Chapter 32
C allie seemed slightly better when we brought dinner outdoors. Amir was still sitting with her, and she leaned heavily against him, her eyes closed. I’d felt all of her tears but didn’t want to interrupt the two of them. I’d already had a chance to speak to her a bit and needed to leave space for the others. Callie and I had the bond, and it was a constant tightrope balance between letting the rest of the pack get to know her and wanting to keep her all to myself.
Maybe that was a disservice to both of us. Maybe it would be easier for her to feel comfortable with the entire pack if I monopolized her a little more, made her feel more secure in her connection with me? I had never been part of a pack with an omega before now, but it felt like learning as we went wasn’t good enough. Callie had been hurt, almost a decade of her life had been thrown back in her face, and as her bondmate I had to ensure she would never worry about that with us. That was probably an impossible task. She might never truly get over her past, but at the very least we could work on creating a strong foundation to move forward.
“Where’s Miles?” she asked.
I thought he had followed us out, but he wasn’t in the courtyard. “Not sure. Let me go check.”
He didn’t respond when I called for him indoors, so I fished out my phone to text him.
Kai:
Where the hell are you?
Miles:
Be back soon
I thought of something
Kai:
Are you going to tell me what it is?
Miles:
Only if if I’m successful
“He stepped out,” I told them upon my return. “He’ll be back.”
Dinner was a mostly silent affair. I was just grateful Callie was eating and hadn’t retreated to her room. Of all of us, I hadn’t expected Amir to be the one able to comfort her.
I had no idea what the hell Miles was doing, but I had a distressed omega to focus on.
“Do you want us to move the nest properly down into your room or are you going to keep the one in Diego’s?” I asked.
Callie shrugged. “I like it where it is, but I’d like to have a proper nest instead of one split in two. I just… I don’t know if I can stay here.”
The words sliced through me. “We want you to stay.”
“Sure didn’t feel like it,” she grumbled.
“It was a lapse in judgment,” I promised.
Callie sighed. “That’s what makes me nervous. There were a lot of those with Jerry in the beginning. A lot of promises to do better, and then once he was sure I wouldn’t leave, he stopped trying.”
“I know saying we’re not him won’t make a difference,” said Diego.
“You’re right,” she replied. “I can’t help how I feel when I see what could be the start of a new pattern now that I finally recognize what he was doing.”
“You don’t have to change how you feel, little dove. It’s up to us to break that pattern before it forms. This is new for all of us too, and that’s not an excuse; we’re just used to doing things as a unit.”
“I know that. And it feels like shit to be on the outside of it. You guys have had years to figure out how everything works between you, and I just get thrown in the deep end. I don’t know how to do any of this either.”
“Can we do anything to help you feel more comfortable going forward?”
“Maybe start with a whole pack meeting for anything that comes up instead of ganging up on me.”
“None of us will make that mistake again.” I reached out for her hand, grateful when she didn’t withdraw it. I linked our fingers and kissed the back of her hand. “No more pack meetings unless everyone is involved, unless it’s to plan awesome surprises.”
That last bit got a small smile out of her. “I might be starting to like those. Do you think we could move to the nest? I’m tired.”
“Up or down?” I asked.
“Down. I’m not climbing stairs unless one of you is carrying me.”
“That’s very easily arranged,” said Diego. “Pick the one you want either way.”
“Hmm, maybe still down. My room smells wrong with no one’s scent but mine in there and that needs to change. Plus, I need to drown out all the stress scents or I’m going to trigger a cry the next time I lie down in there.”
Amir and Diego got the dishes back into the kitchen and I took Callie to her nest, my omega dragging me straight into it with her. She curled up instantly in my arms. The action loosened a knot in my chest, even though the scent clinging to her pillows had my instincts on edge. Tears and stress saturated her nest. Our fault.
I got my purr going and snuggled as close to her as I possibly could, pleased when she relaxed. Diego and Amir joined a few moments later, and I could see on their faces the moment they caught the same scents I had. We wedged her between us, all three of us purring until Callie was boneless and purring in return. Amir dragged one of the blankets over us, cocooning the four of us and trapping the scents that were infinitely preferable to what we’d encountered upon arrival.
Slowly the burnt sugar was replaced by crisp apple and sweetness, mingling with each of our scents. And bit by bit that sweetness began to overwhelm the confines of the nest, Callie’s breathing shifting and her hips pressing closer. My body responded to it instantly, cinnamon filling the air and my cock hardening against her ass. The others noticed too. Soon her wiggling brought on whimpers and she tipped her head up to Diego, dragging him into a kiss that had my nose filled with candied apple and spices.
Our omega still wanted us. Being able to hold her, to give her what she craved, helped bridge any gaps that formed between us. I would let her take the lead here; if she only wanted Diego, Amir and I would leave. If she wanted us all, we would stay and indulge in the pliant warmth of her body.
Her movements grew more frantic, the most delicious sounds escaping her as Diego kissed her.
Amir pried their heads apart and flipped the blanket back, bringing a gust of fresh air to us. “Before you get too lost in the sauce, tell us who you want to be involved in this.”
Callie blinked rapidly in the light like she was waking out of a dream. “Um, everyone?”
“Fair enough.” Amir tucked the blanket into the end of the nest so it was out of the way. “Quit hogging her.”
“Fuck you. I can hog her all I want. Both of you have fucked her since the heat and it’s my turn to give her some loving.”
“All three of you can fuck me if you get a move on,” Callie said, dragging Diego closer again.
Their mouths met once more and Callie tossed her leg over his hip, where Amir slid his palm up her calf. I couldn’t help but rock against her ass, tracing the curves of her body before carefully working her shirt off. Her sound of protest lasted only a moment before she was pressed up against Diego again.
Callie grew more frantic by the second, and I wasn’t sure if it was her own desire getting the better of her or if she was using the excuse of her response to us to bury her hurt from earlier. Not the healthiest coping mechanism, if that was what she was doing, but we could talk more later. All the tension and anxiety through the bond was muted by her desire.
The taste of her skin was sweet on my tongue. Her desire ricocheted in the bond, stoking mine that flowed back to her, a feedback loop cycling between us.
The three of us were so used to managing one omega between us that it was no hardship for us to tease Callie into a frenzy while Diego buried himself in her. Every sound she made was like a drug, and as much as I wanted to get my own cock into her, I could be patient. Diego propped her ankles on his shoulders to give us more space to work, his fingers digging into the softness of her thighs. Her nipple puckered under my tongue and I nudged my fingers between her thighs to stroke her clit. Amir held her by the throat while he sucked diligently on her other nipple.
Callie broke so easily for us. Diego groaned as she cried out, his hips stuttering. I knew exactly what he would be feeling, the clench of her muscles around him that was enough to undo any man. He didn’t still or slow once she was breathing normally again, and Callie reached for Amir and me, her fingers locking in our hair as her eyes rolled back and she cried out again. All the worry and discomfort I had been feeling from her melted away, replaced entirely by desperate need.
It wouldn’t be difficult between all of us to keep her in this state, but then none of us would get anything done ever again.
A breathless chant of fuck , interspersed with each of our names in turn, was a symphony I never wanted to stop hearing. The next wave of pleasure that crashed over her finally dragged Diego along with her. The sharp arch of her back and the shift in her breathing was enough for me to know he had knotted her.
I dragged my tongue up her throat and whispered in her ear, “How do you feel about getting fucked everywhere else while Diego has you on his knot, little dove?”
Callie nodded frantically. “Please.”
We carefully rearranged the two of them until Diego was on his back and Callie was sprawled over him.
“Do you want it rough, princess?” Amir asked. “Or should we be more gentle?”
“I’ll take anything you want to give me. Shut my brain off. I don’t like it up there right now.”
Amir looked to me for guidance. I would be able to monitor her pretty easily to keep her safe, so it wouldn’t hurt to try giving her what she wanted. I nodded and Amir threaded his fingers through her hair. I picked out a bottle of lube I had stashed in her bedside table and got to work on easing her ass open to me. She squirmed and moaned as I worked in one finger, then another, rotating carefully, but there was no sign of pain through the bond, as if her body was just waiting for us.
The first glide into her was slow, testing to make sure everything was slick enough and nothing was hurting her.
“More,” she demanded.
The whine out of her when I fucked in next was absolute perfection. The one after that was muffled as she got her mouth on Amir and the two of us rode her from end to end while she was trapped on Diego’s knot.
It was so hard to focus between the hot, slick glide of her body and everything that was projected to me through the bond. Overwhelming pleasure and desire turned my brain into mush and I kept a firm grip on her hips to keep myself steady.
It was the first time we had all gotten to be with her since the heat, and while the actions were similar, the circumstances couldn’t be more different. I didn’t have to pay an ounce of attention to an audience, focusing only on my omega, who was so keyed up she couldn’t even manage to beg. Her own need blended with mine, simmering in my blood. She needed us, and fuck if I wasn’t going to give her everything she asked for.