33. Elliot
Sadie’s scent rises again and my body tightens, knowing she’s going to crest and finally slide down this wave. Every muscle is sore, my mind delirious, and my cock raging.
Beneath me, Graham moans, his back arched as I thrust inside his tight hole.
“Fuck. So good. I love how you wreck me with that big dick,” Graham cries, his voice gravelly and low.
I watch my shaft sink between his cheeks, growling at the sight of my thick cock stuffing him. I’ve always been leery of my size, but during this heat, I’ve watched Red, Doc, and Graham come apart under me over and over. I like that I can bring them so much pleasure. I tuck away their sounds and expressions like little love tokens, hoarding them.
Graham releases a needy moan that lights up my soul. I grab hold of his sun-kissed hair, pulling him back toward me and scraping my teeth along the scruff of his jaw before digging my hands into his hips. Doc sits up on his elbows, his blond head moving under his mate. I can’t see what he’s doing to Graham’s nipples, but I can hear Graham’s moans and his pleasure at being sandwiched between us. I reach around Graham’s hip and grab hold of their cocks, sliding along their thick shafts and pumping them between my curled fist.
In front of us, Sadie mirrors Graham’s position, locked between Hunter and Logan. This round, our heat-bossy omega laid us out in the nest and put us where she wanted. It’s been like that most of the heat. She’s started making this cute sound, then there will be a tug in the bond, like a command. It’s adorable and needy. I’m in love with everything about this bossy version of Red that’s explicit in expressing her needs.
Right now, I can tell she wants to feel marked. She’s mewling, the sounds coming out of her going straight to my dick. She loves how her Prime is taking her, staking his claim. The thrill of it rings through our bonds, making my teeth ache with the need to bite.
Hunter fucks her ass in deep strokes. He has the fleshy part of her ass gripped in his hands, and on every couple of thrusts, he uses them to smack her ass and rake his blunt nails over the curve of her back. Her pale skin blooms in red patches where he’s touched her, marking her.
Our Prime stutters, then his hips pound into her faster. “That’s right, princess. Squeeze that pussy. I can feel how you’re teasing him, driving him crazy.”
Red whines, grinding down on Logan, her pussy lips stretching around the knotted cock ring he’s wearing. The sight of both her holes filled makes the heat in my gut flare with need and I let go of the hold I have on my control, feral in my thrusts.
Beneath me, Graham’s breathy pants pull my eyes back to my alphas. I kiss down his spine, mesmerized by the way the hard planes of muscle flex as he rocks his powerful body back into mine. Doc’s hand clutches me from under our threesome, his hand gripping my ass as I fuck his mate and stroke their cocks.
I hear Hunter growl in the background, “Yes, baby girl, you’re such a good omega. Wringing a whole pack dry with your sweet sounds.”
Out the corner of my eyes, I see Logan grip Red’s throat, his tongue tangling with hers in a messy, open-mouthed kiss. I kiss Graham’s shoulder, wondering what it would feel like to leave my mark there like I did on Red.
Movement pulls my head toward Sadie. I grind into Graham, and he squeezes around me at the same time our omega sits up, bracing her arms wide on the nest bed. She throws her head back on a shout, her body trembling with her orgasm.
It calls forth all her mates. Hunter and Logan grunt their orgasms as my grip tenses on my alpha lovers. My balls draw tight, my dick aching with the need to come. My hand drags up and down their slicked cocks and I roll my hips, sinking back into Graham’s tight warmth. My knot nudges against the cheeks of Graham’s ass and he tenses beneath me.
The sight of his arched back is my undoing. I squeeze his hip and give one more thrust, my cock erupting in time with theirs. Cum covers my hand and I bring it to my lips, licking the salty taste of their combined release.
Sadie whines for me. I lean over and feed her their cum, stuffing the tips of my fingers into her greedy mouth. Her glazed eyes shine with so much love it makes my heart ache. I bend over my lovers and take her mouth, savoring the taste of the four of us together.
Other mouths join ours, punctuating the moment with sloppy kisses and tangled limbs. Some of the red glaze of lust dissipates as we collapse into a pile. Sadie crawls to my chest, her hand splayed over my heart, and each of her mates soothes her skin, touching and petting her until her breathing evens out.
It’s already been four days. My dick is raw as fuck, but I hold her to me and purr, knowing I’ll keep going, giving her whatever she needs. My bond thrums with contentment, even the new ones that feel like brotherhood and family, a rope knotted around my mating bond and holding us all together as one. The scent of sex and pack is thick in the nest, and I close my eyes, resting before the next crest.
When I come to,the air inside the nest has changed and I know instinctively that her heat has broken. I run my hands along her back, my fingers working the knots in her tangled hair. Minutes pass as I lie with my pack, the sounds of their snoring and deep breathing like a soothing lullaby.
She stirs, and I pick up my sleepy omega, carrying her to our nest bathroom. “Shower or bath?”
“Shower and then a bath.” Her raspy voice sends a shiver up my spine, the lingering evidence of her heat making my chest tingle with warmth.
I run the bath, filling it with the oils Graham left on the ledge while we brush our teeth, then I carry her to the shower. I set her down on wobbly legs under the spray, washing her in gentle, quick movements with soapy hands. She purrs as I wash away the remnants of her heat, her eyes closed and her expression dreamy. When she’s clean, I take my sopping omega to the bath and wade with her into the pack tub.
I sit on the submerged bench, and she curls up against my chest. We let the hot water work on our tired muscles.
“How you feeling?” I ask when her muscles relax.
“Well loved.”
And damn if that isn’t the best thing I’ve ever heard. “Love you, Red.”
“Love you, Bear,” she says, voice tired but strong.
We hold each other, letting our bonds fill the quiet.
The others join us in pairs. Graham and Doc come in first, stopping at the sink to brush their teeth, then wading next to us in the water. They clean each other and snuggle into our cuddle.
“Morning, love,” Doc says, reaching over to take Sadie’s mouth in a slow, sensual kiss. It’s full of devotion and I savor the way whatever he’s feeding her in his bond and his touch makes Red feel cherished.
Graham kisses my neck. “Checking in. How you holding up?” He tugs my chin and curious brown eyes drink me in.
I slant my lips over his in response. “Happy and in need of dick cream. Definitely a steak.”
“Same.” Graham laughs into my neck.
Sadie peeks at the two of us, her smile dopey. “You guys make me happy.”
Graham smacks his lips to hers, tugging her through the water and onto his lap. He kisses her cheeks and cards his fingers through her hair. The two of them whisper back and forth.
Doc snuggles into my chest and sighs. “I wonder if we smell different.”
I take a deep whiff. He smells like Doc, home and espresso and the cookbook he made for me years ago. “You smell the same to me.”
“We would. The omega kiss, if it was that, changes our scent to others. I kinda want to conduct a survey.”
“Informally. You’re not dragging us into your research, Doc.”
“Of course not,” he says, obviously horrified by the thought. Thank the gods. The last thing I want is for my pack to be involved in any more shit. He rubs his hand on my chest. “Can you feel new bonds, El?”
“I think so, but it feels different than the mate bond.”
Doc hums. “How so?”
I try to explain. “It’s like the whole loaf of bread instead of a single ingredient. I don’t know. I made that shit up…” I mumble the end words, embarrassed to be talking out of my ass.
Doc turns in my lap, straddling me and gripping my neck in a possessive move that makes my muscles go lax. “That sounds smart.” He kisses me in slow sips before he pulls back. “It’s like a feeling for me, and light. But it does feel whole, like you said. As if home lives inside my chest in a new way.”
Doc presses a single, soft kiss to my neck, and it feels like a bite.
Before I can think about what that means, Hunter and Logan stumble in, both of them looking absolutely sex-drunk and worse for wear.
Sadie laughs at the mess of Hunter’s hair and the way Logan looks as if he’s been caught in some kind of cum web. His ass is sporting the word “boy” and he’s never looked prouder of himself.
I laugh with her at the ways my pack is the most, but I love this family we make.
Sadie floats to the step, taking the pair’s hands. They step down into the hot water, sighing and letting our omega tend to them.
“I think we need to make another ribbon,” Doc says quietly in my ear.
“Not needed. I already had a Heat MVP trophy made, Doc.”
He chuckles, the vibrations buzzing along my chest. “Good alpha,” he says, the pride in the sound zipping straight to my heart.
“You taught me well,” I say teasingly, but it rings with truth.
“No, El, you’ve always been wonderful all on your own.” He gives me a last peck, then cuddles under Graham’s arm.
Damn, Doc makes me weak when he talks like that. He has always made me feel as if I’m somebody to him. I like how that feels, knowing I matter.
We lounge in the water together, resting and talking softly until the water turns cool and our skin prunes.
Graham dries Sadie off as Doc prepares the creams for her post heat. The pack dries off around her, watching as Doc massages the cream into her tender nipples before he bends her over the counter and spreads her cheeks. He applies the cream to her pussy, rubbing back and forth along her lips and pushing the cream inside before repeating those movements on her ass. My heat-spent dick tries valiantly to get hard at the sight of his tender care of her.
When he’s finished, Lo sets her on the bathroom counter and takes over, massaging lotion into her face and abraded skin. “Come here, El. I’ll teach you to braid.”
I hastily put on sweats, the others around me getting dressed. I join them at the mirror, fumbling through my first try. I try again and almost mess up when Doc sneaks his hand down my pants to massage cream into my heat-chafed skin.
“A little warning,” I say.
Lo cackles. “Welcome to our post-heat club, El.”
He’s teasing, but I love it. For Sadie’s first heat, I had to take a lot of breaks and I missed the aftercare. It was too much for me then. That was what I could give at the time, and I feel good about it. But I also love that during this heat, I’ve been able to be more present.
Red smiles at me in the mirror as I finish her braid. It still isn’t great. I go to restart, but she makes that chirping noise.
I freeze, holding up my hand. “I’ll leave it.”
I tug a rubber band around the braid like Lo shows me. She turns to look at me over her shoulder and holds out her lips for a kiss. Everyone in the room makes an amused sound.
Hunter walks back into the bathroom, tugging on a shirt. “I guess our princess is here to stay, huh, baby?” He grabs her from the counter and carries her through our nest.
Red groans. “Thank you all for taking such good care of me during my heat. Now I know you love me, because from what I remember, I was like a heat gremlin.”
I’ve never seen her be so in charge before this heat. It was adorable in some moments, hot as fuck in others. It’s different from an alpha’s dominance or even a bark, but no less weighty. We’re hers now in a way we weren’t before, but I don’t know how to describe it. It’s a bone-deep claiming, adding another layer to our bond.
“Princess, I spotted you a mile away,” Hunter says.
The pack follows, all of us being led by our stomachs.
“Maybe.” Sadie shrugs and leans in to kiss Hunter’s cheek. “Doesn’t change that I love you. All of you.”
“Love you,” returns to her from all of us as we climb down the stairs.
I catch her eye over Hunter’s shoulder. Between us, I feel our combined pride at how far we’ve come and the comfort of knowing we’re home. Her cheeks heat, but her scent doesn’t smell of embarrassment but satisfaction.
At the bottom of the stairs, Hunter turns to the pack. “We’re going to rest on the swing and get some fresh air.”
“Logan and I will clean up and air out the nest. Princess, what do you want to eat?” Graham asks.
“Everything we have in the fridge and a mound of water and juice, and can I have something sweet?” she rambles, her voice muffled against Hunter’s chest and already sounding sleepy.
“Brunch?” Doc asks me with a lift of his brow.
“Yeah, Doc.”
The pack is a blur of motion. Doc and I head to the kitchen and work on a brunch packed with post-heat necessities. Twenty minutes later, we dish up plates and take them out to our front porch. Everyone gathers on the big swing bed, relaxing on one another and eating quietly. When we’re finished, we nap outside and lounge through the afternoon before making another big spread for dinner.
A little after the sun goes down, we return to the outside world, grabbing phones and checking in.
Sadie squeals, jumping up and down with her phone to her ear. She tosses it on the bed and does a twirl. “You’re looking at the newest employee of Knotty Pines Realty!”
We celebrate with her in the nest, talking excitedly about what’s to come. And for the first time in my life, I’m as excited as everyone else about the future.