Chapter Seventeen PITT #2
I rub my skull all the way up to the suite, too tired to put my jumbled thoughts into any kind of order.
Ark is going to have to sort Bluff out tomorrow, because right now, I need my bed.
Lucky for me, it’s occupied by a pair of sleeping omegas who look like they’re brushed in silver from the moonlight coming through the window.
They’re wrapped tightly around each other, the scent of slick and come heavy in the air.
As I let it settle in my lungs, I quickly strip off my cut and tee.
I’m draping them over a chair when I hear a muffled sound from the bed.
Abbie is sitting up, the sheet pooled around her waist as she blinks sleepily at me.
I drink her in, my gaze lingering on the rosy tips of her breasts.
She’s put the dog tags on the nightstand so that the only thing clinging to her skin is her long, rumpled hair.
She usually wears it up, but I’ve had a dozen different dirty dreams about wrapping that silky mass around various parts of my anatomy.
“Hey, beautiful,” I murmur, kicking my boots off and shucking out of my jeans. “Sorry I woke you.”
“Was I asleep?” She pulls a face as she reaches for me, drawing me into the bed beside her.
Her hands are warmer than usual, and there’s a pink flush across her chest, but she shivers as she wraps herself around me.
She usually only clings to Wings, and while I’m definitely not complaining, I cock a brow in his direction. “Did you tire him out?”
“Yes.” There’s a forlorn edge to her voice and her scent thickens, the sweetness of peaches taking on a darker tone. “Did you see Bluff? Is he okay? Is Ark going to let him out?”
“He’s fine.” I pluck a strand of hair off her hot cheek, tucking it behind her ear.
“As to the rest, I think that depends on their conversation in the morning.” Her face falls and I can’t resist brushing my thumb over her lips.
Fuck, I’m so gone on this girl. “The good news is they both want what’s best for you. ”
“What’s best for me is having my mate in my bed,” she mutters, her hands sliding down my chest and plucking at my ink with her nails.
She moves fast, her warm body pressed to mine as she follows her fingers with her mouth.
My dick is already hard, but as she starts dropping hungry, open-mouthed kisses on my stomach, I wrap a hand in her hair and groan.
Damn, this has to be the best feeling in the world.
But to my delight, it just gets better, especially when she swings a leg over my hips and grinds down on my lap.
My eyes roll back in my head, and as she leans down to lick at my mouth, it goes a long way to soothing my hurt feelings.
“You taste so good, beautiful.”
“I need you,” she says, circling her hips. She’s so wet, she’s soaking my boxers, and my mouth waters at the tantalizing scent of omega slick in the air.
“Anything you need, sweetheart,” I tell her, sitting up in a half crunch to steal another kiss.
She’s almost messy in her hunger, pushing her tongue into my mouth and licking at every crevice.
My head spins at the onslaught and I wrap my hands around her waist, lost in the heat and softness of her skin.
Abbie is everything I’ve always wanted but never thought I’d deserve, and I groan as she rocks over my lap. “You’re so perfect, butterfly.”
“I need you, Pitt,” she murmurs, her eyes blown wide as she arches her back.
It pushes her tits out, and I palm them greedily.
I consider waking Wings up so he can torture them a little while I take care of her clit, but she distracts me by reaching between us and gripping my throbbing shaft.
“I want you to knot me and claim me, Alpha.”
I pause, a note of concern sounding in the back of my slick-soaked brain.
We’ve gotten a lot closer lately, but I thought I was still a long way from convincing Abbie to take my bite.
I don’t have scent hormones on my side, and she’s still understandably wary about alphas associated with the club.
I don’t doubt that she’s attracted to me, and in the heat of the moment, I’m probably a good stand-in for her mate, but…
In the heat of the moment…
“Damn.”
I must look kinda wrecked, because she peers at me through glazed eyes. “What is it?”
“I think you’re in heat, sweetheart.”
“What…?”
“You’re burning up, Abbie. And your scent is even sweeter than usual.”
I don’t add that she’s not thinking straight, because I’m still holding onto her comment about wanting me to knot and claim her, even though I’m fairly certain it’s just her hormones talking.
“But it’s too soon…”
And yet, here we are.
I drop a kiss on her slack lips and reach over to shake Wings awake. He snaps upright in a second, always in tune to his butterfly’s needs. “Hey, brother,” I say softly. “I think Abbie is going into heat.”
The weariness evaporates from his face like it was never there, his attention shifting quickly to Abbie. She’s still straddling my hips, and his eyes widen as he takes in my slick-coated boxers. “Wow. How do you feel, sweetheart?”
“Hot,” she says a little grumpily, then adds with a pointed look at my lap, “and horny, obviously. But my heat isn’t due for another few weeks.”
“Well, it looks like your scent match reset the clock.” He gives her a soft smile as she finally crawls off my lap and into his arms. “Damn, you smell really good, babe. I can’t wait to taste you, suppressant free.”
She makes a pleased sound, then glances at me almost defensively. “I always use some, just to take the edge off.”
It makes sense, since Wings was her only partner for her recent heats, and as a latent alpha, he wouldn’t have been able to knot her through her neediest moments.
“Will you be okay for a while?” I ask, scooting to the edge of the bed, even though every instinct is telling me to stay and press her back into the sheets.
I force myself to my feet, reaching for my jeans.
I think about changing my boxers, but shrug.
Without a shower and a scrubbing brush, there’s no way I’m hiding her scent on my skin. “I need to let Ark know.”
“Why?” There’s a vulnerable edge to her voice that only grows more brittle as she says, “He won't want to tend me.”
I blink at her, wondering how much of this is the haze of heat and how much is her suppressed feelings for Ark bubbling to the surface. “I’m sure he would if you asked,” I say carefully, “but he needs to know for security reasons, sweetheart. We have protocols to follow.”
“Oh, right.” A darker flush stains her cheeks and she plucks at the bedsheet. “What about Bluff? Can he come see me?”
The alpha in me is already twitching at the thought, but I shake the flash of jealousy off. I’ve seen packs torn apart by assholes who couldn’t put their pride aside when it came to their omega’s needs, and I always vowed I’d never be one of them.
“I’ll do my best,” I promise her, pausing to lean down and kiss her lips. “I won’t be long, butterfly.”
“Hurry back,” she says, catching my hand.
Her fingers are still overly warm, but it feels pretty great to be holding even this small part of her. I let myself linger for a moment, then shoot Wings a loaded look. “Take care of her, brother.”
“It will definitely be my pleasure.”
I roll my eyes at the little shit, but I have to switch gears as I leave the room and find Tricks in the hall. She has a glass of water in her hands, but her eyes blow wide as she sniffs me. “Wow. Please tell me that’s not my brother you’re wearing.”
“It’s Abbie,” I reply, and she quickly loses her smirk. “I need to tell Ark. Can you get her some things from The Nesting Corner?”
She nods, balling up a fist to bounce it gently off my chest. “I knew I liked you for a reason, Pitt. Leave it with me.”
Feeling like I’ve got the omega seal of approval, I hurry down to Ark’s room at the end of the corridor.
An unanswered tap tells me he’s not there, and I wonder if it’s a blessing as I head back down to his office.
Is it better to sack out on your couch than be a few doors down when the love of your life goes into heat?
It’s a question I hope I personally never have to answer as I enter Ark’s office and take in his drawn, gray face.
“Is she in heat?” he asks quietly, looking up from the stack of papers on his desk.
I stop short. “You can’t seriously smell her from down here.”
“I guessed it might happen.” He leans back in his chair, the leather groaning under his weight. “Scent matching is a strong trigger, according to Patch.”
“Ah.” I shuffle my feet, amazed he hasn’t been camped out by our bedroom door. Discipline is one thing, but an omega’s heat is damn near irresistible to an alpha, especially when they already feel like your own. “I think you've got some hard decisions to make, boss. She’s already asking for him.”
His gaze holds mine for a moment before he pushes himself to his feet. “Right. We better go get him, then.”
I release an anxious breath, but as he rounds the desk, I look at him curiously. “Are you on blockers?”
“It’s protocol,” he says shortly. “We’ll clear the floor out tomorrow, but for tonight, I want every unattached alpha fully dosed up.”
“Okay…” I grimace, because there’s awkward and then there’s watching your president bleed out in front of you. “She mentioned you, too, boss. Said she didn't think you’d want to tend to her, but I said you’d do it if asked.”
He shoots me a dark look as he heads to the door. “Don’t push it, Pitt.”
“I’m just saying…”
He stops abruptly, one foot in the hall. “Take care of her for me. I’ll go deal with Bluff.”
Not a wall I want to be a fly on, but I still hesitate. “Ark, you should talk to her.”
“The way she smells on you, she’s past consenting now.” He claps my shoulder, a hint of dominance in his voice. “Don’t let her go untended, Pitt.”
I nod, but he’s already turning away and a part of me wants to chase him down and kick his stubborn ass. But I know how important consent is to him, especially after all the shit Booker pulled. I guess I’ll just have to do my best and hope they can talk it out, once her heat is done.
The scent of needy omega is stronger as I make it back to our floor. It licks over my skin, pulling every muscle tight and making my blood pound in my veins. I’m already stripping off my clothes as I open the door, and my heart thumps heavily in my chest as I take in the scene in our bed.
My omegas are on their knees, Wings’ chest plastered against Abbie’s back, her hair cascading around them in caramel waves.
She’s rocking back against him, her thighs spread to their limit as he pushes up inside her with soft, hungry grunts.
They’re both gleaming with sweat, his inked fingers plucking at her nipples as her belly quivers with the force of each thrust.
“Beautiful omegas,” I purr, only realizing after the fact that I’ve slipped into my mother tongue. Neither of them seems to mind, their faces soft with pleasure as they turn my way. “You were made for each other.”
Wings answers with a groan that makes my dick throb with envy, but Abbie is staring at me with the attention of a starving animal.
I approach the bed cautiously, stripped of everything but my boxer briefs.
Her gaze licks over me, her scent blooming with arousal as she takes in the hard ridge of my erection, the tip close to bursting out of my waistband.
When she licks her lips, I have to clear my throat to remember how my voice box works. “Bluff is coming, sweetheart.”
“He is?”
I pause as her face lights up, that icy pinch of fear plucking at my spine again. “You sure you want me here, Abbie? We haven’t really talked about this…”
“I want you,” she says quickly, her back arching as Wings hits some sweet spot deep inside her. She blinks rapidly, her gaze clinging to mine. “Bluff doesn’t change how I feel about you, Pitt.”
It’s exactly what I need to hear, and I smile as I press a knee to the bed, only a foot from her glistening chest. Her nipples are red and swollen from Wings’ fingers, and I reach out slowly, circling a taut peak. “Tell me how it feels, butterfly. Is Wings giving you what you need?”
“Always,” she moans, gripping the arm that’s now wrapped around her waist. I watch Wings’ forearm muscles flex, Abbie’s thighs clenching with each slow, deep thrust. He’s adjusted his stance a little, pushing up hard enough to make her mouth drop open.
It’s also stretching her pretty pussy to its limit, and I can’t resist finding her clit with my thumb, rubbing circles on the throbbing nub.
Her pupils blow wide, her lower lip trembling as she grabs my wrist, grinding down on my hand. “I’m going to come, Alpha.”
“Come for us, beautiful.”
Watching her fall apart is almost better than feeling it, and I lean forward to catch her broken cry with my mouth.
Her tongue presses against mine, and I tunnel deeper, her breathless gasps swallowed by my hungry lips.
I can feel Wings still drilling into her as she falls over the edge, her slick and come rising around us in a heady mist. I lap at her slack mouth, drinking down every ounce of pleasure until she’s melting against my chest. I wrap an arm around her, my heart thudding in my ears, and catch Wings’ eye.
He’s still shuddering inside her, and I grab his nape, my thumb sweeping over my calming bite.
It’s slick from her pussy, and he turns his face quickly, wrapping his lips around the digit and sucking it clean.
“Fuck me,” I mutter, but they’re both sliding sideways, spooning through the last ripples of pleasure.
I’m about to follow them when there’s the sound of rumbling voices at the door and it opens just enough for Bluff to slip inside.
As I thought, he moves quickly for a big fucker, and I climb off the bed, putting myself right in his path.
His gaze flicks down my body, but I cross my arms, all business.
“How fucked up is your brain, really? On a scale of one is a headache and ten is lights out.”
To give him his due, he doesn’t seem to take offense at my blunt question. “Some days a five, other days a seven. But I can feel her through the bond. And I’ll scramble the rest of my brains before I ever hurt her.”
“She’d probably do it for you,” I grunt, because Abbie is no pushover, bond or no bond. But this is her mate, and she needs him more than she needs me, so I step aside. “Take it slowly, and get the fuck out of here if it starts to trigger you in any way.”
To my surprise, he grabs the chair next to the bureau and pulls it over to the side of the bed. “Thought I’d just watch for a bit. See how I can help out before rushing in.”