26. Chapter Twenty-Six #2
Leah's eyes flutter shut, her moan muffled around Gabriel's cock as the dildo nestles fully inside her. The thick knot at its base stretches her entrance deliciously, her body yielding to the gentle pressure with a fresh gush of slick.
Gabe hisses as her fingers tighten around his knot and my heart nearly pounds a path out of my chest when she slowly raises her other hand to cup my nape. She draws my head down to where Ronan rubs her clit.
Ronan's chuckle is a dark, pleased thing. "That's it, Kitten. Do you want your mate's mouth on you while he fills you? Want him to taste how perfect you are while he gives you what you need?"
Leah's answering moan is instantaneous, her hips tilting. She parts her thighs as wide as she can, offering me her slick pussy without reservation. Her perfume blooms, the heady rose, utterly pure with no trace left of the harsh chemical bitterness. The change is staggering. Intoxicating.
"All right, Omega. I’m here for you." I lie on my stomach between her spread legs, heedless of the cold tile beneath me and the equally cold water raining down. Leah is still burning, though not as feverish as she had been .
I run the toy in a slow, teasing line from her entrance to her clit just as Ronan pulls his hand away. Leah’s scream is muffled by Gabe’s cock, which she still has gripped in a death lock, and her thighs snap shut around my head in reflex. I push back, lapping at her slick like a man starved.
"Fuck, yes, mate. That’s perfect, Omega. So good …" Gabriel groans as she slurps harder on his cock.
Ronan's praise is a steady stream of tender words.
"Look at you, taking us so well. Such a strong Omega.
Our good mate." His free hand strokes up her stomach to palm both breasts while he tilts his hips, stroking his length along the curve between her cheeks. She’s producing so much slick that his cock slides smoothly over her rosebud hole.
Her breaths come in ragged pants, her fingers clawing at my hair to press me harder where she needs me.
It’s beautiful to see. Every flick of my tongue against her clit makes her jerk, every thrust of the toy makes her sob as I inch it in deeper.
So deep the knot bumps her pussy lips and her eyes flutter shut.
I lift my head just enough to meet her blown-out gaze. "Do you want it, Sunshine?" I ask, voice rough. "Want a knot to finish you? Want us to really fill you up the way you need?"
Her sweet moan is answer enough, her hips tilting up in offering. I work the thickest part of the knot past her fluttering entrance, stretching her in a way that makes her cry out. At the same time, I seal my lips around her clit and suck hard, my tongue flicking rapidly over the sensitive bud.
Ronan pinches both her nipples at once, twisting just enough to skirt the edge of pain. Gabriel shouts something incoherent as his hips jerk, his release spilling hot down her throat and I push the knot fully into her.
Leah shatters between us. Her back bows off Ronan's chest, her scream raw and broken as her orgasm crashes through her. Her cunt clenches around the dildo, her slick gushing over my chin.
When I finally sit back, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand, Leah is limp and dazed in Ronan's arms, her lips swollen from Gabriel's cock, her thighs still quivering with aftershocks. Her fingers weakly reach for me as if, even in exhaustion, she still craves to touch.
Ronan's chuckle is pure satisfaction. "You did so well, Kitten." He kisses her temple. "Good Omega. So perfect for us. So good for your mates."
Leah’s lashes flutter and close as she softens over Ronan’s body. Her breathing evens out as she falls asleep, wrung out from the physical and emotional exertions to her body.
Good Omega, perfect for us. Ours. Mate. The words echo in my head, as though if I say them often enough, it will help her.
Gabriel’s legs give out and he sits hard on the shower base, one arm bracing behind him, the other reaching up to shut off the water. The last trickle dies and the water eddies down the drain, taking away the ghost of Leah’s suffering. "Do you think we helped?"
Ronan’s head drops back against the tiles, eyes shuttered, throat moving as he grits down a sound I don’t dare name. "I don’t know, brother. I just don’t know."
The truth hangs between us. There’s no clear map forward.
Omegas are wired differently, unbearably so.
Sometimes trauma gets written into the bones and never chased out.
I know that. And now that we’ve seen what’s carved into her, none of us would dare expect her to simply ‘get better’.
Trauma doesn’t work that way. We can help.
Heal, if luck is cruel and kind in equal measure, but her normal will be her own and none of us knows what that will look like.
I wrench out of the stall, grab the nearest towel and wrap it around her slack body.
Her skin is marginally cooler; that’s something.
"At least she’s not burning up anymore. All we can do now is hold her until she knows without doubt that we’re not going anywhere, and see who she is when she wakes. "
The gnawing dread in my gut won’t be soothed. "We can’t let her slip back into that place in her head. If we do, we might lose her for real. Her mind has split apart. You heard what she said about hating her ‘Omega’."
She sees that intrinsic part of herself as separate, blaming it and hating it for what she’s been through. Systematic trauma tries to find reason where there is none. None except for the senseless evil some humans inflict .
"How will we stop her from spiraling again? I’ll try anything," Gabriel says.
Ronan holds Leah’s small body like she’s all the gravity left in the world. "When she’s alone, she drowns in her trauma but we’re her scent-matches. Her instincts show she trusts us. She called us mates , Jax. Part of her knows. We have to use that. Use us as her advantage."
Ronan’s right. Being her scent-matches might be the only lifeline she has.
An idea cracks open inside me, and I say it before better sense stops me.
"We could bond her." The words taste dangerous. As scent-matches, we don't have to wait until her full heat to bond. Sweet venom pools in my mouth at the mere thought. The temptation pulses under my skin and I have to pull myself from a very real edge. "If she was bonded, she wouldn’t doubt. She’d understand the truth of what we are to her. Sense it in her bones. She wouldn’t have to split herself into pieces to survive. "
"And risk her hating us forever for it?" Ronan shakes his head. "If we force a bond while she’s like this, it could backfire in ways we can’t even begin to fix. Our Omega is so fucking delicate right now. We can’t risk breaking her any further."
Gabriel’s gaze locks on our sleeping Omega. "Then we use what we have. Our scents are the one weapon we have to pull her back. If we can keep her present, keep her here with us instead of spiraling, maybe that’s enough."
“Then we stick to her all the time. Skin to skin. Infuse her with our scents so thick in her senses there will be no room for her mind to fracture. We keep her tethered to the here and now until she makes a decision to bond us herself," Jax says.
Ronan tightens his hold around our precious Omega.
"Agreed, brother. Giving her space isn’t working.
She’s not just any Omega. She’s our scent-matched mate.
We show her who we are to her when her mind is clear.
Keep her anchored to our scents and our bodies.
We’ll be her stability. We’ll overwrite the old lessons, create new pathways in her mind, until there’s nowhere left for her to fall. "