Chapter 41
Forty-One
KAI
I notice something is off as soon as I walk through the door. Daria’s usual lavender scent is strong, more potent, and it hits me right in the chest. I breathe in, long and deep, letting that richness sink into my blood.
Mine.
I drop my keys, kick off my shoes, strip off my jacket, and loosen my tie. Where is she?
My phone buzzes, and I grab it, scanning the top of the stairs for any sign of her before I look at the device.
Linc
Vic & I are picking up Thai food.
Change of plans. Daria is going into heat.
Linc
Fuck. We’re 30 minutes away.
I don’t think she’s at the peak. Get home. Call Terrance and let him know we’ll be out of office for a few weeks, and he’s in charge.
I slip my phone back into my pocket. Time to find my mate. “Daria?” I call, following her scent into the kitchen.
The fridge is beeping in protest, the door left hanging open. I close it and take in the mess in the pantry. If I didn’t know better, I might believe it had been ransacked. I leave the mess for another day. The trail of her scent leads me down the hall and into her nest.
I can’t see her, but I can hear her munching.
“Hey, baby,” I say, squatting so I can peer through the opening.
Daria’s pupils are blown wide, and her eyes snap to meet mine, almost like she didn’t hear me greet her. She’s wielding a pretzel like a sword and snarling at me.
A smile tugs at my lips. A smart alpha knows better than to mess with an omega during this phase. She’ll likely stab me in the eye before letting me touch her, her instincts telling her the most important thing right now is to eat enough food to sustain her through her heat. I let my gaze drift over the empty wrappers and snacks she still has left to eat. It’s an impressive load, but there’s no water.
Tsking, I go grab a bottle and return to the end of the bed, crouching and handing it to her.
She growls at me like a feral cat, and I chuckle.
“Come on, baby. You have to drink something.” Especially now. It’ll only get harder to talk sense into her. Worst-case scenario, we pour little sips into her mouth right before she falls asleep between rounds of fucking.
Squinting at me like I’m enemy number one, she snatches the water bottle and side-eyes me while she uncaps it and drinks half of it in one go.
“That’s my girl,” I tell Daria, placing my palms on the bed and moving to climb in.
Her warning growl is back, but I’m careful not to touch her or her snacks as I find a place on the mattress. “You’re wearing my shirt,” I muse, tipping my head when I spot two more collars. “You’re wearing all of our shirts.”
“Scents.”
“Mmm. Do you need them?”
She casts a glance over her shoulder and nods before shoving three pretzels into her mouth.
Her curls are damp, and the dried pieces are frizzier than normal. She probably didn’t even think about applying her products. While she’s busy eating, I pull out my phone and order a hair mask and a new vial of the oil she likes to use. “Vic and Linc are on their way home.”
She pauses eating long enough to hum, then resumes her snacking. By the time the guys arrive, she’s traded the pretzels for little chocolates.
“Heya, bunny.” Linc reaches out to run his palm over her cheek, but she recoils.
“No touching,” she grouses, mouth full of chocolate.
“Fair enough,” he says with a laugh.
“Can’t blame her,” I tell him. “Soon enough, she’ll be overloaded with touching and kissing and?—”
“Rutting,” Linc finishes, quickly kicking off his shoes and scooting onto the bed, avoiding Daria’s safe space.
That just leaves Vic. He lingers outside, gaze flicking over me and Linc before resting on our mate. She stares back at him, sucking on a new piece of chocolate, maybe oblivious to what’s making him hesitate.
“She needs you,” I tell him.
Daria shakes her head. “Want.”
And that one word changes everything. A slow smirk breaks across his face, and the traces of doubt bleed away. “You have me, little doe.”
He climbs onto the bed, dropping down between me and Linc at the head of the bed. Daria turns so she’s facing us, sitting closer to the end with her legs crisscross. She unwraps another piece of chocolate. “Mine,” she says, looking at each of us before putting the candy in her mouth.
“Us or the chocolate?” Lincoln teases.
I chuckle. “Probably both.”
“Don’t make her mad,” Vic warns.
And we both listen, falling silent and watching our omega watch us, waiting for her to need us. To demand everything we have to give.
Good thing I ate a good lunch.
A hand on my cock wakes me. Daria is completely naked and on top of me. Her scent is a musky lavender mist in the air, needy and filled with desire. She undid my pants so she could reach my length. Running her silky palm up and down my length, she holds my gaze, lining the head of my dick with her center.
“Knot,” she rasps and sinks onto my length with a deep, husky moan. Her slick-coated walls allow her to easily take me all the way in, her wet pussy slipping against my skin as she grinds with me sheathed inside of her.
“Fuuuuuuuck,” I growl, grabbing her hips and thrusting up into her hard enough her tits bounce.
Love that.
I do it again, marveling at the way her body responds to mine. I knew she’d be amazing. I knew this moment would mean something, but I didn’t realize it would change my life.
Nothing will ever feel as good as it feels to be inside my omega, her cunt clenching tightly around me as I thrust into her.
“Fuck,” I snarl as her slick drips down my length. She’s so wet. So fucking ready. So empty. Mine, mine, mine .
Something primal grips me, and I dig my fingers into her ass, thrusting up quick and fast, forcing air from her lungs with every pump until she’s trembling and begging and whimpering for my cum.
“Play with her clit,” Vic demands around a yawn, rising to his knees and positioning himself between my legs, molding his front to her back and gripping her throat, kissing the side of her neck.
My thumb finds that hard nub, and I caress it, slowing my pace as she starts to ride me faster and faster, chasing her own release. “That’s my omega,” I purr.
“You want his knot?” Vic asks, pinching and tugging on one of her nipples. “You want him to fill you up?”
“Knot,” Daria agrees.
From the edge of my vision, I see Lincoln rising and coming closer, but my eyes are set on Daria, whose mouth parts as the base of my cock slowly starts to expand. She tries to take me deeper, and I thrust up to meet her demands, moaning as her walls clamp and flutter against my thickening length. Her slick is all over my skin, and I inhale, purring in approval as she bounces on my knot.
Lincoln’s mouth closes around her free breast right as she comes all over my dick, and I grunt hard, thrusting one final time, impaling her so deeply, until we’re locked together, and the first spray of my cum coats her walls.
“Yes, yes, yes,” she cries.
It’s a beautiful thing to watch my omega shatter to pieces as I fill her with my seed. Vic is murmuring into her ear, feeding her praises and flexing his hand around her throat as I pump my hips as much as I can, a steady thrusting in time with her pulsing cunt. As she milks me for everything I have, I grip her, making her take more of my knot and cum until she screams and goes slack in Vic’s arms, fingers buried in Lincoln’s hair as he worships her tits.
“Thank you,” she whispers, eyes fluttering closed as she breathes us in. “Thank you.”
If only she knew that we should be the ones thanking her.