8. Mack
Chapter 8
Mack
Her soft hands wrap around my neck as I bring her lips against mine.
Instincts I didn’t know I had are fueling me. It scares the shit out of me. I’ve never felt the call to care for an Omega before. It’s why I was so disinterested with how badly Jonah wanted us to date. They shouldn’t have let me in their pack with our age difference, but they insisted. Well, Cole insisted.
His guilt manifested in the form of making sure I was taken care of, and Jonah has become my best friend too. It’s obvious that we’ve been struggling all living separate, somewhat lonely lives. Well, at least I know I’ve been endlessly lonely, but that’s not unusual for me.
Yet, this Omega’s sweet lemony scent is making me question everything.
Why didn’t I want this? What was I so scared of?
I was honest with her. I can’t promise anything outside of these walls. We have to get through her heat, but maybe I’m lying to myself. Because the way she’s kissing me makes me feel wanted in a way I’ve never experienced.
My fans want me, people find me attractive. But most of the time, they see what I want them to see. It’s easier to play the role people want instead of my true self.
Jonah and Cole know who I am, but could I grant someone else access to me—the real me? Could I let an Omega own the biggest piece of me?
Shiloh whimpers, readjusting herself to where she’s straddling me, her kisses getting more frantic as I grab her hips, holding her tight against my body.
This is so much, so fast, but there’s no other option. She needs relief; she needs this pain and ache to go away. It’s all in the wrong order, but we’re what she needs and I have to push all these uncomfortable feelings to the back of my mind.
I’m in the now. And at this moment I’m going to let myself enjoy this. I’m going to take care of her, and I’m not going to worry about the fallout that’s bound to happen.
Her tongue tangles with mine, her hands moving from my nape to explore my chest as she grabs my T-shirt at the hem and tugs. I take my hand off her for a moment to grab the back of my shirt and tug it off. Shiloh pulls away to take in my body.
“We should go to the nest,” I tell her.
She doesn’t listen, just drags her nails down from my collarbone to my navel. I’m so fucking hard I think my knot might swell before it gets inside of her. She does it again, raking her nails across my flesh, and the back of my head hits the glass of the shower with a thunk.
“Fuck. If you want a knot you should probably take my cock out right now, baby.”
She pauses her hands on my chest, a soft noise leaving her as she stands up. She’s ungodly fast as she rips her shirt over her head and tugs down her yoga pants.
Shiloh stands before me confidently in her underwear, the crying Omega I walked in on is long gone. All that’s left is a sweet Omega in heat that needs me.
“Do you need help with these?” I ask with a smirk, grabbing the hem of her panties and tugging her closer to me.
The wet spot on the seam is obscene, and like any rational Alpha, I find my nose pressed against her cotton-covered center. My mouth waters as I suck the material in my mouth, tasting nothing but sweet, sticky lemon.
I slide my hands up her panties, gripping the full flesh of her ass. I feel like an Alpha possessed as I suck her clit through her panties.
Her nails scratch my scalp before she holds the back of my head to her pussy, taking what she wants.
Fuck.
She makes sweet little noises as I rub the soft flesh of her ass and swallow down the slick gathered on her panties.
I grab the material, and pull away for a moment so she’s bare all except for her bra.
Her pheromones are slowly shrinking my brain cells down to one singular need—her.
I pull her back toward my mouth, licking the slick dripping down her thigh until I reach her sweet little cunt. She goes back to holding my head as her thighs shake. My grip on her ass is tight, making sure she doesn’t fall as I hold her to my mouth, drinking her down.
The bathroom door swings open, and I growl against her pussy as I stop for a moment and look over at my wide-eyed brother.
“Oh, okay,” he says. “We’ll just wait out here,” Cole says, shutting the door.
I expect to go back to devouring her pussy, but it seems like Shiloh is done with that as she lowers herself to straddle me. Her fingers grab the waist of my pants and she makes an irritated noise and I have to swallow a laugh.
I take mercy on her by unbuttoning my pants and freeing my cock. Apparently that’s not enough as she directs me to take them all the way off, which I do. My bare ass planted on the cold tile as she slides her slippery cunt over my length.
“Stop playing with it and slide that sweet pussy over my knot,” I tell her.
Shiloh whimpers at my words, but complies immediately, rising to her knees and fisting my cock before slinking down on my length.
I hold her at the base of her neck and a hand firmly gripped on her ass I seem to like so much.
“Bra off,” I command, my Alpha bark nearly coming out.
I’ve never fucking used it. What the hell is she doing to me?
She goes to fumble with her bra and can’t get it off. Instead, she rolls her eyes, leaving the bra on and instead pushes her breasts out of the cups of their lacey confinement.
Her nipples are a dusky pink and I have no control as I fit one into my hand and rub the peak with my thumb.
Shiloh lets out a moan of pleasure as her nails on my shoulders dig into my skin. I welcome the feeling wholly and wonder how I didn’t know this about myself before.
I grab her chin, bringing her lips to mine as I whisper the truth no one else knows. “I’ve never knotted anyone,” I tell her, doubting she can even hear the words.
But with the way her pussy grips my length, there’s no doubt that she absorbed my confession as she kisses me fiercely while bouncing on my cock.
Shiloh kisses me everywhere, and I remind myself that we’re both out of our mind right now, it doesn’t really mean anything, we’re still complete strangers.
She wraps her arms around my neck, her body completely pressed against mine as she slides all the way down, taking my nearly full-sized knot.
Her clit rubs against my pelvis as she grinds down on all of me, my breathing labored as I take in this feeling I’ve denied myself. It feels unreal, and I know sex is ruined forever now, not if I can’t have this.
I bend my legs, getting more leverage as I rut her from below, fucking her hard, and she takes each thrust with a moan or whimper. The sounds slipping out of her plush mouth are music to my ears.
I’m the one making her make those noises. I’m the one knotting her, giving her what she needs. I’m capable in a way I thought I never would be and as much as it scares the shit out of me, all I can do is enjoy the smell and sounds being amplified in the bathroom right now.
Her scent is the most consuming in the room, but mine is intermingled. Citrus and peppermint combine together effortlessly, just like our bodies.
Shiloh’s face is pressed into my neck as our skin slaps together, each thrust wet with her arousal, and I know I’m close.
“That’s it, baby. Take my knot. Fuck, such a good Omega,” I tell her, it all spills out of me like it’s instinct, and she loves it as her walls clench around me.
It sends me fully over the edge, my knot swelling as my thrusts shallow out and the back of my head hits the glass hard as I fall apart, filling her up completely.
Her nails dig into my skin as she follows me over the edge, her pussy gripping me tightly.
We’re both panting, a sticky mess between us where we’re connected. She rests her head gently on my shoulder, tucking her arms in between our bodies. I hold her close to my chest, wondering how long we’ll be on the floor of this bathroom together.
She’s sweet as she nuzzles next to me, no longer the Omega who was dragging her nails down my skin or holding my head where she wanted me. I like the juxtaposition of sweet and sassy.
I try to remember everything I learned in school about Omega care, and rub my cheek against the top of her head, scent marking her, while I rub her back soothingly.
“Is that good?” I ask, knowing she very well may not answer me.
“Yes,” she rasps out and I smile, squeezing her close to me.
She shivers and I get it, my ass is just as cold.
“Jonah!” I shout his name, and almost immediately the door is swinging open.
He looks at us for a long moment. I can see the jealousy in his eyes. This is everything Jonah has wanted, while me and Cole have been fine with the way life is. I hate to admit that the asshole might not have been too far off with what the pack needs, but I’m not going to admit it just yet.
Right now, it’s all about getting Shiloh through her heat and then figuring shit out.
“Can you get us some blankets? She’s cold,” I say, knowing if I tell him I’m cold, he won’t give a shit.
“Of course,” he says, sending a longing look to Shiloh, though she doesn’t see it with the way she’s pressed against my chest.
He or Cole should have been the one in here comforting her. But I had a feeling I was the reason she was upset and I wanted to make things right. She was already losing lucidity and I needed her to know there was no resentment on my end.
“I can’t imagine how scary this is for you. It’s scary for me too,” I tell her, placing a kiss against her head without thinking. “We’re going to be good to you, I promise.”
She rubs her cheek against my chest as Jonah comes back into the bathroom with a ridiculous amount of blankets and starts placing them over Shiloh, acting like I’m invisible.
“Let me know if you need anything else, Shiloh,” he says, with one last longing look before leaving the bathroom.
“Jealous fucker,” I whisper under my breath and then I yelp as Shiloh pinches my nipple. I glance down at her in shock, and she just gives me a smile before resting her head back on my chest.
As I hold her on the bathroom floor, I wonder if it would be the worst thing if I let a woman—an Omega—in. Could Shiloh be the thing that not only fixes, but makes our pack whole?
I shake away the thought.
I haven’t hoped for something in a long time and I’m not going to start now.