Chapter 11
Rut
Acadia
I’m slicking down my thighs. I’m moaning with every movement I make.
But I have to make my nest right. The hotel staff did their best, but it’s my nest. I throw all the blankets off the bed and onto the floor.
I put the biggest pillows on the perimeter and all the little ones inside of that.
I throw out anything that makes my skin feel like gnats are stinging it. I pull in anything cool and lovely.
“Little Momma, Oscar is back. He called Meier Protection to get some extra security while we are here. Can we come in?”
I whimper as I place the last pillow. Security. Yes. Good. Smart. Whatever.
“Yes,” I say as my voice cracks.
My two alphas come into the darkened room…naked.
I let out a sound of absolute joy. But my nest is still not right.
“I need your scents. Where are your clothes?”
Oscar hands me the items, folded from his arms. I take a moment to wrap them into my nest, making sure the scent tells the right story.
“Mi amor. This looks amazing.”
“This is a beautiful nest, Cadi,” Kol agrees. “Can I join you?”
I nod enthusiastically. I take a second to enjoy their naked arousal.
Their cocks right out of their hips, hard and beautiful, just for me.
Kol is noticeably larger in every direction.
If dick sizes and egos were consequences of each other, it would explain Kol’s massive size.
There’s a delicious vein running up the middle.
I want to run my thumb up it, or my tongue.
Or both. Staring at it makes me emit an involuntary moan. I’m panting just getting to witness it.
Oscar kindly waits his turn for me to gawk at his member.
Men are so proud of their pricks, and in the case of my alphas, they should be.
His girthy cock looks like a fucking pleasure house with its bulbous tip and curvy sides.
The perfect shape to bury in my cunt. I let the drool drip out the side of my mouth.
“Both of you. Now.”
Kol joins me, and his lips are on me before his knees hit the mattress. He grabs my face, and the kiss is rough and sexy and not enough. He picks me up and spins me around. Suddenly, I’m between the two men.
“Oscar wants you all to himself first. Can he?”
I don’t want talking! I want kissing!
Oscar’s hands touch my hips, and my body jolts. That’s what I want. I want Oscar.
He cups my breasts. I fall back into him, and he rubs his mustache up my back and my neck. While he’s busy with that, Kol finds his bond mark and gives it all the attention.
“I can feel that you’re not focused,” Oscar says before moving his hands to my hair and pulling it back from my face.
I have a lot of thoughts, and I shouldn’t have this many while I’m coming into my heat. Locke and Mads aren’t here. The omega in me is unhappy about that. And I keep thinking about my last alphas. I’m worried I wasn’t satisfied with them, so maybe…it was me who was hard to please.
Oscar’s fingers run across my scalp, and he starts to purr for me.
“Mads. Locke.” My voice is pleading and devastating.
“I also promise you all the pleasure, mi amor. Just focus on me. I want every part of you to sing for me. From your beautiful freckled nose to your painted toes. To your gorgeous, sexy breasts, to your perfect wet cunt.”
Oscar turns me and lays me on the mattress. Kol sneaks off, leaving us alone. My pack lead remains.
Pack leads are an interesting phenomenon. Do you know what determines a pack lead? Influence and aura. Whoever has the most has the highest order. Oscar is the most powerful alpha in our pack.
He could be challenged by someone of similar influence or aura, but I doubt anyone can come close to the power emanating from this man.
My back bows against the mattress.
“Please.”
“You need a cock?” he asks, and I nearly scream. His spectacular hands are all over my hot skin, and his mouth follows after. He sucks on one of my nipples and plays with the other. I rub my pussy against his thigh. I’m desperate for friction. He grunts, and I moan in response.
Oscar pushes my hip down, then puts my knees up, settling between them. He leans his whole body over top of mine and lets his weight bear me down.
“Cadi? I’ve waited for you my entire life.”
“I know,” I pant. His hard cock is pinned between us. I run my fingers over his muscled back.
“I don’t think you do.”
“Please.”
He lifts himself and grabs his dick, then runs it over my pussy lips.
“So beautiful,” he whispers. He slots the tip of his cock to my entrance, and I’m chanting, “Yes, yes, yes.”
“Look at me, Cadi.” My eyes open, and I see his beautiful face. My man. My alpha. He pushes forward, and the whole world stops spinning.
His hands land heavily on either side of my head, and then he drives all the way home. Our mouths meet, and we kiss passionately. We are all hands and tongues, and I don’t need any more patience because Oscar fucks me. He fucks me like he’s been waiting his whole damned life to fuck me.
He’s aggressive and animalistic. This is a new side of Oscar. I know him as a calm and collected alpha doctor who teases me and lovingly protects me. But this is a man possessed. He’s large. Bigger than Cornell Whitehorse.
His entire body envelopes mine. I’m so overtaken by him. His smell surrounds me and floods all my senses. It’s coffee, but it’s not the taste but the act of someone you love, brewing you a special roast he got just for you. It’s love and care and consideration.
I try to touch his face and caress him, my heart filling with love for him, but he grabs my wrists in one of his large palms and pulls my arms over my head.
He shows me his sharp alpha teeth. His aura sings out, and I am high off of it.
His aura is telling me to submit to him, but that’s all I want to do anyway.
But he wants more. His eyes glow with the desire to completely devour me.
“Tell me you’re mine. Tell me that you would open your neck for me.”
I heed his call. I expose my neck, bring it closer to his teeth.
“I’m yours. All yours.”
His hand grips my wrists tighter, which makes me moan.
Oscar’s hard cock pummels me, and I take every goddamn thrust. I want it.
I want everything he wants to give me. His primal nature and mine meet here in this nest at this moment.
This is the marriage of alpha and omega.
The fount of all our yearnings. I grapple to get even closer to him. To become one.
His grunting is a chorus to my ears.
“Cadi, you feel so good,” he murmurs like a prayer. He switches to Spanish almost like he doesn’t realize he’s suddenly using his first language, and I can only guess the platitudes he’s speaking.
I’ve never come before with just penetration, so color me surprised when I feel that familiar tunneling and racing and speeding up of everything.
“I’m close. I’m close.”
Oscar doesn’t change his pacing; he just adds more depth and friction everywhere. Steady, sure, hard, and rough. Yes, please. I want this. I want it all. Now. He’s so fucking sexy. His pupils are blown. He’s completely undone. I can’t believe I get to be the first to make him feel this good.
We come together. At the same time.
It manifests as waves crashing onto the shore.
He kisses my cheeks and neck with sweet little kisses and smiles.
And then, as his knot engorges, he pushes inside me, locking in place.
Omegas need to be knotted. It’s not an option.
It is sex at its base form for omegas. Getting knotted now is like a promise of getting knotted as many times over and over again for the rest of my life.
It’s the final promise in this ceremony we are having. He’s promising me fulfillment.
He’s giving me everything.
“How do you feel?” he asks and pushes my hair out of my face.
“Incredible,” I pant. A wave of sleepiness passes over me. “I think I’m going to…”
And with that, I slip into a lovely, dreamless sleep.