Chapter 41
Chapter Forty-One
Derrick has left every day of her heat. He told me why, but it has been hell to distract Ariana enough that she didn’t realize he was missing.
When he crawled back into the nest the first time, she was asleep again, having drifted off while she suckled softly on my cock.
On day three, Grant had slipped her off to the shower before she could notice Derrick missing and cleaned her up.
It’s day four, and this is the first time he managed to get back before she woke up at all.
“How’s she doing?” He strips off his clothes and slips into the nest, curling up against her back. “Did she wake up?”
“No. She’s sleeping in longer stretches, so I think she’s close to being done.”
He sighs in relief as he pulls her closer to his body and strokes her neck.
“She’s so perfect, Ivan.”
This close, I can see the nearly invisible freckles that dust her cheeks. Her pink lips are parted and swollen, and her hair is a complete mess.
She’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.
“Yeah, she is. How did we get so lucky?”
He looks off to the side, eyes wistful. “And I almost ruined it for us all.”
I clap him on the shoulder. “It worked out in the end, didn’t it?”
“Yeah. We’re lucky that she gave us a chance.”
We were lucky, that’s for sure. In many ways.
The odds of our being her scent match were so slim, even though it wouldn’t have made a difference if we weren’t.
And yet here we are, with bonding scars and scents that mark us as hers because even though we lied to her and hurt her, she still trusts us.
If we weren’t scent matches, would it have been easier for her to forgive us, or harder?
I hate to think that our scents and the fear of getting FOS were what pushed her to accept the pack, but that had to have some bearing on it.
Would she have made a different decision if our pheromones hadn’t recognized each other?
I know that I’m spiraling. How could I not? Will I ever know if she truly wanted this, wanted us?
My Omega’s eyes flutter open as she reaches for my chest. “Your thoughts are so loud, Alpha. I can feel them in the bond. What’s worrying you?” Her voice is surprisingly lucid, but she’s still warm enough that I know her heat still isn’t over.
I shouldn’t talk about this. Not right now. It could upset her and make her heat harder.
But I have to know.
“Did you feel like you had to bond with us because we’re scent matches?”
Derrick’s exhale is loud at my question, and I hear Grant stirring on my other side. They both would have waited to have this conversation until after the heat was over, if they ever asked her at all, but I can’t. My hindbrain is out of control, thinking that our Omega doesn’t want us.
I can’t pull my eyes away from her soft face.
“No. I bonded with you because not only are you my scent match, but you’re wonderful. Even if you weren’t my match, I think we still would have ended up here.”
Does being in heat work like alcohol? Does it lower inhibitions and make someone tell people the truth because it doesn’t cross their mind to lie?
Damn, I hope so.
“You’re already taking care of me. Already putting me first. Being scent matched doesn’t mean shit if you’re not a good, loving person.
Which you are. You all are.” She reaches out for me and cups my cheek in her hand.
“I don’t ever want you to think I regret this, Ivan.
Even if I have moments where I’m pissed at you, I will always want you. ”
Derrick squeezes her tightly around the waist as I pour my feelings into our Omega through a kiss.
“Shit,” Derrick swears, waking me from a short nap. “Give me one second, Omega.”
When I look over at the two of them, I find Ariana on her knees in presentation, backing her ass up to Derrick, demanding to be fucked.
“I’ve just got to get my pants off.” I’m not sure why he bothered putting them on at all. If someone looked through the windows while he was grabbing water for us and got a view of his ass, that’s on them for being peeping Toms.
“No, now. Now, Alpha.” Ariana’s little Omega growl is so cute, but I don’t tell her that. I’m not looking to be on the other end of her wrath. If the frustration that writhes in my chest tells me anything, it’s that she’s at the end of her rope waiting for him.
When he finally pushes into her, she sighs with relief and flops face down on the floor.
I slide underneath my Omega’s raised hips and prop myself up on my elbows. I’m able to reach her clit with my tongue, but it’s not comfortable, and I really don’t care. The taste of her slick on my tongue is all I need to make me happy. And if I happen to miss and get Derrick’s cock? He won’t mind.
We’ve been working her together for a few minutes when I feel Grant’s pretty mouth wrap around my dick.
His silvery hair is still wet from a wash, his cheeks are flushed, and his cock is jutting out between his legs.
The sight of him, combined with the sounds of my Omega being fucked within an inch of her life and her slick on my lips?
I can barely keep myself from blowing my load.
Derrick and I are two very lucky Alphas. Probably the luckiest in the world, and everyone is going to know it once the show airs. Our Omega and Beta are two of the most beautiful people in existence. And when they’re together? Shit, how can anyone expect us to do anything outside of this nest?
Ariana’s panting moans draw my attention away from the Beta shoving his face against my pelvis, swallowing around my cock. I suck her clit between my teeth, and she bucks, nearly knocking me flat on my back with the force of her hips. Derrick grips her tighter to keep her from flailing around.
“Stay still, Omega, and let your Alphas take care of you.”
Grant’s soft fingertip slips under my balls and strokes my hole, and now I’m the one bucking my hips and losing control. I may prefer to top, but I’m never going to say no to a finger or two.
There are so many things happening at once, so many sensations, that I have no hope of holding back the orgasm as it barrels into me. Grant strokes my prostate as he swallows me down, and with the taste of our Omega on my tongue, I empty myself into the back of his throat with a yelp.
Ariana must have been watching us, because as soon as Grant pulls off my cock and squeezes my knot, she falls headfirst into her orgasm, collapsing on top of me.
I don’t mind.
She could smother me, and I’d die a happy man.
After I slide from beneath her, Derrick hikes his leg up and places his foot between her shoulder blades, holding her in place as he ruts into her at a punishing pace.
She has to be oversensitive, but he’s not letting her come down, forcing her into another orgasm as he pushes his knot into her with a grunt.
She’s a limp pile of Omega as he adjusts her to her side so we can all lie together. Her eyes are looking clearer, the red flush fading from her chest as she falls to sleep, and I know that the heat has finally broken.