35. Luna
Luna
I snuggle into Kane, sinking into his pine forest scent. I missed him. In the back of the car, Chase, Madden, and Archer’s scents were all around me, but I couldn’t really scent Kane from the front of the car.
I’m glad he knows I want to be held close right now, too. All of them seem to know what I want. It’s nice.
I can barely feel the cold of the outside, my body still feeling far too warm to be comfortable. My skin still feels funny, too. Almost like it’s too small for my body.
I must shift uncomfortably in Kane’s arms because he lowers his cheek to mine. The physical contact instantly settles some of the weird feelings in my chest.
“Hmmm, you’re still warm,” he mutters. “I think in order for your heat spike to go down we may need to take things further than we already have.”
“Further?” I ask, my eyes halfway closed from the heaviness I feel.
One of the others must’ve opened the door to the house because Kane manages to walk in without moving me. I stare up at the familiar chandelier in the foyer and that instinctive omega part of my brain celebrates at being back at the pack house. My pack house.
“A knot, little one.”
I blink my eyes open to look up at him, hesitating.
Oh.
I heard Archer mention something about a knot, but I think I was too hazy from the orgasms to really process things.
I don’t think he misses the subtle souring of my peppermint perfume as doubt creeps in.
“It doesn’t have to be mine. We have toys I can use with you if that’ll make you feel more comfortable. We know this is sudden.”
I swallow hard, gripping the lapels of his suit jacket with one of my hands. I feel the strength of his heartbeat under my clenched fist. I focus on his pine forest scent.
This is Kane. He’s safe. All the members of my pack are safe. I can trust them with this.
And it’s not like I’m a virgin. It’s not like I haven’t taken a knot either, though I hated it with all of my body and soul. Maybe that’s why I’m so freaked out. Alpha Niall made sure that taking his knot was the most humiliating, painful experience it possibly could have been.
Alpha Niall made me beg. He made me back myself onto his knot, my palms and knees digging into the cold concrete of that stupid cellar, tearing myself open because I wasn’t ready.
I’m an omega. It’s in my nature to be able to take knots.
Alpha Niall said I was a failure, but none of my guys have ever said anything remotely similar. Maybe it’ll be different this time.
And even if it does hurt, Kane wouldn’t be mean about it.
“Hey,” Kane whispers. “I can see the cogs in your brain turning. I don’t want you to stress yourself out.”
“Oh.” I blush, biting at the inside of my cheek.
He still needs an answer .
“I—I want to.” I want his knot. “I—I’m just scared.”
“What’re you scared of, little one?” Kane asks as he starts climbing the stairs with me in his arms.
I stare at his beard. I wonder what it would feel like against my skin. Between my legs like Madden just was a few minutes ago. I bet it would feel good.
I shake myself.
I keep forgetting to answer his questions. I guess it must be my heat spike messing with my brain.
“I’m scared it’s going to hurt,” I whisper, not meeting his eyes.
“Ahhh,” he hums as he starts climbing the stairs. “I promise I’ll do my best to make things enjoyable for you, little omega. My focus will be on nothing else. Do you trust me?”
His words make warm butterflies start somersaulting in my stomach.
“Y—yes.”
“Good.”
He crouches down a bit to reach the handle on a door I’ve never seen before. It looks newly painted, the dark blue paint on the wood unblemished and shiny looking.
“This is your nest. It’s not completely finished yet, we thought we’d have more time, but it should be suitable for tonight.”
I let out a gasp when I look around. It’s beautiful. We’re on the top floor of the pack house and the beautiful A-frame roof makes the ceilings feel cozy. There’s still a decent bit of room for Kane to stand in the center, even though he’s quite tall.
What steals my breath away, though, is the piles and piles of the softest-looking fabrics and pillows in the world strewn about the room.
Kane sets me down on my wobbly legs, sliding my body along his. The rough feel of his suit sends shivers down my spine.
The floor under my feet is a plush cushion, almost like the entire floor is a mattress all on its own.
“Here are the lights,” he says, taking a step towards a fancy panel against the wall. “There’s a remote that lets you control all the things you need to from anywhere in the room.”
He pulls the sleek metal remote from its holder on the wall and points it at the windows. The previously dark glass turns transparent, looking out over the backyard and the dusting of snow outside.
“Whoa,” I whisper, in shock. I’ve never seen glass like that.
“This was Chase’s idea,” he says. “He thought you’d appreciate being able to choose whether you wanted the windows to be clear or not, that way it didn’t remind you of the cellar.”
My throat starts to close up and I choke down a sob. Damn these omega hormones.
“Really?” Tears start to fill my eyes.
“Oh, Luna,” he whispers. My name sounds like a reverent sort of chant on his lips. He reaches out and embraces me tightly in his arms. “This is nothing.”
“Thank you,” I whisper.
It’s not nothing.
It’s everything .
He lets go of me, letting me stand on my own two feet again. “Of course. We’d do anything for you.”
My gaze is drawn again to all of the soft fabrics around the room. I must look at them longingly because Kane nudges me towards them.
“We tried to do our best to arrange it in our version of a nest, but we don’t have very good nesting instincts,” he says, almost sheepishly.
“I don’t know if we’ll have time to arrange things before the next wave of this heat spike, but you can definitely spend time arranging things before your actual heat. ”
“O—Okay, that sounds—” I’m cut off by a wave of pain hitting me again. It twists in my gut and almost sends me to my knees.
Kane jumps forward and holds me up. His touch is comforting against my burning skin .
“Are you ready?” He murmurs. His eyes are dark and he’s breathing hard. I can feel his hardness through his slacks.
I know he’s ready.
“Yes,” I pant, clutching his forearm that’s keeping me balanced.
He lays me down in the center of the makeshift nest. I can see the pillows they’ve piled around in a cute heart shape, and if these were any other circumstances, I would stop and admire their hard work.
But I’m in pain and all my brain can really think about is how there’s a delicious-looking alpha in front of me. A safe alpha. An alpha I know will treat me right.
An alpha who’s part of a pack.
I shake my head, trying to hold onto the last threads of critical thinking I have left. “Why are—why are you the only one here?”
“We thought it’d be best for your first time with an alpha of our pack to be with me because I was the one you chose to kiss first. Consent is a bit different when your hormones are so high. We didn’t want you to make a decision you’d regret later.”
There’s a little twist of guilt in my gut that comes along with the next wave of cramps. If I weren’t so damaged, they wouldn’t have to be this careful with me.
“I can see that mind of yours working,” Kane says.
He strokes a hand along my neck and collarbone, brushing some of my hair, messy from the evening, away.
“Don’t worry, little one. I’m lucky to be your first, but the pack is planning on forever if you’ll let us.
There will be plenty more heats for us to help you through. ”
“But—but you’re not my first,” I choke out. I close my eyes, my shoulders curling as I attempt to hide from the shame I can’t shake.
He grips my chin in his hand, his hold strong enough to force me to look into his eyes.
“Did you choose any of the other bastards that forced themselves on you?” He growls .
“N—no.”
“Do you choose me?”
“Yes.” I swallow hard. “I do.”
“Then I’m your first. Nothing else matters.”
He trails a light finger down my neck and in between my breasts. My hips move upwards on their own accord, begging for his touch.
The growl that vibrates through his chest makes my breath hitch and my fingers tremble.
His fingers slide up and down the wetness between my legs. They’re light, teasing touches. They’re driving me crazy. My hips move like they have a mind of their own, searching for the relief he’s not giving me yet.
“Fuck, you have no clue how hard it was to hear your beautiful moans from the backseat while I was driving,” he groans. My cheeks burn as I catch a glimpse of his fingers, glistening with my wetness in the dim glow of the room.
He lifts his head from where it’s buried in the crook of my neck to suck my slick into his mouth.
“God, if we had more time, I’d spend an eternity worshipping you with my tongue.”
“Please—please stop teasing me.” My legs fall open, making space for him between my thighs.
His chuckle is slow and deliberate. It hums through me, pooling heat low in my belly.
I feel a gush of slick and I’m fairly certain I’m dripping down onto the sheets beneath me.
I grip his suit jacket, gesturing for him to take it off before another wave of cramps.
He tosses his jacket into the corner before ripping open his dress shirt. Buttons go flying in every direction.
His bare chest is a delicious sight. If I had more time, I’d spend time licking my way down it. According to what he said earlier, the pack wants forever with me. Which means I’ll have plenty of time in the future.
The bulge straining through his slacks draws my attention like a beacon.
It’s almost like it’s calling to the omega part of my brain.
The part of my brain that’s definitely in control of my actions, because I don’t think I’d have the boldness to do what I do without the extra boost of heat spike hormones.