8. Hunter
Chapter eight
Hunter
The first round was a frenzy, and she fell into not quite a sleep but almost a resting state. A place where the frantic pounding of arousal and need stilled.
Crow slithers up the nest, pushing her thighs apart and sinking into her. I’m about to protest, but he rolls them, and she buries her face in his neck and relaxes.
I cock my head to the side, watching. The tension in the room fades even further with Crow’s touch. He kisses her face as he slowly moves inside her. So, it would appear this omega likes touch almost as much as Crow does. That is interesting.
This whole situation is bizarre, and I’m feeling all sorts of things that I need to not be thinking in the nest. My negativity won’t help anyone right now. We all need to be alert and calm.
Saint is leaning up against the wall, watching them intently. I want to rail at him, demand he fix this, run away. Because there’s something else inside me that is getting louder and louder and is becoming impossible to ignore.
I want her. So simple. I. Want. Her.
She was a virgin. Why the hell didn’t she say anything? Why did she let us hurt her? This omega is destroying all my preconceived notions.
My mouth waters as passion fruit fills the air, and I find myself drawn towards her, unable to stay away. I grip her around the waist, pulling her off Crow.
I stand her up and stare into those glazed and frenzied eyes. She looks ravenous and wild. Untamed. Her white hair is a sultry cloud around her, her eyes have turned to sapphires. She is luminous and sensual.
A wild fantasy brought to life.
“I want you to beg, Omega.” Those words and the tone I use make me flinch, but I can’t bring myself to take them back. But Bethany just presses closer, panting.
“Please, Alpha.”
I close my eyes. “I would give you anything you asked for, anything you needed, if you just say my name,” I whisper the words, absolutely sure she’s too out of it to understand.
Her hands land on either side of my cheeks, delicately holding me still. All my focus is on her when I open my eyes.
“Hunter, I need you.”
I open my mouth to protest, to argue, to try to talk her out of it, but her lips land on mine. She kisses me like she’s starving for my touch. Her hands slide up over my shoulders, and I’m reminded, forcefully, that she’s naked. I lift my hands, hesitating for just a moment before all my protests fade. I slide my fingers up her back, pulling her closer. She arches into my hold, panting and squirming against me.
“Need you, Alpha. Please.”
I drag her down to the nest and lay over the top of her. Her thighs part immediately. I grind myself against her sopping cunt.
“What do you need, Omega?”
“Knots, your knot.”
I growl and seize her breast, squeezing it until she writhes against me.
“Yes! More!”
Her eyes pin me, but the challenge in them drags out the alpha in me. I lift my chest but keep my pelvis pinning her.
I seize her throat in my hand and press. She moans. I can feel her body twitching and rocking against me. This doesn’t scare her at all. I don’t scare her. The relief is instant.
“You like this, Omega?” I croon, putting a bite into my words.
“Yes,” she barely breathes, those eyes open again, and this time, her pupils are huge and black.
I curse under my breath and shift my hips, rubbing my cock through her slick-drenched folds.
“Yes! More!” She moans and arches. Her hands claw at my shoulders, pulling me down. I tighten the hold on her throat, cutting off her ability to breathe. Her mouth parts, her lower lip shiny and puffy.
I lean over her really slowly; I take her lower lip in between my teeth and tug. She tastes like salt and passion fruit, like something I’ve always wanted but never knew I did. I thrust my hips and grind against her.
“Fuck, you feel so good, Omega. How can you be this wet?” I growl through my hold on her. The temptation to bite just a little harder, to draw blood, to give her my bond, pounds at me.
I loosen my grip, and she takes a deep breath and immediately licks my teeth. There is something so animalistic about it that I lose myself.
My next thrust lodges the tip of my cock inside her. Just a bit. Like I’ve just caught the edge and slipped inside. An accident.
A fortuitous accident.
Her hand slides down my side and returns, dragging her nails up my body. I shudder and thrust all the way in, one savage thrust that sinks me deep.
Her head goes back, and she lets out a grunt, the cutest, sexist sound. I want to bottle everything about her. Chain her to our bed. Keep her there forever.
These weird thoughts slam into my head, mixing with the plan, muddling it, confusing everything. All I want is her. I tighten my hold on her throat, let go of her lip, and thrust my tongue into her mouth while I slam the entire length of my cock into the hot, velvet sheath that is gripping me mercilessly.
“Hunter!”
“You’re going to take it all and then my knot. All of it. Every. Last. Inch!” I growl, punctuating each word with a thrust that makes her cry out.
“Hunter!” Crow says again.
I snarl at Crow and shift my hand from her throat to her chin. I yank her head to the side and bite her neck, at the last minute, pulling my attack so it doesn’t break skin.
“Hunter!” she screams.
And that’s what I want. My name on her lips is a scream that echoes around this nest. Mine.
Her thighs wrap around my hips, her feet digging into my ass cheeks, urging me on. I grab her wrist and slam it to the floor of the nest, locking our hands together.
“Are you ready, Omega?” I snarl.
I’m so far out of control I can’t even find who I am. I’m lost in the feel of her, in the drive to make her mine. To leave my marks all over her.
“Please!” she begs.
“Perfect little omega begs exactly how I dreamed,” I snarl. “Beg me for my knot now,” I taunt. “And I’ll think about giving it to you.”
“Give me your knot! Please!” she wails.
“Say please again,” I whisper-growl.
“PLEASE!”
“You want it, you got it.”
On the next thrust, I push hard, forcing the thick ridge of my knot against her entrance. It feels so damn good. I almost come right there. I squeeze her wrist, panting into her mouth.
She doesn’t care, she just rolls her hips and clings to me. Her eyes wide and unfocused.
“Hunter, I need your knot!”
“I’m going to give it to you baby, don’t you worry!”
I snarl, and the sound echoes around the room. All of everything, the entire life I’ve lived up until now, nothing feels so important as this moment, and I couldn’t stop if someone held a gun to my head.
“Hunter!” she sobs.
She’s so close.
But so am I.
I pull back, lifting my upper chest up so I can brace myself on the floor, and then I thrust again. And this time, my knot sinks into the tight heat of her cunt.
“Your perfect cunt is knotted, Omega. Your wish is fulfilled. Now, scream for me!” I roar at her, and then I continue fucking her.
And she screams.
I keep moving until I can’t hold myself up anymore. Until my arms and legs are weak, and she’s lying under me with a dreamy smile on her lips.
I collapse on her and roll us to the side.
“Fuck,” Crow whispers.
I look over and find Saint lying with his head in Crow’s lap, licking and sucking Crow’s thick length, but Crow’s hungry, fiery eyes are on me.
I cuddle the omega closer to me and close my eyes.
What the fuck was that?
I never lose control. Not like that. Not ever.
I could have hurt her.
Bethany snuggles into my chest and kisses me in her sleep.
Where just a short while before, I needed to make her mine, body and soul, now there is just a deep desire to protect her and keep her safe. I tighten my arms and watch as Saint pleasures Crow.
Everything in me feels calm like the mirror surface of a lake. This is the most profound moment of my life, and I lock it so now one else knows just how changed I am.
Saint’s been resisting her. I’m not sure why, but he’s holding back. Crow and I have knotted her multiple times now, but despite her pleas, Saint is refusing. His expression gets tight and closed off every time.
But I’m exhausted, and so is Crow.
“Saint, you have to.”
He swallows hard and shakes his head.
“Why?” I snarl.
He looks at me, and I feel a wave of fear come from the bond. I frown, rubbing at my chest. What does that mean?
I open my mouth to ask more when he stands up and nods. His expression is determined.
“Fine, you win. I’ll do it.”
He stomps towards her. She is lying on the nest, her eyes closed, her fingers buried in her cunt, whining incessantly. Piteously. Like she’s in agony.
For a long moment, he stands there with his hands clenching and unclenching. He wants her. It’s clear as day. His thick erection is harder than I’ve ever seen.
I frown, watching his behaviour. Trying to determine what the problem is. But I’m not quite seeing the whole picture.
He crouches suddenly and reaches out, but hesitates.
I glance at Crow, who is also watching, but there’s no answer on his face.
Saint heaves a sigh, and then rubs his hand over his face before he reaches out again. His hand trembles, but then he touches her. Just the slightest touch. She stops whining, but he seems mesmerised by his hand and the way his fingers spread across the curve of her thigh.
All at once, they turn to each other, and it’s something I’ve never seen. Saint is so gentle with her. He treats her like she’s porcelain, talking softly to her. She cries into his shoulder while he plays with her breasts. He brings her to climax multiple times, and only when he’s satisfied does he pull her onto his lap. She wraps herself around him. He guides himself in and then, it’s not fucking, it’s not even sex. They are worshipping each other. It’s a mutual pleasuring. His hands slide over her skin while she combs her fingers through his hair.
They spend hours locked in this position, exploring each other.
I back away, needing space, finally understanding why Saint was trying so hard to keep his distance.
His feelings go so deep. Once he is committed to you, it’s for life. I forget that about him sometimes. But right now, what he’s doing with her. It’s different. This is Saint almost giving up everything he is. He’s giving her his past, his present, and his future.
And he knows he can’t keep her.
He knows what’s coming.
He’s ripping his own heart out while he’s making love to the omega. I press my knuckles to my mouth to stop the tears that keep threatening to come up.
Even Crow is quiet, sitting close to me, unable to take his eyes off them.
Saint is our rock, our north, he’s the control when the world is falling apart. He’s the protector, the fighter, the cheerleader, our parent, and our lover. He’s everything we need him to be. Dominate and in charge in life. Submissive to Crow in the bedroom.
He gives us everything.
And right now, he’s giving her everything he can.
She cries out, wrapping herself around him tighter. He murmurs to her and strokes her hair.
I sink to the ground, wrecked.
It’s like a glimpse into a future that we forgot we couldn’t have. Crow reaches out and grips my hand. I cling to him, feeling sick.
Tomorrow, when her heat is done…we need to break this omega’s heart.
What have we done?