Chapter 50
Chapter fifty
Rickon
I should’ve seen it coming.
Zack went into rut, I went into rut, so of course Callisto would too.
The first union with our scent-matched omega triggers our possessive desires as alphas and fulfills an addictive inner need we never knew existed.
Thank God we’re all here together this time, because Red was alone both times before.
Two deep tracks appear on Zack’s brow as he catches the changed scent. “Cal-ee?” he calls, an edge sharpening his question. He leans forward and presses his hand to the sweating alpha’s chest.
Calli snarls a warning, a bubble of spittle sticking to his lips. Yeah, he has it bad.
“It’s okay,” I tell Zack, tugging him back. “Red’s not in danger.” At least, not yet. Quite the opposite, since she’s grinning and cooing to her newest alpha, the bond sharing her delight at this latest development.
Well, she should be proud. Alphas don’t automatically go into rut because they have sex with their omega for the first time—no, that’s Red’s special talent because she’s so bloody irresistible. And maybe a little because of how isolated all her alphas have been.
A small part of me glows, thinking maybe I had a hand in tipping Callisto over the edge. I don’t even know when he last had sex, but I’m guessing it was before he met Red.
And if she’s caught Callisto, well, they say that’s the most incredible feeling in the world.
Zack simmers as he tucks me under his arm. “What happen?”
“Calli’s gone into rut.”
“Rut?”
“Yeah. It’s a bit like when an omega goes into heat, but it’s for alphas. They want more sex and don’t quite think straight.” I tap the side of my head. “Remember when you bonded Red in the back of the truck, and you refused to let her go? That’s happening to Calli right now.”
His eyes widen, and he nods. “I remember. What do we do?”
“We make sure Red is safe and keep Calli hydrated. He tends to have longer ones than me, so it could take two or three days.” In time, we might sync up with our omega’s heats, since that seems to be the biological function of ruts .
. . nature’s way of helping alphas keep up with a desperate, heat-stricken omega.
“You not worried?” Zack asks.
“No.” I smile, recalling how Calli’s previous ruts would send me spiraling, knowing he was locked away in some hotel with his current fling or a service, fucking like crazy.
Each day I’d have to talk myself down from storming their room to offer myself.
And how different our story might be if I had.
If I’d been a little bolder, perhaps both Red and I would’ve suffered less.
But he’s here now, as a member of our pack.
I snuggle into Zack’s chest and close my eyes, listening to Red’s velvet moans. Zack holds me tight, his strong heartbeat thumping under my ear and his body warmth seeping into me. I don’t mean to drift off, but sometime later I wake with a jerk as Red whimpers.
I struggle upright, shoving the thick comforter aside.
Zack must have tucked me in. My omega sprawls on her belly, clutching a pillow under her chest as Callisto pounds into her, holding her hips upright and grunting deeply.
The warm fairy lights overhead glow on our gasping omega, and Red sags, her head lolling as she struggles to stay awake.
“What time is it?” I mutter, swinging my legs out of bed.
“Clock beside you,” Zack says. He sits beside Red, one hand massaging her back.
A small digital clock shaped like a nest shows four am, which means Callisto’s been at it for eight hours.
I swear under my breath as I pad into the bathroom for a quick stop before returning.
The way Zack sits seems like he’s guarding Red’s back, and a trickle of nerves runs through me, dissolving the last of my sleepiness.
“Everything okay?” I ask.
“Cal-ee try biting her, so I stop him. Zack did it, but should Cal-ee?”
His rut’s deeper than I thought. But I hesitate to answer because now that he’s pack, Red will want his bond, even if the Omega Center says she shouldn’t have one in the first year.
I know that’s their way of protecting vulnerable omegas, but honestly, Red would welcome any excuse to show them her middle finger.
Still, she needs to have a say in how she gets bonded.
“Good job,” I tell him, climbing back onto the bed.
Peering down, I check the state of Calli’s knot.
Looks like it’s currently deflated, which gives us a chance.
“Red needs rest now.” I tell Zack. “Do you think you can peel Callisto off without hurting her?”
“Yes. Will Cal-ee settle then?”
I shake my head and grin. “No, but she’s not the only one who can help him.”
Understanding dawns in his eyes, but he frowns. “Cal-ee not hurt you?”
“Don’t worry about that.” I chuckle. “This is kinda a lifelong dream of mine.”
He sighs, and I get a sense of puzzlement through the bond. Crawling around our sex-drunk alpha, I kneel up in front of Zack. “Thank you for worrying about me. We’ll have plenty of time together to explain everything in the future, okay?”
Zack nods and then his arm lashes out, dragging me onto his lap. “Rules. Prepare hole first. Cal-ee too much animal to remember now.”
I shiver with silent laughter. I fucking love my prime alpha! “You’re right,” I murmur, pressing my chest to his.
Zack’s bloodshot eyes bore into me. Even hooded with shadows, the intensity’s unmissable.
He strokes his hands up and down my back several times, then down around my cheeks.
His fingers knead deep, learning the structure beneath the skin as his lips brush my throat.
With Callisto’s soft grunts and the powerful scents in the room, I’m turned on in seconds.
The big alpha spreads my legs so I kneel over his lap and trails his thick fingers over my rising cock, under my balls, and up the seam.
He leans us over to collect Red’s slick and presses his thumb to my pucker.
His lips curve wickedly against my collarbone as the dampness touches my skin.
“White Mine do it,” he whispers. His tongue flicks out, tasting me.
I whimper and spread my legs wider to lower onto his finger. The pressure starts, and I rub myself on his hand in small circles to work him inside. He chuckles into my skin and then sucks my nipple into his mouth.
Fuck, it’s so good and dirty all at once. I let out a moan and writhe harder until I get him inside up to his first knuckle.
“Good alpha,” Zack praises, making my dick jerk with want. He makes a small, satisfied noise in the back of his throat. “Ri-ckon like? Doing so well. Want more?”
My legs quiver. At this rate, he’ll make me come before Calli gets hold of me.
“Tell Zack,” he orders with a wicked smile.
“More,” I grind out.
“Good. Don’t stop moving.” He presses in deeper, and I gasp. He thrusts up into me as I grind down into his finger, creating the most decadent friction. “One finger, White Mine,” he purrs. “Ready for two?”
My stomach jumps. Damn, he has no clue how fucking sexy he is. “Ready, alpha.”
I know better than to stop moving. Two fingers, and then three, we work until I’m loose and panting with need.
“Ready?” he asks, hot breath misting my shoulder.
“Yeah, so ready.”
“You lucky I share.” Zack tugs my head down for a quick kiss and then moves me to the side so he can reach Callisto.
“Cal-ee,” he says, alpha command vibrating in his tone. “Get off ohm-ee-ga!”
Callisto snarls at him again and collects Red’s legs like he plans to never release her. “No!” he declares. The rising alpha dominance makes the hair on my arms stand on end, but Zack chuckles. In one lightning-fast hop, he gets behind Callisto, wrapping an arm diagonally across his chest.
“Ohm-ee-ga needs rest. You give her too much sex.”
Callisto fights him, trying to hold on to Red, but I peel his fingers off her thighs as Zack drags him backward. I’ve never seen Callisto so primal, and it makes my dick even harder considering I’m next. The moment his grip slips, I plant myself between Red’s legs.
“Here, Calli,” I tell him, pulling his hands down onto my naked body. “I’m here to help.”
He snaps back as fast as a rubber band and grabs me, hands tight on my hips. I gasp as his fingers dig into my bond mark. Although he’s burning up, recognition dawns in his eyes as he kneels between my spread legs and tilts my hips up.
Zack’s prep saves me because Callisto drives his slippery cock right inside the back door, all the way to the hilt.
I choke, grabbing his hands. Fuck, could he split my stomach open?
He thrusts hard, balls slapping my ass, shunting me into Red’s spread legs.
She’s a mess of cum and slick, so wet it coats my back.
She slumps as Callisto thrusts me into her.
Zack slides Red up the bed, and she snores softly as he cleans her up and tucks her under the comforter. She’s so exhausted she can’t even hear her newest alpha fucking his cock into me.
I moan. Calli must like the noise because he groans as well and leans over me to drag my head closer for a kiss.
The movement stretches my spine, but I hang onto his neck to reach.
I always wanted to know what he was like, half-blind with lust and shaking with the force of his need.
He looks as heavenly as I thought, glistening with sweat and smelling like a sawmill.
Sweat plasters his hair and highlights his rounded biceps and the hints of a six-pack sliding over my belly. I grind up into him in delight, and he growls, straightening to find a better thrusting position. And then he doesn’t stop.
All the rough sex I’ve had barely prepares me for the way Calli uses me like a doll. Our first union was gentle, but now he’s animalistic, full of delicious strength and inhumanity. It’s as if all our hidden, secret desires break open, burning our inhibitions away.
“Ricky,” Calli moans out, conscious enough to know who’s in his arms. He gasps a few times and stiffens. “Fuck. Slap me away if I’m too much. Shit!” He thrusts harder, out of control. “Or sic Zack on me.”
A laugh works through my chest, but I barely have the energy to see it through.
There was a time we all got upset about Calli talking about siccing and calling Zack, but I know he means well in this instance.
And it emboldens me, knowing Zack can pull him off .
. . although right now our wild alpha naps beside Red.
“Fuck, I can’t,” Callisto growls out through his delirium, fingers digging into my waist. “I won’t stop!”
I grab my best friend’s hands and tug them to my chest. “Harder, Calli,” I breathe out.
A surprised noise gurgles in his throat, but he takes up my invitation, knocking the breath from my lungs with his strokes. I’m sure we’ve both come once or more already, but the sensations colliding in my body are so overwhelming I can barely discern orgasm from pure, raging lust.
And then I feel it. Harder and more knobbly than any finger, Callisto’s knot shunts against my seam.
“Shit, Calli!” I mutter. Well, we should be fine, since asses aren’t designed for knots. Surely he won’t—
He rumbles and spreads my cheeks with his hands, driving hard in short thrusts.
“That’s not where it goes, Calli,” I whine, my heart pounding. Maybe I should wriggle away, or shake Zack awake. But he was so reluctant to sleep earlier that he might refuse to sleep again.
What do I do?
Callisto looks down at me, mouth open with ragged breaths, and reaches out to cup my cheek.
The affectionate touch silences my outburst, and I cradle his hand to my skin.
Why not accept everything he wants to give?
I was so desperate to see him through a rut, will I really give up my chance to take everything he’s got?
I’ve never even attempted it before, and since it probably won’t fit, there’s no harm letting him try.
Callisto strains into me, his pace changing from thrusts to circular grinds. My breathing runs all over the place as I alternate between tensing and coaxing myself to relax. If nothing else, he’ll wear himself out trying.
The alpha growls and lifts my legs by the knees before leaning over my waist. I grab the bedspread to hold myself in place as the pressure grows on my ass. The hard mass smacking my spread pucker feels like a simultaneous fuck, fisting, and light punishment. And it’s bloody amazing.
I whimper and squirm, torn between desire and fear. If it’s this good on my entrance, what would it feel like inside?
Calli hisses in frustration and changes position.
“It’s okay, love,” I gasp out. “You’re doing gre—” My body shifts, molding around his knot, and one edge slips up inside. My breath stutters to a halt. Fuck, I was wrong. What man in the fucking universe could take a knot in the ass? I grip his wrists, trying to hold him in place.
Callisto roars with triumph, hooks my leg up over his shoulder, and drives home with a shocking pop.
The ceiling swims as I’m knotted for the first time in my life. I gape for a breath that won’t come.
Tingles shoot in all directions, birthing more electric chain reactions that firecracker through me. I’m so full I can’t even breathe, but every slight spasm of my body triggers the rippling sensations all over again.
I scream as I come so hard it feels like my dick will explode from the force. White cream jettisons in the air all the way to my chin, a second orgasm shooting through me when Calli groans and tenses, knot and dick swelling to full size and locking his cum in my system.
It’s so fucking powerful, I’m completely paralyzed by the colliding sensations.
And the man responsible leans over me, eyes hooded and lips curving with satisfaction, before slumping into me. He can’t quite fold in half, so he leans on my bent knee and a moment later his deep breaths tell me he’s asleep.
With no sign of the knot in my ass deflating.