Chapter 23
Chapter Twenty-Three
O wen
Ethan and Melanie may have taken the news better than any of us could have hoped for, that doesn’t mean they’re prepared to let the four of us share a bedroom in their house just yet. I take it they’re both a little pissed about the secret summer fling ten years ago. And as Harper’s mom refuses to be parted from her daughter so soon after her near abduction/relocation/hospitalization, she’s not happy for Harper to leave with us either.
However, the four of us are not prepared to be parted tonight, not now we are back together. For good this time. No rumors, attempted abductions, medical careers or planes to New York are going to come between us.
We’ve made that promise. Crossed our hearts, linked pinkies, sworn on our unborn child’s life.
This is it. The four of us. Pack Stanton.
Unfortunately, although three of us are in our early thirties and one in her late twenties, there’s still a fair bit of negotiation to be had before Melanie will let us stay.
“I understand you have decided to join their pack, Harper. I understand you are going to be their omega. I am more than happy to stand by your decisions and support you. I love you. But you’re not sharing a bedroom tonight. I’m not quite ready for that.”
“Do you not hear how ridiculous you sound right now, Mom?”
“Harper, why do you think Ethan and I opted to stay at the hotel in Paris when we came to visit you, and not at your and Laurent’s apartment?”
“Because you like staying in five-star hotels and not fifth-floor apartments with no elevators.”
“No, because I have no desire to hear my daughter,” she lowers her voice to a whisper, “doing it.”
“Mom, you’re usually so liberal. I don’t understand why–”
“I have limits.”
“We’re not going to have sex!”
I raise an eyebrow at our omega. Like hell we’re not.
“They are adults, Melanie,” Ethan says.
“Two minutes ago they were step-siblings, Ethan,” Harper’s mom snaps, making it clear she won’t be backing down on the issue.
“I have an idea,” Wyatt intervenes. “Melanie, you are not happy about the idea of us having sexual intercourse with your daughter in your house–”
“We are not going to have sexual–”
“Then how about we sleep in the guest house?”
Everyone turns and looks out of the lounge windows across the vast lawn to the small bungalow building towards the back of the garden.
“No one’s stayed in it for years,” Daxton’s dad says. “It’s probably buried under five inches of dust.”
“I’d sleep with Harper out on the grass with no shelter, no water and no electricity if I had to,” I say. “I won’t be separated from her tonight. Not when we so nearly lost her.”
“You didn’t nearly lose me,” Harper mutters, downplaying the abduction.
We’ll be discussing that later. We need to up her security and resume those boxing lessons.
“I’m not leaving Harper’s side,” Daxton says determinedly and in a way that softens Melanie’s resolve.
“Harper?” she asks.
“I think it will be a good compromise.”
“There will be spiders,” her mom points out.
Harper swallows. “And three alphas to remove any spiders.”
“It seems reasonable to me, Melanie,” Ethan says, “especially as you’re the one reluctant to let her leave tonight.”
“Fine,” Melanie says, finally conceding. “Follow me then, you three boys. Let’s find some bedding.”
Leaving Harper in the safe hands of Ethan, we follow Melanie up the stairs, along the hallway to the laundry room. Here she opens cupboards and pulls out sheets, blankets and pillows. When our arms are full, she faces us with her hands on her hips.
“I love you boys,” she says, blocking our way out of the laundry room, “you’ve become like sons to me, but I have to tell you that I love my daughter a hell of a lot more. And if you hurt her in any way at all–”
“We’re not going to hurt her, Melanie,” I say, “we’re going to dedicate our lives to keeping her and the baby safe and happy.”
Melanie nods but she’s not done. “Good. But know that if you do hurt her in any way, it doesn’t matter how much I like you, I will castrate the lot of you. I’m a nurse, and you may think you’re handy with a scalpel, Wyatt, but trust me, I could do a lot of damage.” She scowls at us.
“We’ll bear that in mind,” Wyatt says.
“And we will look after her,” Daxton says, “she means the world to us.”
“And me. She’s very precious.”
“She is,” I say.
“Good, I’m glad we are in agreement. Now, go make the beds.”
I don’t correct her. She probably doesn’t need to know that we’ll all be sharing one bed – even if that means pushing and cramming mattresses together.
“Harper shouldn’t be doing it in her condition,” she adds, smiling to herself. The grandma news is definitely growing on her too.
After a little bit of an airing, the guest house seems a perfectly reasonable place to stay for the night. Although, if I’m honest, as long as Harper is with us, anywhere would do tonight.
It doesn’t stop Harper from sending us on a spider hunt. In fact, she refuses to enter the place until we’ve checked every nook and cranny.
“You really don’t like spiders, huh? I didn’t know that about you,” I say, tossing the teeniest tiniest little spider into the yard.
“Is it a deal breaker?” she asks, watching me with suspicion.
“I think I’ll be able to live with that one minor little foible.”
“Oh that’s just one of them. I have many many foibles,” Harper says, with one of those wicked smiles.
“Such as …” Daxton asks, pulling her towards him with his uninjured arm.
“Hmmm, well, sometimes, doctor, I forget to take my vitamins.”
“Scandalous,” Dax says, shaking his head in shame.
“And I crack the joints in my fingers all the time.”
“This is really shocking stuff,” he tells her.
“That isn’t the really, really shocking one, Doctor.”
“Come on, then, you’d better tell us. Let us know exactly what we’ve gotten ourselves into with you.”
“Well,” the smile grows even more wicked, “I really, really love it when my alpha comes all over me and then rubs it into my skin.”
“Fuck,” I mutter as Daxton’s eyes grow darker.
“You really like that do you?”
“Uh huh.”
“What happened to the no-sex promise?”
“We don’t have to have sex for you to come all over me, Alpha.”
“I’ll come over you, little Omega,” I growl, “if you promise to sit on my face and come all over me.”
She shivers. “You promise to do that thing with your tongue?”
“Hell yeah,” I say as Daxton grabs her by the wrist and hauls her inside the building. Forget about spiders and making the bed. It’s been an eternity since I tasted our omega, since I made her come. I can’t wait another fucking minute.
The three of us can’t keep our hands off her, can’t stop telling her how happy she makes us, can’t stop kissing her as we strip her down, and then she’s standing in the bedroom completely bare from head to toe. My eyes land on her stomach. Is it my imagination or is there the slightest of curves already? I blink. I must be imagining that. It’s too early, right?
“How do you feel?” I ask her. “Not too nauseous? Not too tired?” I’m aware the first trimester of pregnancy can be pretty brutal.
“You know, when I’m with the three of you, I feel a lot better. In fact, the only thing wrong with me right now is the need for you to put your hands on me.”
We don’t need telling twice. We’re kissing her, caressing her – fuck, we’re even licking and biting her – hungry for every inch of her body: her mouth; her throat; her nipples; her ass; the soft lips of her pussy. All of her. You’d think the logistics of three alphas and one omega would be tricky – especially when we’re so damn big and she’s teeny in comparison. Somehow, however, everything flows. There is no butting heads, scrabbling over the same body part, tangling up with one another. Everything is smooth. It’s like I know what my packmate will do before he does it. It’s like I know exactly what my omega needs.
I sink to my knees on the rug in front of her and give her just what she asked for: my mouth on her pussy. Wyatt and Daxton stand either side of her. Wyatt kissing her mouth, his hands stroking up and down her throat. Daxton has her right tit cupped in his hand and her left in his mouth, sucking and biting at her nipple until she’s moaning like a woman possessed.
Daxton slides his hand from her breast, down her ribs and brushes his hand over her belly.
“I can’t believe our baby’s growing inside of you, Harper. Right in there. It’s so freaking perfect.”
She giggles. “I know. Me neither.” She twines her fingers with his, combing her other hand through my hair. “Promise you’ll all still love me when I have a stomach the size of a watermelon.”
“When you’re all round and swollen with our child?” I groan against her mound. “I think I’ll want you even more.”
I roll down onto my back on the rug, then reach up and grab ahold of her ass, pulling her down with me, until she’s kneeling either side of my head and hovering above my mouth. And then I go to town, teasing her with my tongue in exactly the way I know she loves, taking her to the brink and pulling back, making her sob and wail for her release.
“Please make me come, Alpha! Please!” she begs.
I groan. “It’s been such a long time since I tasted this pussy, since I got to love you like this, Harp. I’m taking my fucking time.” I lick through her folds and over her clit, feeling her little nub quiver against my tongue. “I’ve been like a starving man, dreaming of this and this only for days and days. And to think I get to feast on you every day for the rest of my life. Ahhh, it’s too fucking gooood.”
I moan right against her, my lips vibrating on her clit. Her legs shake and her core tightens. She screams out, coming hard and violently, squirting right into my open mouth, the taste of peaches sliding down my throat.
I bet Melanie and Ethan are cursing us over in the main house.
“That’s it,” Daxton purrs, stroking the damp hair back from her face. “Just like that.”
“Now come on me,” she moans, still bucking as she rides out the aftershocks of her orgasm, eyes fluttering over me, face flushed with desire.
“You gonna help us with that, little Omega?” I ask.
She throws me a brattish look, and then she’s crawling down my body, lowering herself against my stiff cock, but not taking me inside her pussy. Instead, she rubs herself along my length, up and down, humping me. She’s wet with slick and the sound is sloppy and erotic and it takes every bit of my self control not to slam her down on my cock and fuck her pussy.
“You’re such a fucking tease, Harp,” I growl at her.
“No sex, remember.”
I groan, but I don’t complain. It’s sexy as hell sliding through her wet pussy lips, watching her work herself on top of me. I take ahold of her hips and help her move, faster and with more pressure. I throb against her, my balls aching like it’s been years and not weeks since I had her. When I come I make a mess all over her, just like she wanted.
“Yes,” she moans, and I reach down and smear that spunk all over her thighs and her stomach, marking her with my seed and my scent. “I love the way you smell on my skin.”
Wyatt purrs lowly and I know he likes the look of that, wants to do it for himself.
He holds his cock in his hand, pumping his fist up and down his shaft, eyes locked on the omega, perched on top of me like I’m her throne and she is our queen.
“Come closer, Alpha,” she murmurs to him, gaze entranced by what he’s doing, “come closer, and come all over my tits.”
I slide out from under her and Wyatt steps forward until she’s kneeling up in front of him.
“You have such amazing tits,” he groans. He reaches out to trail his fingertips over her stiffened nipples. So gently, it makes her shiver with desire. “So soft. So full.”
“M-m-m-more,” she mutters, tongue sliding from between her lips to wet them, eyes fluttering closed. Wyatt takes each of her breasts in his hands and massages them, kneading and squeezing them, before flicking at her nipples with his thumbs.
I’ve heard there are girls who can come from nipple play. I’ve never seen it happen in real life. Not until tonight. Harper’s so riled up, a few more flicks of those pink nipples of hers and she’s coming again.
“I want to come on these tits,” Wyatt barks as he watches her fall apart.
Harper obeys, taking a tit in each hand and pushing them together, capturing Wyatt’s cock in her cleavage.
“Fucking hell,” I mutter, as Wyatt thrusts between her tits, hands on her shoulders.
“How do you feel so damn good, Harper, everywhere,” he groans.
In the next thrust he’s coming, splashing his seed all over her tits, her chest and her neck, some of it even hits her mouth, and she licks at her lips hungrily.
Wyatt’s hands are on her next, just like mine, rubbing the come into her skin.
She moans in pleasure, her head falling backward, her eyes drifting shut.
“You like that, little one?” I ask her and she nods.
“Want mine too?” Daxton asks her, leaning down to hook his finger beneath her chin and lift her mouth to his.
“Yes, Alpha,” she purrs against his lips.
“I want us coming together, Harper. I want to make you come as you make me come. Can you do that?”
“Hmmm,” she says dreamily, still high on her last two orgasms.
“Lie down then sweetheart.”
She rolls down on the soft rug, and for a moment we all just admire how damn perfect she is, before Daxton kneels down, running his hands up and down her body, feeling each one of her curves, loving her with his palms. She writhes against his touch, arching her back and Daxton lies out alongside her and rolls her onto her side. Then he’s nestling his head between her thighs, seeking out her pussy and she takes his cock into her mouth. And then they’re pleasuring each other together, in unison and for a moment it’s hard to tell where our packmate ends and our omega begins. They are one continuous circle of love and flesh.
He has her dancing on the end of his tongue easily and her sucking rhythm is lost, all she can do is moan around his cock. When she comes, he comes too, his cock jerking against her lips and her throat working as she swallows as much of his come as she can. Her efforts are futile, much of it spills from her lips and runs down her chin, dripping onto her chest.
Daxton gives her one last devastating lick, then crawls up her body, pausing to kiss her belly again before reaching her throat and smearing his come all over her skin.
“Now you smell of all of us, Omega,” he says, eyes full of possessiveness and desire, “now you’re ours.”