38. Micha
Chapter 38
Micha
“ Y ou’ve been studying for ages, it’s time for a snuggle session!” I declared loudly as I bounded into the living room. Kennedy was sitting at the table with several books surrounding her as she studied. Charlotte was down for a nap, but we were all milling around in case she woke up.
It was almost time for finals, and pretty soon, Kennedy would be done with all her classes. She insisted that she was doing okay, but we could tell she was getting more and more exhausted as her pregnancy went on. Now that she’d passed the halfway point, she was beginning to show and more symptoms were rearing their ugly head.
She thought she looked terrible, what with the nausea and vertigo and the general feeling of ickiness. To me, she had never been more beautiful. I hated that she wasn't feeling well, and I wished I could do something to make it better for her. As an alpha, my heart cried when my omega was suffering, but I knew, deep down, that this was the cost of getting a cute little munchkin.
Charlotte was the light of my life, and I already considered her mine. The prospect of a second baby in the house was downright thrilling. As her pregnancy progressed, we were all getting more excited, and there was anticipation in the air.
Kennedy groaned, putting her pen down. “I can't snuggle. I've got more work to do.”
I shook my head. “Nope. Alpha’s orders—snuggles are imperative. Don’t forget, I am an expert in snuggle law.” As I spoke, I slid up to her, pulling her into my arms. Before she had a chance to complain, I had her up in my arms, bridal style, and was walking toward her bedroom.
“You guys okay to listen out for the tiny terror?” I asked, craning my neck to look at Eli, who was sitting on the couch, studying on his tablet.
“I can.” He smiled as he watched me cart our omega away. Being part of a pack was amazing. I didn’t understand how people could live the single life.
“This is kidnapping, you know,” Kennedy grumbled as I lightly kicked the door to her room open. Despite her words of objection, she snuggled into my chest, inhaling deeply. The further along she got in her pregnancy, the more snuggly she was becoming. It was completely normal for an omega to seek out comfort and alpha affection more as the pregnancy progressed.
“So?” I asked, raising my brows.
Kennedy snorted. “I don't know why I thought you would have an objection to kidnapping, considering you have kidnapped our child on so many occasions.”
Our child.
She’d called Charlotte our child . I hadn't heard her do that yet, and those words made my heart rate skyrocket.
“What can I say? We have a cute child.” I shrugged.
“That, she is,” Kennedy whispered as I put her on the nest, grabbing a blanket and pulling her in for a snuggle.
“Need to try and relax a bit more. You're going to work yourself into the ground,” I murmured as she nestled into me.
“I know,” she sighed. “I'm just so close to the end, I can practically taste it.”
“I'm sure you're going to do amazingly. You spend every spare minute you’re not on Mama duty studying. What are your plans after you graduate? We haven’t really thought that far ahead, have we?”
Kennedy huffed a laugh, the sound muffled by my chest. “Honestly, I just wanted to get this baby out and then go from there. What about you guys? Do you have any specific plans?”
“We want to stay in the area, because Storm is still going to be taking some classes and playing hockey. I finish next semester, and Eli as well. Charlie has two semesters to go. We discussed getting a house nearby once we’re ready.”
“This is a lovely place,” she said.
“It is,” I agreed. “But I think we all know this place has served its purpose. It was great for us during our college years, and it was perfect for starting a little family in, but once we have two kiddos running around, I think we're going to need a bit more space for them. Possibly a yard. Can you imagine them playing in little inflatable pools in the summer?”
“Oh, I've always wanted a yard,” Kennedy admitted.
And I wanted to give her everything she desired. She deserved it.
“Most of the houses we've looked at have decent-sized yards.”
“You've already looked at houses?” Kennedy asked, looking up at me with confusion on her face.
I shook my head. “A long time ago, before we even met. Last time we discussed looking at houses, we were going to wait until you felt up to it. We may not be the smartest of alphas, but we know that we cannot pick out a house without our omega’s approval.” I grinned.
Kennedy squirmed in my grip, the movement making certain parts of my body stand up to attention.
Internally, I groaned and berated myself. I had brought Kennedy to the bedroom solely to have a snuggle, and for no other reason. I would be lying if I said I wasn’t looking forward to getting a bit naked with her down the line, but given the stress of everything she had going on, we were in no rush.
Still, the idea of her naked and spread out before me as I feasted on her was a delicious mental image, almost as delicious as I imagined she would be.
Still, sometimes it sucked being responsible.
Kennedy plastered herself to me, her nose running along my neck. Her small hands snaked under my shirt and hugged me tightly, her nails digging lightly into my skin.
The moment her lips found my neck, my entire brain went blank. Her lips were like fire, and every part of my body was standing to attention.
Sweet, floral vanilla filled the room, and it was obvious by the way she was grinding against me, and the way her scent was blooming, that she was thinking more dirty thoughts than me, which was an achievement.
“Kennedy,” I groaned.
“Please,” she panted.
“We don’t have to,” I murmured. I didn't want her to feel pressured into doing anything with me, just because I was the only pack mate she hadn’t slept with.
“I want to,” she whined, before going still and pulling back. “Wait, do you not want to?” she asked in a small voice as a look of horror covered her face. “Oh my god, I’m so s—” She attempted to pull away, but I dragged her closer to me.
“Kennedy! Do you seriously think I don't want this?” I asked with raised eyebrows.
“Well, I don't know!” she hissed. “I don't want to push you into something just because the rest of your pack is into me.”
I stared down at her in shock. “Have I given you any indication that I'm not into you?”
“I don’t think so…” Kennedy trailed off.
“Exactly, I've just been waiting for the right time. You've got a lot going on at the moment. Between looking after the tiny terror and growing the second tiny terror and studying, it's a lot.”
“That doesn't mean I'm not up for a little stress relief.” Kennedy shrugged.
My boner was rock hard at this point. I didn’t think there was any blood left in my head. “Are you sure?”
Kennedy glowered up at me as her hands tugged at my waistband. “Ask me again, and I’ll go find Eli to take care of me.”
Well, I couldn’t let that happen, could I?
Instead of replying, I pressed my lips against hers. She was just as sweet as I’d imagined. I wanted to taste everything she had to offer.
“Micha,” she whined.
“Say my name again,” I growled.
“Micha,” she repeated, making my blood boil with need. “I need to come.”
“So impatient.” I smirked.
“Not my fault you guys walk around shirtless all the time. It's not fair to my poor ovaries.”
“Well, you can ask for stress relief anytime you want,” I murmured, trailing kisses along her neck. I wanted to take my time with her, gently kissing every inch of her skin. But Kennedy had other ideas. Grabbing the hem of the oversized T-shirt she was wearing, she pulled it up and over her head, freeing her glorious tits.
They had definitely gotten bigger. I would know because I had spent a good amount of time staring at Kennedy’s tits while trying not to look like a creeper. It wasn’t my fault she was so goddamn stunning I couldn't keep my eyes off her. And it wasn't like I was only staring at her tits; I would also stare at the way her nose tilted up, the way her mouth curved when she smiled, or the way her ass looked absolutely spectacular in leggings.
What can I say? I was an alpha who contained multitudes.
“I should,” Kennedy agreed. “I’ve been so busy, but I’m getting to that stage of pregnancy when I’m a walking horndog.”
I paused. “This happened before?”
Kennedy nodded. “Toward the end of my second trimester with Charlotte, all I could think about was sex. I was basically a frat boy for a while.” She laughed.
“And just how did you deal with those urges?” I asked, keeping my voice level, even though it was a difficult task. The idea of anyone else touching her made me want to fly into a rage. Kennedy was mine.
Ours.
My pack mates could touch her, and that was damn hot to watch, but anyone else, and I would try and murder them. I knew it wasn’t rational. Kennedy was a grown woman, and she had her own needs to take care of, and none of us had been around to take care of them back then.
But alpha instincts weren't exactly logical in nature.
They were possessive and domineering. If I thought for one moment Kennedy would accept it, I would kidnap her and our adorable tiny terror and keep them locked away in a cabin in the middle of nowhere. Somewhere only my pack mates and I could be with her. No one else deserved to be in her presence.
If another alpha had touched her while pregnant, I was going to lose my mind. If she told me his name, how hard would it be for me to track him down and punch him a few times? The fucker would clearly deserve it for touching what was mine.
“I masturbated. A lot.” Kennedy laughed. “Relax, Micha, you look like you're about to have an aneurysm.”
“Sorry, I'm feeling a little possessive,” I admitted, gently tracing a finger over her nipple, enjoying the way it pebbled for me.
“Don't you worry, you guys are it for me. Honestly, I don't think I could ever date again, because no man is ever going to live up to everything you guys have done for me. You've ruined me.”
A rush of pride hit me. We had ruined her for everyone else? Perfect. I would happily spend the rest of my life making sure that Kennedy was so goddamn spoiled, she would never leave us.
I doubted it would be that difficult, since Kennedy had been so badly treated in the past. She didn't understand everything she deserved in life. We'd been doing the bare minimum, and she had been acting like we were spoiling her past recognition.
That just made spoiling her a whole lot more fun.
“Masturbating, you say?” I asked, cocking an eyebrow. “You know, I'm going to have to see that at some point. Did you just use your fingers, or did you use a toy?”
“I used a toy, but it was cheap and old, and it died before I got to the end of my pregnancy.” She pouted.
Well, if our girl liked toys, I guess it was my duty to order her all kinds of toys. I would get children's toys for Charlotte and adult toys for Mommy and Daddy.
“That’s a tragedy,” I said.
“I agree!” She laughed. “So, I guess for now, you guys are going to have to do!”
“I think we can rise to the challenge,” I said as I bent, capturing one of her nipples in my mouth. A low moan escaped Kennedy’s chest.
“That feels so good,” she said breathlessly.
“That is only the start.” I rolled us so I was hovering above her, my eyes never leaving her chest.
Kennedy was perfection.
Sinking down, I ignored Kennedy's protests as she tried to keep kissing me while I gripped the waistband of her sleep shorts and pulled them off.
A waft of sweet slick scent hit me in the face. My mouth filled with saliva, and I wanted nothing more than to dive in.
Kennedy smelled better than any dessert I'd ever come across. Sweet and floral but also musky.
I dove in and ate like a starving man, sucking her clit deep into my mouth as I explored. She writhed in my grip, her breathy, panting moans music to my ears.
“So wet and ready, this pussy is just begging to be fucked, isn’t it?” I asked.
“Yes!” Kennedy shouted. “If you don't oblige me soon, I'm going to go find someone else. Fuck foreplay,” she growled.
I didn't think having an omega growl at me in bed would be such a turn-on, but turned out, it was. Giving her sweet pussy one more kiss, I slowly climbed over her, caging her in my arms. She didn’t look worried about being trapped under me; in fact, she looked excited .
Using one hand, I tugged my cock free, lining it up with her folds.
“I’ll be tasting that later,” Kennedy muttered as she wriggled her hips, trying to pull me closer.
“I'll be taking you up on the offer, as long as you let me return the favor,” I said as I hovered near her entrance.
“Give me a few orgasms fast, and you can do that as much as you want.” Kennedy smirked. All I could smell was her slick—it was everywhere—and my alpha was beating at my chest to fuck and claim my omega.
“You asked for it,” I said, pushing forward in one, quick thrust.
Holy sweet fucking Jesus.
Kennedy’s pussy was like a vise; it clung to me in the most mind-blowing way, as though my cock would never be free of these confines. Not that I would complain if that was the case. I would happily stay locked in Kennedy’s pussy for the remainder of my life. The rest of our pack could bring us snacks and sustenance while I pleased our omega.
“Fuck, so big,” Kennedy moaned. The cuss word casually falling out of her mouth was so damn hot, considering she was usually so prim and proper.
“That’s what you need, isn’t it? You need this big cock to fuck you full of cum every day.”
“Fuck, yes!” she panted as I reared back and thrust all the way to the base again. Every thrust was measured and deep. Part of me needed to race ahead, fast and furious, but I wanted to savor Kennedy.
“You have any idea how many times I fucked my hand, thinking of these sweet sounds you make?”
“You have?” Kennedy asked breathlessly.
I nodded, my pace never faltering. “Ever since I heard my pack mates fucking you first thing in the morning, I couldn't stop thinking about it. I've touched myself thinking about that in the shower and in my bed, always imagining your sweet pussy or mouth wrapped around my cock.”
Kennedy hummed, her nails digging into my shoulders, pulling me closer. “And does the reality live up to the fantasy?”
“Oh, the reality is far better than the fantasy, omega. I don't know how my pack mates have been able to keep a straight face around you, knowing that your pussy grips them like this. I wouldn’t be able to stop myself from seeking out this warm cunt at every opportunity.”
“There’s no one stopping you,” Kennedy panted, her teeth running along my neck. My balls slapped against her ass with each thrust, and already, my cock was throbbing with the desperate need to release.
“I’m going to shoot my cum so deep in you, omega, you’re going to smell like me for weeks.”
Her pussy clenched around me. Clearly, she liked that idea.
I took my time savoring every sensation. Everything about her was amazing. She responded to my touch beautifully, so sensitive and needy. I wanted—no, I needed—to see her face as she came. To see wave after wave of pleasure hit her as I filled her with cum.
“I’m close,” Kennedy panted, her body starting to tremble.
“Hold off, omega. I want to feel you come as I knot you,” I instructed firmly.
Kennedy whined but nodded.
My pace increased, and I stopped restraining myself, letting my body take what it wanted. My balls tightened as my knot started expanding.
“Close,” Kennedy whined.
“Now!” I growled, thrusting one last time as my knot rapidly expanded inside her, my cock throbbing with release as I pumped rope after rope of cum into her.
Her walls tightened, and my knot felt fucking fantastic.
We collapsed in a puddle of limbs and sweat on the bed, refusing to let each other go as we came down from our high.