22. Luna
Luna
I t’s been a few days since my heat and to say that I feel like a whole new woman would be an understatement.
I knew Omegas were horny. I used to masturbate so much I was worried I would break my wrist at one point.
But now that I have three ready and willing partners who are ready to go at any given time, I truly understand the extent of what being an Omega means.
I’m wrapped up in Ian’s arms on the couch as we watch a show, waiting for Ezra and James to get back from the store. He’s rubbing a spot on my neck, the same spot he has James marked. Ezra marked James on his ass cheek, and I wonder if he has the same idea for me.
I’ve hardly thought about my mom since I’ve been in this little bubble. I had accepted that these three guys were going to be my pack. But after my heat? The only things I need are the bite marks to prove it.
“Ian?”
“Yeah, baby?”
“I think we should plan a private night at Lavender Moon.”
“Is that so?” he asks, nuzzling against my neck and stroking my hair.
“I…I always wanted to do the private room, and I think maybe…maybe we could bond there?” His hand on my hair stops.
“What?”
I turn my head, so I’m looking up at him. “I just, why wait? There’s no going back for any of us… And I kind of feel left out if I’m the only one not bonded.”
“Hey, you know I want to bond with you, right?”
I nod my head, and he kisses me. They’ve all been kissing me constantly, and I love it so much.
“I know, that’s why I think we should just do it.”
“Okay, little moon,” he says, peppering my face with kisses, and I can’t help but laugh as he holds me tight against his chest and attempts to kiss every inch of my face.
When the door to the garage opens, I hear Ezra sing-song, “We have a surprise for you, love.”
“A surprise?” I say, and Ian kisses me one more time.
“Better go see what it is.” He smirks, meaning he’s obviously in on whatever this surprise is.
“Did we get enough shit?” I hear James complain along with the shuffling of bags and motion. When I walk into the kitchen and I see the cat carrier, I squeal excitedly. Ezra places the carrier on the counter and opens it.
“How did you know?” I ask, and he shakes his head.
“You might have mentioned how much you want a cat a few times.”
When the small orange head pops out of the carrier, looking skeptical, I can’t help my excitement as I lean forward and pick up the kitten and put him in my arms.
I kiss his soft little head, and he is so calm in my arms. I’m so happy that I can’t help the tears that well up in my eyes. It might be stupid, but they listen to me, and they acted on it without having to be told, just to make me happy.
When I see all the boxes that James carried in, I realize that they got everything the little guy needs.
“Where did you get him?” I ask, the kitten is a little shy and tucks in nicely against my chest.
“The shelter. I thought a ginger cat would suit you,” Ezra says with a wink, and I shake my head. He leans forward and kisses my head. “We’ll get the cat tree and stuff set up.”
“You were all in on this?” I ask, and Ian and James nod their heads. “Thank you, I love him.”
I’m not sure if it’s the word love, but they both stand up a little straighter and nod their heads.
“Luna wants to go to Lavender Moon,” Ian says to James.
“We could do that,” James agrees.
“We will need a cat sitter.”
“Oscar can do that,” James says. I don’t know who Oscar is, but if James trusts him, I can.
“Maybe next weekend?” Ian says.
“Sounds great. I need the kitten to imprint on me anyway,” I say, and Ian rolls his eyes.
“What are you going to name him?” James asks the obvious and most important question.
“Neptune,” I say dramatically.
James shakes his head. “Neptune it is.” He leans over and kisses me on the head before giving the small kitten a gentle head rub.
This is it… This is the fucking life.
“You’re sure this is what you want?” James asks me for the tenth time.
“Yes, it’s going to be so hot. There won’t be anyone else there. You don’t have to worry,” I say, grabbing his face and planting a dirty, wet kiss on him.
These past weeks have been complete bliss.
I couldn’t be happier. I’m still trying to figure out what I want out of life other than my pack.
So far, the thing I enjoy most is helping Ezra at the zoo and obviously being a cat mom.
Any time I have the opportunity to go with him, I do.
He’s looking into volunteer opportunities for me, but the fact is, none of them want me working in a place where I’m not protected.
I can understand and respect that. I’m an Omega, and safety comes first.
I tried to help James in his greenhouse, but I realized that it’s his safe space and where he goes to be alone. So while I’m figuring out my next move career-wise, I already know what I want in my relationship. I’m so ready to make it official and for us to bond.
We have all come so far in our communication and feelings for each other.
I would never doubt James and Ezra’s passion for me now.
I’m so deeply in love with all three of them.
Maybe it’s biology, how long I’ve been pining for them.
I don’t care how fast it’s moving. When you know, you know.
And all I know is that I want their bond marks. I need our pack to be official.
I’m still not sure what’s going to happen with our family, or how people on the outside might judge us. But being bonded with them trumps those fears every time. I work hard every day to care less about what people think of us and just be happy for what we have together.
“Of all places to bond, though,” James says as our lips separate.
“It’s kinda what started it all, plus I will be in the cage with you. Don’t you want to see them panting over us? Being able to smell but not touch? It’s going to drive them crazy.”
“If you say so,” he replies as I take him backstage. Ezra helped me plan everything. It’s a Tuesday morning, and the club is closed, just for our use.
“Here’s your outfit.” I hand him the short leather shorts and leather harness. He scoffs but gets undressed, putting the clothes on. I let out an obnoxious whistle once he’s completely clothed. “You look fucking hot,” I say.
“What are you wearing?”
“Turn around,” I tell him, and he does. I quickly undress and hike up the black lace panties and put on the black bra that has a similar look to his harness. “Okay,” I whisper.
He turns around and beams a smile at me, his hands going right to my hips. “And how am I supposed to keep my hands to myself?”
“That’s why you’re lucky. You are the only one who gets to touch—for now.” He places gentle kisses along my collarbone and then stands again, staring at me affectionately. I longingly admire his bond mark on his neck, excitement bubbling within me. Tonight’s the night.
I take his hand in mine, and we head to the main stage. I had Gina make sure the lights were low and one of my favorite songs, “Whole Lotta Money” by BIA, blasts through the speakers. James and I are both in the cage when I hear Ian’s loud voice.
“What the fuck are we do—” He looks up at me and James on the stage and stops speaking. He thought that we were just coming to maybe watch and then go to the private room, not that James and I would be dancing for him.
“Surprise! Now sit back and watch your Omegas. Tips are appreciated,” I say, winking at him and Ezra, who has a massive grin on his face and a stack of twenties in his hands.
I tangle my fingers into James’ hair, smelling his cinnamon scent. I can’t help it when I moan in his ear. He places his thigh between my legs, and I grind against him to the music.
He grips my hair and angles my head back as he licks up the column of my throat.
“Fuck, you smell so sweet, little moon.” Ian started the pet name, and it seems to have taken off.
James spins me, so my ass is grinding against his length, which is extremely hard at the moment. Our scents are overwhelming, and I can see the desire and want in our Alphas’ eyes. Ezra shamelessly has his cock out and is stroking himself slowly while Ian stares in awe with his legs spread apart.
James’ hand glides between my breasts, collecting sweat as we move together.
I hold the nape of his neck while I let his body direct mine.
His fingers roam over my panties, not directly rubbing my clit, but enough to make me moan.
Just as soon as he touches me, he removes his hand, and I get frustrated.
I spin in his arms to see a mischievous smile written over his face.
I grab him by the harness and bring his mouth against mine.
He’s so eager to taste me, and our tongues tangle for dominance.
His thigh returns to grinding in between my legs as he pushes me against the cage walls.
I wince slightly when the cold bars hit my back but then smile as James grabs my ass to grind my pussy harder against his thigh.
A light pinch on my ass makes me squeak, and I look down into Ian’s hungry glare. He just pinched my ass.
“How much for the private room?” he asks. Oh, I like this game.
“Well, there are two of us. I’m not sure you can afford it,” I say, sliding down so I can speak to him clearly.
“I’m willing to pay anything,” he says, eyes sparkling with want.
“A pack vacation,” I reply, smiling.
“That’s a pretty steep price, little moon. I think I’m going to need some promises.”
“What’s that?”
“Your tight little ass,” he replies, giving me one of his panty dropping smiles. Ian has so many lucrative businesses because he is a brilliant negotiator. But truly, it’s me who is winning everything in this scenario.
“You have a deal,” I tell him as I stand up straight and grab James’ hand to open the cage.
“Luna, you know he already booked a vacation, right?” James whispers in my ear.
“Really?” I say excitedly.
“When have you ever asked for something and he hasn’t given it to you?”
“Fair point,” I reply. “Should I ask for something else?”