Chapter 51
Chapter fifty-one
Red
Saturday blurs into Sunday, and Sunday into Monday without Callisto letting up. Honestly, I’m pretty fucking proud of myself for sending my polished alpha into such an animalistic spiral—although I know it’s also thanks to Ricky and Zack’s influences.
Waking up to find him jammed into Rickon’s ass with a full knot was both amazing and enlightening. None of us even knew it was possible, but my alphas like to defy all expectations.
Rickon and I take turns satisfying Callisto’s ferocious needs, and it strikes me how desperately hungry my alpha was. And in a strange way, that desperation reassures me. With the three of them, I think I’ll be able to handle my next heat.
As evening approaches on what’s supposed to be our last day here, Rickon gets on the phone with Callisto’s parents to check if they know how long his longest rut went for. We already rang Hale earlier in the day to clear Calli’s Tuesday schedule, but we can’t stay holed up here forever.
I take sips of water and share it with Callisto through messy kisses as I bob gently on his chest. He’s run out of steam but still seems dazed and thrusts into anything in sight when he’s awake.
It might be unintentional, but it’s been an amazing way to sear away all the distance between us as a pack. We sleep in a damp pile with him thrusting into me or Rickon, the sheets torn and falling off the bed, our scents mingling until we can’t quite tell them apart.
We all fit together wonderfully.
Even driven by his appetites, Callisto shows no desire to fuck Zack, but that seems to suit them both. After throwing a few fits when Zack separated him from us so Ricky and I can swap, our newest alpha settled, growing less defiant.
“Three days,” Rickon says, hanging up the phone. His voice rasps from all the screaming. “That means his rut should break any hour.”
I nod and balance myself on Calli’s chest as he thrusts up, sweat running down my arms. I feel limp as cooked pasta, but I’m happier than I have words for.
Calli grunts, and his stomach tenses. He reaches toward me, clasping heavy hands around my neck as his hips kick up weakly, wedging his knot in.
Excitement stirs, but my body’s too exhausted to orgasm again properly.
Cum slides down my thighs; literally not an inch inside of me available.
At this rate, I’ll be soaking my underwear for days.
“You know I gotta film a big race scene at the end of this week, dontcha Calli?” I grumble lightheartedly as he gasps for breath on my neck. “I’ll be feeling that saddle up in my throat.”
Rickon snorts softly and passes me a towel. “Want me to take over?”
I shoot him a raised brow, knowing he’s already hobbling. “Nah. At least my pussy’s designed for knots.” I wave him away weakly with a grin. “Go check on Zack. I’ll be fine for a bit.”
He blows me a kiss and heads out the door, leaving us dozing on the bed in each other’s arms.
I wake again as Callisto shudders and dips his nose to my neck. “Red?” he asks thickly.
“Yeah, it’s me, alpha.”
He groans and presses his palm to his forehead. Then his eyes widen as he assesses me, the black orbs clearer than I’ve seen for days. “Holy shit,” he mutters. “I went into rut, didn’t I?”
I grin and gently stroke the lines of his ribs, his weight loss evident. “Congratulations. You put us through the wringer on day one.”
He chokes. “Fuck! I’m so so—”
I surge forward and slap my hand over his mouth. “Don’t you fucking dare,” I hiss. “I’m so proud of my rut win streak, so don’t say another word.”
Callisto kisses my palm before flopping onto his back with a weary laugh.
“All right, I won’t. But damn, I’ve never felt so tired in my life.
” He reaches down to scratch his outer thigh, and his hand comes up full of slick.
He swears again as he looks from his hand to me, mouth falling open in shock.
I shrug one shoulder. “That’s nothing. Just wait til I go into heat.” I chuckle as I ease myself off his softening knot. Fuck, my pussy’s swollen and dripping.
Callisto holds his arm out, and I collapse onto it. Just for a minute, then I’ll think about a shower and something to eat. “I think we destroyed the bed,” I mutter into his armpit.
“I’ll order a new one,” he rasps. He touches my shoulder, but his hand soon slips limply to the mattress. “Where’s Zack?”
“Getting something to eat downstairs,” I murmur. “And in case you’re wondering, it’s Monday night, and we got Hale to clear your day tomorrow.” I roll over so I can see his face. “You’re quite impressive, you know.”
Callisto chuckles weakly. “You and Ricky are the impressive ones, putting up with that marathon.”
I hum in agreement. “Do you remember knotting his ass?”
“Did not.”
“Yes, you did.”
He rises on his elbow and gapes at me. “Seriously? Damn, I thought that was a wet dream. Is he okay?”
I smile into his warm skin. “We’re all fine. We’re made for you, Callisto.”
He squeezes me, rolling onto his side to hold me better. I think we both micro-nap, but it doesn’t stop him sleepily asking, “So, what do we do with a whole day? Do you need to film?”
“No, because they’re setting up for a huge scene on Thursday.” I cover a yawn, foggy brain operating slowly. “Funny thing is, I can’t actually recall a free day when we weren’t in court, preparing for court, or demonstrating against Zack’s imprisonment.”
He hums in agreement. “Well, something new for both of us then,” he says, a smile lifting his tone.
“Definitely.” I hum under my breath, and then a jolt runs through me. “Oh! I just remembered something I’d like to do.”
“Anything,” he promises, and I know he’ll keep his word, even if I ask to travel to the moon.
“I want to go nest shopping for the rooftop hot house.”
Callisto stiffens and rises on his elbow to meet my gaze. “You . . . want to go looking for nest stuff?”
I nod. “I’m going to fill my hot house to the brim.”
He exhales loudly. “Red, you’ve no idea how happy that makes me.”
I wrap my arms around him and squeeze with all my remaining strength. “Thank you for thinking of me, even with everything going on.”
His words come a little slurred. “I never stopped thinking about you, Red. Never.” He kisses my hair and then his grip relaxes, and his chest rises and falls deeper with sleep.
I chuckle softly to myself and then give in to exhaustion, following him into the comfortable darkness knowing this’ll be just the first of many nights spent sleeping in each other’s arms.
I don’t sleep for long, waking when my stomach grumbles. Gently I ease myself out of Callisto’s embrace and shower before heading down to find the rest of my pack. They’re sitting at the dining table, eating loaded baked potatoes.
Zack’s voice floats out as I approach. “I sorry for pulling away on leash. Know now Ri-ckon was keeping Zack safe.”
Tears glint in Rickon’s lovely green eyes as he reaches out to hold Zack’s cheek. “Of course you’re forgiven, my love.” He glides his thumbs in circles through Zack’s scratchy beard, staring up. A soft, golden awe floods through the bond. “I can’t get over how well you speak now, Zack.”
Zack grins widely as he leans into our lover’s touch. “English is hard, but I learn lots in prison. Al teach me. But Mine and White Mine better teachers,” he adds emphatically.
Both men turn as they hear my footsteps.
I brace my hands on Zack’s bare shoulders and drop a kiss on his stubbly hair.
He spins faster than I can blink and tugs my head down until our lips meet.
He groans faintly, pressing into my mouth in search of more contact.
We melt in a blaze of passion, devouring each other like starving people.
We have starved, for weeks.
No, longer than that. Each of us fought battles alone for years, existing on a whisper of hope or stubborn refusal to die. Now our hope blooms into something more beautiful and precious than anything we could’ve imagined—a complete family.
Zack settles, parting from me with a soft sigh. “Ohm-ee-ga,” he murmurs, the single word speaking volumes. When I straighten, he leans his head into my stomach for a long moment, both of us enjoying the touch.
He finally releases me and pulls out the chair beside his. “Come, eat. Red and Ri-ckon not eat while I away.”
I ease myself slowly into the chair, my pussy aching dully as I plant myself. “Well, we ate, but not as much as when you’re around.” I trade smiles with Rickon.
“It wasn’t as much fun without you,” he confirms.
Zack grunts and digs his fork into a loaded potato. “Too much salad,” he declares, glaring at Rickon.
“Maybe,” Ricky says with a giggle as he serves me a plateful.
I reach out and snag Zack’s hand, giving it a squeeze as I say, “I’m glad you’re home, Zack.”
He cocks his head. “Home?” The big alpha looks around quizzically. His unspoken question asks how this mountain cabin can be our home. Then he stiffens and turns slowly back to me. “Ohm-ee-ga home is with her alphas?”
I hadn’t thought about it like that, but he’s right. “Yeah, Zack. Wherever my pack is.”
The pleased expression on his face makes my heart thump with love, and the heat sears through the bond.
“I’m glad I home too.” Zack traps my hand on his thigh and then glances down at his empty plate. “Now eat ice-cream in tub?”
I laugh.