21. Shiloh
Chapter 21
Shiloh
It’s the best evening I could have ever asked for.
Jonah brought home the best Indian food for dinner and we all sat at the table, eating and talking about how our days went. The guys are shocked that Mack told his viewers that he has an Omega, but they both seem pleased.
All this possessiveness may inflate my little Omega ego to disproportionate sizes. But you know what, she’s never been stroked this good, and I’m just going to absorb every ounce of flattery and sweetness they give me.
Jonah clears his throat, placing his utensils and glass down on the custom made wooden dining table.
“My mother is having an Omega Fund fundraiser in New York in two weeks and would like us to attend.”
“Your mother?” I say with a choked noise.
“You’ll love her, I promise,” Jonah says with a smile.
“So we’re just throwing her right into the fucking deep end, huh?” Cole says, taking a sip of his beer.
“What does that mean?” I ask. My blood pressure is definitely rising. What if his family doesn’t like me? What if they don’t think I’m good enough?
“Jonah’s family is a lot,” Cole responds.
Jonah doesn’t refute his statement.
“They can be.” He glares at Cole. “But they’ll adore you. You have nothing to worry about.”
“What kind of fundraiser is it?” I ask, because right now I’m just trying to process the timeline of our relationship and how this is all moving so fast. Jonah and his family seem tight knit. If they don’t like me, will they decide that courting is off the table?
“They help Omegas get out of desperate situations, fund their heats at Heat Haven, make sure they have a safe place to live and stay.”
I adjust in my chair, liking that his family does so much good for Omegas.
“I probably need something to wear.” I grimace, thinking about how a cocktail dress is going to look with my foot. At least I’ll be in a boot. It will still be hideous, though.
“We can go shopping this week,” Cole says easily.
“You like shopping?”
“I like the idea of taking you shopping,” he says with a wink.
“We’re eating,” Mack says, tossing a piece of naan at his brother.
After today I feel like I understand Mack better. What I assumed was disinterest, or being standoffish, is really just him trying to figure out his place in this pack and how to navigate me being a part of it.
“Maybe after your doctor’s appointment on Wednesday?” Cole asks.
“That sounds great. So, what do I need to know about your family that everyone is so worked up over?” I ask Jonah.
“They can be invasive, but they’re kind. You have nothing to worry about, I promise,” Jonah says and Mack raises an eyebrow, but continues eating.
Maybe I’ll grill the quiet Alpha more later on about what to expect from Jonah’s family. It’s important that I make a good impression. I’ve never really had anyone’s family to impress, and from my conversation with Mack today, it’s clear that this pack and Jonah’s family are all they have.
Something deep in me wants to prove that I’m good enough for this pack and maybe part of me is also convincing myself. They’re all so kind, attentive, and just seem so damn perfect. It’s almost like they’re too good to be true and the moment I really let myself believe I could be their bonded Omega, the rug is going to get pulled from under me.
I hate that this is how I think. That I’m not sure if I’ll ever be good enough. Old habits die hard.
“You good?” Cole asks, his fingers tenderly rubbing the back of my neck. He leans in my direction, which Jonah and Mack both act like they aren’t eavesdropping, though they totally are. “They’ll love you, but even if they didn’t, it wouldn’t change anything. They’re family, but we’re a pack,” he whispers, his touch not leaving me as he pulls back.
His dark green eyes hold mine for a moment and I take a deep breath.
“Okay,” I reply, even though no matter what’s said, I’m going to panic until I meet them.
I’m getting ready for bed, and I’m contemplating asking either Jonah or Cole to stay in my room, Mack and I aren’t there just yet, as a knock taps on the door.
“Come in,” I say as I rub lotion over my arms and hands.
Jonah enters, wearing nothing besides boxer briefs, and I let myself ogle him. The man is huge in the best way. He might not be as tightly ripped as Cole or Mack, but the man’s body exudes power and strength. He’s beautiful.
“Would you like some company?” he asks.
I pull the comforter back, and he accepts the invitation easily, climbing into my bed and getting comfortable.
“You know, you made me a promise earlier.”
His lip twitches as he places a hand on my hip, his long fingers slightly digging into my flesh.
“You’re going to have to refresh my memory. It’s been a long day.”
“Oh, has it? You know what, I think I might be mistaken then. No promises were made,” I say with sarcasm.
He’s quick as he grips my sides, tickling me and I thrash for a moment, until his body is carefully placed over mine.
We decided to stop talking about my ankle, but he’s still very cautious of it as he uses his elbows to hold most of his weight. His palms are cradling my head, fingertips roaming through my hair. I feel so small, but also so protected at this moment. I want to bask in it forever.
“Of course I remember your promise. I don’t think I heard a single word at my meeting earlier. All I could think about was how my Omega made a promise to make me feel good later.”
“Is that right?”
He presses his hips against my body, the sign of his hard length obvious. The massive Alpha leans down, his lips nearly touching the shell of my ear.
“You’re all I thought about all day.”
I can’t help the goosebumps that pebble all over my flesh from those words. I’ve never been with a man who’s all in the way Jonah is. I mean, sure, even if my parents were obsessed with one another, I only saw small glimpses of how much my fathers adored my mother, but being on the receiving end is something else.
“What were you hoping for?” I ask, with what feels like a lump in my throat.
There’s still this fear of disappointing him, like one day he’ll realize I’m not worth this amount of trouble or adoration. Jonah has everything. This beautiful house, his family, money; he could have any Omega he wants, yet he’s claiming me. I’m trying to be kinder to myself, but sometimes I wonder if I deserve this pack’s attention.
“We could just lie like this and I’d be happy,” he says, kissing the spot behind my ear and going lower.
I need to take control of this before he gives me another orgasm and asks for nothing in return. So, I slide my hand between us, grabbing his length through his briefs.
Quick little flashbacks of him knotting me during my heat scroll through my mind and I lick my lips as his pretty blue eyes meet mine.
“What are you going to do with that, princess?” he asks.
My ankle does throw a wrench in some positions I have in mind, but I want this all to be about Jonah. I want to show him I appreciate him, that I’m just as into him, if not more, than he is into me.
“Briefs off, and stand at the edge of the bed,” I order him and he raises a dark blond brow at me.
He kisses my throat before listening to my orders. I watch as he slides his underwear off, his large cock springing free as he unconsciously strokes it a few times.
I’m nervous, but I want to be bold. I need Jonah to know that I’m not some timid Omega with a sappy story. I know what I want, and he’s it.
He watches me intensively as I shift my body lengthwise, so my head is right by his thighs. My blush pink nightgown still covers everything, but the way Jonah looks at me, you would think I’m completely naked and not donning a massive cast on my leg.
“Are you planning on spoiling me?” he asks.
I like the sound of that. Instead of answering, I slide my head over the edge of the bed, my hair tumbling down to the floor as blood pumps to my face. My scent mingles with Jonah’s as I stare at his fat cock. It’s veiny, hard for me, and his knot is slightly inflated at the base.
He slides his hand down my throat, and between my breasts, before grabbing the hem of my nightgown and tugging it up my body.
It’s a considerable effort, but I lift and shift myself as needed so he can remove the satin from my body completely. I feel completely exposed as I lie back down on the bed, my body wholly bare for his viewing pleasure. I grab on to his thighs and he moves forward, only slightly needing to bend his legs with the height of the bed. Parting my lips, I lick the head of his length before he slowly presses into my mouth. I close my eyes and just let my senses take over.
His hard grasp on my breast has me pressing my thighs together. It’s almost as erotic as the way our citrusy scents work perfectly together. The stretch of my lips, making room for his considerable size and how strong and large his thighs feel under my fingers make me endlessly needy for him.
“Pinch me if you need me to stop. God, this fucking throat,” he says, accentuating his words by sliding his thumb along my neck as his cock pushes deeper, making me gag.
He doesn’t stop, and I don’t want him to. I want him to take what he wants, which should be me in every willing position. I crave Jonah’s obsession, and maybe some sick part of me needs to cement the fact that all those other Omegas he brought around the pack were never going to be enough.
“Fuck, Shiloh,” he says, leaning forward, driving his dick deeper down into my throat, and cups my dripping pussy.
He doesn’t start slow or soft, he simply slides two fingers inside of me, hitting that spot he’s become the owner of. The pleasure has me moaning around him, drool pooling down the sides of my mouth as the blood in my body pulsates in my face and clit at the same time.
Jonah’s hand gently wraps around my throat and I wonder if he can feel his cock shifting deeper.
He pulls back, along with his hand on my clit as he lets me breathe. I take a few deep inhales as Jonah steps away, his upside-down face looking at me.
“Looks like we have a guest. Should we toss him out, or should I let him play with that wet pussy of yours?” Jonah asks.
I go to lift myself up, which is relatively hard after being upside down, so Jonah helps, cradling my head, only to see Cole leaning against the doorway.
“What do you say, Shy?” he asks.
It’s a no brainer, as I part my legs to the best of my ability. This fucking cast is really pissing me off.
Cole shuts the door behind him as Jonah lets my head fall. My skull braced against the side of the mattress.
I can feel Cole’s weight on the bed, and I nearly startle as his hands press against my thighs.
Cole wastes no time devouring my pussy like it’s his job. It makes giving Jonah head even messier, but he doesn’t seem to mind as he thrusts in and out of my mouth. Filth slipping between his lips as he holds and fucks my throat.
“You look so fucking pretty with my cock down your throat. Is Cole treating that pussy right?” he asks, not that he leaves my mouth to answer.
My garbled moans around him are enough of an undignified response.
Cole pushes two fingers inside of me, which has me arching my back. Their hands are roaming around my body and I can guess who is whose, but it doesn’t matter. I might be fully debauched, in a submissive position, but I couldn’t feel more revered.
Cole is hitting the right spot and I can’t help it, I’m falling apart. His tongue and fingers are moving at a pace to make me come fast, not tease, and I couldn’t be more grateful. He’s sucking on my clit while curling two fingers inside of me; it’s making it hard to do much of anything except enjoy myself. I can barely keep up with Jonah’s thrusts and I know he’s going to come soon with the way his inflated knot is hitting my nose.
Jonah pulls out of my lips, spit trailing on the side of my cheek as my orgasm hits me. I’m completely disoriented. I’m sure my face is pink as I pant and moan and squeeze my eyes shut in absolute pleasure.
Warm heat splashes against my chest and I don’t give a shit as I ride out this orgasm. It washes over me like a wave as my body slowly comes down from its high. I keep my eyes closed, catching my breath as the guys help me shift back on the bed. I feel completely lightheaded and limp with the aftermath of my release.
Cole using his forearm to wipe slick off his face doesn’t help either. Not when he’s giving me a lazy, satisfied grin. I definitely made the right choice letting him partake tonight.
“I’ll be right back,” Jonah says. I just nod, cause I need a minute, anyway.
Cole helps me re-situate on the bed, before rubbing his face along my neck and hair, scent marking me.
He’s scent marking me after sex. I’ve…I’ve never had anyone do that before. I can’t help the slight whimper that rolls off my tongue or how I feel at a loss for words. Cole doesn’t notice. He just keeps marking me with his honeysuckle scent, like this isn’t a revelation for me.
But when a warm towel is placed on my chest and I open my eyes, concerned blue ones look at me.
“Was that too much?”
Cole finally pulls back and looks at my face, worry takes over his features, and I quickly shake my head.
“No. Everything was perfect, the scent marking it just…It made me happy,” I say, glancing over at Cole. “Stay the night, both of you?”
“Of course,” Jonah says easily, cleaning what I now realize is his cum off my breasts, before cleaning between my legs.
They both take a side of the bed, with me perfectly squashed in the middle. Both of them tug on the blankets, giving each other dirty looks.
“We need a bigger pack bed,” Cole blurts.
“Yeah,” Jonah says, yanking the blanket to where Cole gives up and just sticks with a sheet.
I feel nearly whole, if only there was a place for Mack in this situation.
We’re definitely going to need a bigger bed.