31. Shiloh
Chapter 31
Shiloh
Mack washes me, methodically, not rushing me at all. Even if my skin is getting a little red from scrubbing.
I need the blackberry lime scent to disappear completely. Logically, I know it’s gone, and I’m probably imagining things that aren’t there, but I need it gone.
I want honeysuckle, orange, and peppermint wrapped around me so tightly that the only thing I can think about is my true pack.
The package felt like a threat and invaded a space I was making for myself. It makes me hate Danny even more. In hindsight, I thought he was the least of the worst, but now I see him for who he really is. At least Nicky let his disdain be known, along with Ryan’s indifference. But Danny? He was willfully complicit in their emotional abuse. He even took part.
Not an ounce of me wants him to join this pack or even speak to me again. The very thought of him now disgusts me. I’m not even sure I’ll be able to eat blackberries again. He’s ruined the fruit completely.
“He won’t hurt you. We’ll get your nest back to perfect,” Mack promises and I take a deep breath, wrapping my arms around his waist.
He holds me tightly, and I smile against his chest. For a guy who’s never had a girlfriend, let alone an Omega, he’s done an amazing job.
“Maybe we can play Sims later?” I suggest, and he laughs.
“Feeling the need to torture some alphas virtually?”
“Maybe.” I sigh. “But I need you first.”
Mack turns off the water, handing me a towel, before grabbing one himself. I take a deep inhale and realize the obtrusive scent is completely gone.
It’s just me and my Alpha.
I’m safe.
Mack dries off his hair with the towel before wrapping it around his waist, and I do the same. I stare down at the boot, not wanting to put it on, but knowing what’s about to happen, it would be a stupid move to leave it off.
“You’re definitely putting this back on,” he says, directing me to sit on the toilet seat, which I do.
Mack makes sure my ankle is completely dry before putting it back on.
“Not much longer.”
I run my hands through his damp hair as he looks up at me.
“You’re a good Alpha, Mack,” I tell him, and his neck flushes.
He kisses up my leg, grabbing my hips as he kisses up my exposed flesh before reaching my ear.
“You make it easy,” he whispers before his lips come crashing down on mine.
It flips a switch of desire and want that I can’t turn off. His peppermint scent wraps around me like a caress and my mind is back at the task at hand. I want my Alphas so bad; I need them to show me in a physical form that I’m theirs and that they’re mine.
I want to forget about the box, and live completely in a blissful moment of being worshiped.
Mack helps me stand, and it’s clumsy and fun as he kisses me and his hand slides under the towel cupping my pussy.
“I love how wet you get for me,” he says against my lips, making me moan with need.
His tongue dominates mine as we kiss. He nips and licks my lips as he backs me out of the bathroom, his fingers teasing my clit.
“Don’t be greedy,” Cole complains, which has me smiling against Mack’s mouth.
“Are you feeling left out?” I ask him with a pout as Mack kisses my throat and grips my waist with possessive hands.
I glance down at where Cole is stroking himself.
“Very left out,” he says, and I roll my eyes playfully as I drag Mack over toward the bed.
“I wouldn’t want that.”
“No, you can’t show favoritism,” Cole complains.
“You’re all my favorite.”
“Remind me,” he says, and I bite my lip and crawl between his legs, licking a stripe from his knot over to the weeping tip.
I glance up at him from under my lashes and smile. “Do you feel like my favorite now?” I ask, licking the tip of his dick as Mack grips my hips from behind. His cock presses against my ass as I rest on my elbows, playing with Cole’s hard length.
“Yeah, I feel pretty fuckin’ special,” Cole says, and before I can even laugh, Mack’s grip on my ass tightens as he presses himself deep inside of me.
I moan, falling over slightly, resting my face on Cole’s thigh as Mack’s knot presses against my entrance.
His massive hand glides down my spine, massaging my neck as his slow languid thrusts have me panting for more. Cole’s hand cups my chin as he fists his dick, pressing the head against my lips. God, he looks so fucking good, his chest covered in the right dusting of hair, his chorded muscles straining as he grips himself.
“Get it nice and wet, sweetheart,” he says, and I do just that.
There’s no finesse in how I lick and suck him down, it’s all I can do while Mack fucks me from behind. He isn’t fucking me hard or fast, which has me teetering on the edge, and I have the wild idea to beg for my release, which I promptly shut down.
I don’t have to beg when it comes to this pack. They always give me what I need.
I gag on Cole’s length, which has him grunting in pleasure and pulling himself out between my lips.
“You still want to feel full, Shy?”
“Please,” I reply, and he grins.
I whine when Mack slides out of me, but knowing more pleasure is in my future, I promptly shut my needy Omega mouth. Cole situates me on his lap, gliding his cock between my pussy lips, covering him in slick before he presses inside of me.
He captures my lips with his as he bends his legs and ruts me from below.
Cold fluid slides down my crack as Mack’s fingers rim my back entrance.
“Let me know if it’s too much,” Mack says with a kiss to my shoulder.
Cole slows down beneath me as Mack’s fingers start exploring me from behind. I need them both so fucking bad, I can’t take it anymore.
So much for not begging.
“Please, Mack,” I complain, and as soon as the words slip out of me, there’s more pressure.
His hands are spreading my ass wide, exposing all of me and I can’t deny I relish in the sensation. I enjoy feeling exposed like this, knowing they like it, that he’s into it.
Slowly, he presses himself inside of me and I pant against Cole’s chest. There are hands gripping me everywhere, and I feel consumed.
He presses deeper, and the stretch has me moaning and shifting my hips, begging for more. Their scents and touch comfort me, all the negative feelings washing away as I let my body take over and let myself bask in this feeling.
The only thing missing is a large viking Alpha with an addictive orange scent, but I feel so full, so cherished, so desired right now.
Mack picks up his pace behind me and I can’t stop myself as I bite Cole’s chest. It won’t do anything, but the sight of my teeth marks on him is as erotic as it gets. He feels the same way as he thrusts into me, hitting that right spot as fullness overcomes me.
My nails dig into Cole’s shoulders as Mack fucks me hard and I fall over the edge. My pussy clenching around Cole as our flesh slaps together with the sticky sloshing of slick. My face feels numb as I’m overcome with my release. I’m so sensitive, but I’m still a greedy Omega; I want another orgasm.
“Fuck, baby. I’m gonna come,” Mack says from behind me, his hips slapping against my ass as he takes what he wants.
I can feel his hand hitting my back entrance as he fists his knot, not pressing it inside of me.
“Fuck,” he hisses out, his length leaving me as warm release covers my cheeks.
Cole doesn’t stop moving beneath me, his thrusts even. I expect Mack to get up, maybe to get a washcloth, but he surprises me.
His hand glides his sticky release all over my ass.
It’s a claim, a reminder of who I’m with now, and I eat it the fuck up. Mack swats at my ass once before kissing my shoulder and climbing off the bed.
“Can you take my knot?” Cole asks.
“What kind of stupid question is that?”
He laughs, thrusting hard into my cunt, making me cry out, but he doesn’t escalate as Mack comes back with a washcloth, wiping off his cum before kissing my left cheek and moving to grab my chin.
“I’m going to take care of everything. Be good,” he says jokingly, placing a kiss on my forehead before leaving the bedroom.
As soon as the door shuts, Cole’s on me like a man possessed, gripping my hips as I sit up to ride him better. His fingers press between us, spreading my pussy lips.
“Let me see you take it,” he says, his eyes locked in where we’re connected and I do as he asks, slowly slinking down on his knot.
His expression is full of lust and awe as he fills me with his knot. I collapse down on his chest, craving the way my clit rubs against his pelvis as he ruts me from below.
It feels like every nerve ending is on fire as he stretches me, his knot swelling bigger inside of me, yet it doesn’t feel like enough. Like no amount of skin touching will ever truly scratch the itch of how much I need this Alpha.
He cradles the back of my head, soft breaths fanning against the side of my face as he fucks me from below. At the same time we shatter apart, the ecstasy too much to stay quiet as we reach our release.
My hearing feels hazy and my head dizzy as I realize I must have stopped breathing at some point.
I take a deep breath as I press all my weight on Cole, his arms tightly bracketed around me as we lie there, connected to one another.
“I love you,” he whispers against my hair.
I pull back to look at his green eyes I love so much, and I frame his face with my hands.
“I love you, too,” I say back, kissing him softly.
“How much longer till the nest is done?” he asks and I smile.
“Once it’s cleaned up and we have a meal plan in place, I think I’m ready,” I admit. Even though I want to bond him right here and now, I just want one thing in my life to be perfect.
Bonding should be the most profound moment of my life, and the guys seem to respect that.
“Jonah’s going to get security for the house. We’ll keep you safe,” he promises.
“I know you will.”
He doesn’t say anything else, he just holds me and I bask in his warmth and the rhythm of his heartbeat.
I was taking making my nest perfect very seriously, but as a tingle zips up my spine, I know I need to either accept that it’s as close to perfect as it’s going to get, or hurry up and finish. Because something tells me my heat isn’t that far off.
I refuse to be unbonded for another heat ever again.
I can do this. Maybe once we bond, I’ll feel truly safe and I won’t have to constantly remind myself that I’m not in danger.