful of forks on the table before grabbing the mug of coffee she left beside the stove.
“Well, I for one am stoked.” Ivan snags the chair next to Ariana and pushes it so close to her that they’re almost on top of each other.
“It smells delicious.” My first bite confirms that it tastes even better than I thought it would. It’s the perfect savory breakfast that will fill me up until lunchtime, for sure.
We eat in a not-quite-comfortable silence for a few minutes before the TV pings and Bridgette’s voice fills the room.
“Good morning, lovebirds!”
Ariana wrinkles her nose in displeasure. I don’t know if it’s the interruption, calling us lovebirds, or just Bridgette in general that she dislikes.
“Sup, Bridgette?” Ivan doesn’t turn to the television, but he does stare at the camera on the fridge with unnerving eye contact. “What have you got planned for us today?”
“As I’m sure you’re well aware, you will be leaving the house tomorrow. That means you’ll recieve your last challenge today. If you successfully complete it, you’ll recieve our grand prize.”
My Alpha’s back goes ramrod straight. “There’s a grand prize?”
“Told you you should’ve watched the show,” I mutter.
Ariana nods and turns toward him. “Yeah, not every group is keen to complete the challenges given to them. I mean, some people are lied to by their moms, their bosses, whoever. Once, they even had the jealous best friend who was pretending to be a famous Alpha in an attempt to make her Omega friend cheat on her partner.”
That was a crazy season.
She pushes her hair behind her ear. She hasn’t changed out of her pajamas or put her contacts in yet. I love this soft look on her. It’s what I want to wake up to for the rest of my life.
“They do a grand prize if you complete all the challenges. There’s only been two or three seasons where someone’s got it. Honestly, our challenges have been fairly easy in comparison to a few of the seasons.”
Bridgette interjects as soon as Ariana finishes speaking. “Which was a decision made by production since you all were already going through so many difficulties with the accidental scent matching and heat spikes.”
My Omega buries her face in her hands with a disdainful whine.
“Aren’t you curious about the prize?” Bridgette may not have access to our live video feed, or she might be bad at reading the room, because she embarrassed the shit out of Ariana.
Ivan rubs his hand over our Omega’s back as he answers her. “Yeah, sure.”
Bridgette squeals in excitement. “Round-trip, first-class flights to Vegas, premium tickets to see the incredible Cirque de Mordu, and two weeks in the penthouse suite at the luxurious resort Hedonistic Heat!”
Oh, shit. That’s a great prize.
Hedonistic Heat is a resort that caters specifically to Omegas and their packs during heat.
Two weeks is more than enough time to get through a heat and do some sightseeing.
I’ve never been, but I’ve heard people talk about it.
It’s all-inclusive, with a nesting space, jacuzzi tubs, and food and drink delivered.
It takes on many of the difficult parts of a heat and outsources them, while offering beautiful views and luxury accommodations. There’s one in most major cities.
But the one in Vegas? That’s the pinnacle. And the penthouse? That has to be tens of thousands of dollars a night. Plus the flights, the circus tickets, and all our expenses?
This is an incredible prize, and I want to earn it for Ariana. She deserves to be spoiled.
“What will we need to do to earn that?” There is no way that this is going to be an easy earn, and I need to know what they’re expecting of us.
“Oh, well, that’s the question, isn’t it? Your challenge should arrive soon.” Her Cheshire grin is practically burned into the screen as the TV turns back to the show’s logo.
We’ve barely had time to look at each other before a knock sounds at the door.
“I guess I’d better get that.”
I snag Ariana’s forearm as she tries to pass me. “No, I’ll get it. We don’t know what it is, and if it’s heavy, I don’t want you to have to carry it.”
I’m not particularly muscular, but I am stronger than I look.
She sighs in relief and falls back into her chair.
I rip the door open, blinking against the morning light before registering what I’m looking at.