Chapter 29
Oriana
A frustrated growl escaped me as I ripped off my dress and added it to the pile of rejects. I’d gone through nearly everything I owned and nothing felt right.
I knew I was overthinking, but tonight felt like a big deal and I didn’t want to second guess myself the entire damn night.
A single knock was my warning before Tate walked in and closed the door behind himself. His tan face was set in a grim line and he raised one eyebrow at the scene before him.
A pile of discarded clothes, a half-naked omega, and the slight wobble in my lip.
“I can’t listen to you pacing and freaking out any more,” he said as he finally moved closer until he was close enough I had to tilt my head back to look up at him.
“What if I’m not good enough?” I asked, the insecurities in my head spilling out of my lips in Tate’s presence. Something about the sturdy, calm alpha had me willing to spill my darkest thoughts.
“You are. End of story.”
“That simple?” I asked around a startled laugh.
“You are an omega who survived a broken bond. An omega who took time to heal, then shaped her entire life from scratch. One who realized that the hand dealt to her was unfair and came home to demand her ex take action or she was never giving him a chance. An omega who found a pack yet didn’t push them away.”
“I…” My words were cut off as he continued, voice even, yet fierce enough to send a shiver down my spine. The gravel in his voice didn’t hurt.
“On top of that, you’re fucking breathtaking. Gorgeous copper hair and enough attitude to match. Fathomless ocean blue eyes that I could get lost in. A huge heart that you never once lost even in the worst of times. You’re kind, caring, intelligent, strong, and gorgeous. You are the entire package, Oriana, and we are damn lucky to call you ours.”
“But,” I argued. He put a finger to my lips to stop me.
“If the next words aren’t ‘Yes, Alpha, I am all of those things’, then I don’t want to hear it,” he growled, keeping his finger over my lips as he leaned in and ran his face up and down my neck, scent marking me. “No excuses. Just confidence. You found your worth and if you truly want to forgive and move on, then you have to make that choice for yourself. However, you can’t keep waiting and watching for him to fail.”
Was I doing that? Outside of my freakout, did I keep holding my breath and waiting for him to do the same thing all over again?
Despite the fact he’d regretted it and tried to reach out, had even gone to my house and called. Then he wrote letters, kept my dreams alive, and never truly gave up.
Fuck, I was.
When he saw me deflate, he pulled me in and held me tight. Fresh linen, fallen snow, and warm spice surrounded me, diving into my senses and working out the tension that had built for the last hour.
When he released me, he looked softer, the smile making me melt.
“Now, as much as I’d love to keep you in nothing but this, I think we may have to choose if you want to go out still,” he said, biting back a groan as his eyes scanned over me again.
I’d chosen well, the matching black set accentuated every soft curve of my body.
“Or…” I teased. “You can fuck me first so your scent is clinging to me as I face this moment.”
His eyes rolled back as he took a steadying breath. I braced myself for rejection but the alpha in front of me did not disappoint.
A squeak escaped me as I was plucked off my feet and tossed onto my bed. I fell with a gasp as Tate crawled over me, trailing his nose up my legs, over my pelvis, up my abdomen, between my breasts, and not stopping until he reached my neck.
“You can’t tempt an alpha with an offer like that and expect us to refuse. If you want me to stop, tell me now, omega.”
“I need you, alpha,” I pleaded, a whine in my voice. My skin was on fire, heat spreading over it, practically molten everywhere his skin touched mine.
His chest rumbled in answer, not quite a purr but a primal noise that shook through me, making my pussy ache and slick to wet the lace in response.
“Do I need a condom, Oriana?” he asked as he pulled away enough to study my face.
“I want you, just you, and your knot,” I told him, giving him the consent he needed.
Words were left behind as he descended on me. His hot mouth trailed kisses down my body, ripping away the black lace in his way and tossing it aside.
He nuzzled into the valley of my breasts before tasting me, sucking one peaked nipple into his mouth while his fingers rolled the other, pinching slightly to send a shock of pain through me before he switched, soothing it away.
It was hard to think or focus on one thing as he continued down, exploring my body as if he was committing it to memory.
I’d never felt more cherished in my life. Every touch and taste was purposeful and met with another rumble. I was realizing there was more to the alpha purr than placating his omega.
My legs spread wider for him and he wasted no time tossing the black lace aside so he could taste me. Despite his desperation to have me, my alpha wasn’t lackluster or hurried. He was precise.
I tried not to think about the kind of experience he earned, because in this moment I was grateful for it.
He licked and sucked at my clit before pushing his tongue into my core and fucking me with it. There was no rhythm set or enough to tip me over the edge, especially with him holding my hips down so I couldn’t grind onto his face, but each deliberate swipe of his tongue or nibble of his teeth had me pouring slick and begging for mercy.
Tate’s tongue was magical, or maybe that was just the man himself. He adjusted according to each noise I made, in no hurry to do more than to drown me in pure fucking bliss.
My breathing was ragged as needy whines escaped me.
The door burst open, startling me but Tate made no effort to stop, too transfixed on his task.
Or so I thought.
“Perfect timing Lane, fill her mouth with something to keep the noise down. I’d hate to disturb the others.”
It was teasing and playful, but a fresh wave of slick told him just how much I wanted that.
Lane’s eyes darkened as he stalked forward, his clothes falling away as he moved.
“Princess,” he said, voice breathless with want. “You’re even more perfect than I imagined.”
“She tastes incredible,” Tate added before pushing two fingers into my core and fusing his mouth around my clit. My screams were loud and unexpected as I bucked against him, eyes rolling back as insane pleasure coursed through me.
“Ready for me, Princess?” Lane asked, voice strained.
My head fell to the side, met with the sight of glinting metal and a long, thick cock. My mouth watered and another whine escaped before I wet my lips with my tongue and parted them for him.
“Like what you see?” he asked as he teased the tip over my lips, precum salty as his scent pulsed in the air.
I breathed in his warm and sweet scent through my nose as I wrapped my lips around him. With Tate holding one hip and keeping me unfocused as he overloaded me with pleasure, it wasn’t easy, but the moment Lane’s groans joined me I couldn’t help but give him everything I had.
The cool metal was stark against my heated mouth, but each ridge teased over me as he pulled back then thrust forward again. I kept my jaw relaxed as I reached for him, fingers gripping his thigh as I encouraged him to take over.
Lane didn’t need convincing. His fingers tangled in my copper hair and nonsensical praises fell from his lips as he fucked my throat. Each thrust was bruising and possessive, as if he wasn’t able to control himself, he needed me too much.
Honestly, I needed them both. This was exactly the thing my omega needed to truly settle.
We couldn’t predict the future or how well our pack would do, but we were hopeful. If they wanted me this much, no, needed me, then we’d be fine.
I’d be fine. I would never have to be alone again.
As teeth clamped down gently around my clit, I couldn’t hold back. My cries were muffled by Lane’s cock, my body tensing as the waves of pleasure washed over me, stealing my vision as white-hot bliss tore through me.
I don’t think I’d ever come so hard in my life.
My moans had Lane struggling to keep control. Only a few more thrusts and he was falling right over that precipice with me, tumbling down as he painted my throat and tongue in his release.
The air smelled like warm apple pie in the middle of the first snow of winter, a spicy musk of pheromones lacing it until my head was practically swimming.
They were intoxicating and I was willingly downing greedy breaths of them.
Lane pulled out, falling to his knees and pressing his lips against mine. Tate shifted, but didn’t leave me as I felt his cock pressing into my swollen pussy.
Lane swallowed down my cries as Tate pushed forward until his knot pushed past my resistance. It had been too long since I’d taken a knot but my body welcomed him easily.
“So fucking perfect,” Lane praised as he pulled away, smiling down at me like I hung the moon. His eyes were intense, but dreamy, still drunk on his own pleasure but I had his full attention.
My mouth fell open as Tate started to move, fucking me hard and fast now like he couldn’t help himself.
“Fuck, you feel so fucking good, Oriana. So tight around my knot, begging for me to swell inside of you, claim you from the inside out,” he praised. The gravel in his voice was deeper now and his eyebrows were furrowed in concentration.
“I think I can make this even better,” Lane whispered in my ear, his teeth teasing over the shell as his hand slid down my body before finding my clit between me and my alpha.
He gathered my slick before rubbing his fingers over my clit, setting a rhythm almost as punishing as Tate fucking me. He applied enough pressure that I was bucking against them both, eyes rolling back and feral, keening cries filling the air.
I’d never experienced more than a few orgasms at a time, but here I was chasing two, then three, then four, as my alpha fucked me.
My mind was blissfully blank, everything centered around the sensitive intensity of the pleasure they wrung from my body.
Tate’s knot had pushed my body to its limits, filling me until I felt like I couldn’t take it, then he somehow expanded more.
It stole my breath and forced another orgasm out of me. This one was borderline painful but Lane shifted and buried his head between us so he could soothe me with his tongue.
My entire body was limp and sated as Tate finally came, his fingers bruising my hips and his purr vibrating through us both. I could feel his warm seed filling me as his knot locked us together.
“Fuck,” I cursed as I gasped against it. Lane’s tongue was still slowly coaxing more pleasure from me as Tate rocked his knot even deeper, with shallow thrusts. His knot was huge, bigger than I’d ever experienced, and I was in a blissed out state.
“I think we broke our omega,” Tate chuckled, gasping for his own breaths. “Fuck, that was incredible. You’re fucking perfect, Oriana. Made for us. Made for me.”
Everything he said was punctuated with a deep, possessive edge.
How could I doubt my place in this pack when they just showed me exactly what I meant to them?