Chapter 38
Saint
Now that I’ve experienced a night with Lark, spending a full day and night away from her is torture.
Even though it’s hard sometimes, and I see some truly fucked-up shit, I love being a firefighter.
But that doesn’t mean that I enjoy a night away from my omega, especially the day after admitting how much I need her.
Today’s been decent. We only had a handful of medical runs. The rest of the day was spent doing truck checks and shooting the shit with one another.
Usually, we don’t get as much downtime on shift. I should be grateful. But downtime means I have nothing to occupy my mind other than thoughts of Lark. I’ve sported a fucking boner all day. The guys gave me so much hell about it, our captain finally told them to shut the fuck up.
I check my watch. 8:43 pm.
Time to call my omega.
“I’m heading up,” I say to the rest of the guys. Our crew is assigned to East Rock’s newest fire station, which means we each have a private bunk room.
“Night, Loverboy,” McGinley singsongs. I flip him off. He grins. I'm grinning too by the time I hit the stairs.
I settle in my bunk before digging my phone from my back pocket. No missed calls from Lark. She won’t call first. Not after everything. That’s fair. I’ve got a lot to make up for.
I find her number and hit the video call button. She answers on the second ring but doesn’t turn on the camera. “Hey,” she gasps like she’s out of breath.
“Hey,” I say. “Are you working out?”
There’s a noise that I can’t quite make out. Clapping? Slapping?
“Turn on the camera. I want to see you.”
She grunts. “Are you alone?”
I nod to the camera. “Yeah. We have private bedrooms here. Just you and me.”
The camera flips on and my fucking jaw hits the floor. She’s face down on the bed, ass in the air, as Silas fucks her hard from behind.
My cock kicks.
“Fuck, princess.”
“Silas…and I….” she gasps between my packmate’s brutal thrusts.
I smile. “I can see that.”
She lifts to her elbows, effectively blocking Silas from the view, but giving me a perfect view of her tits.
She licks her lips. “Take off your pants. I want to watch you.”
I double-check that I locked the door. “If I shut the call off, it’s because there’s an emergency.”
“Then hurry.”
I unbuckle my pants.
“Show me.”
I angle the camera so she can see. I use my thumb to spread the precum around my tip. Lark’s mouth waters.
“I want to taste you,” she whines.
“As soon as I’m home, princess. You put your mouth on me as much as you want.”
Her eyes close and she grinds back into Silas.
“Hand Silas the phone, Lark. I want to see your pretty pink pussy.”
She passes the phone backwards. Silas doesn’t speak, just flips the phone around until I get a perfect view of his cock sliding in and out of her tight core.
“Fuck, she’s wet.”
“So wet,” Silas agrees.
“Can I add Graham to the call?” I ask. This is the hottest fucking phone call I’ve ever had in my life, and I don’t want my packmate to miss it.
“My giant,” Lark pants. “Add him.”
I quickly switch screens and text.
Me: Calling you now. Don’t answer unless you’re somewhere private.
Before he can so much as thumbs up my message, I switch back to the call and add him. He answers immediately.
“Hey, what’s—Oh shit.”
“She wants you to watch,” I say. “Take your pants off.”
“Fuck yeah,” he hisses. “Hold on.” He drops the phone so that only thing I see on his side is a view of his ceiling. When he picks it back up, he’s completely naked, dick in hand.
“I’m here, beautiful,” he says. “I’ve been listening to your sweet moans all night but didn’t think I would get to join in.”
Silas holds the phone so close to Lark’s pussy that I can literally see it clench around his shaft.
“I want you to come with me,” she huffs.
Silas’ fingers tighten on Lark’s hips as he thrusts in and out. My hand slides up and down my length in the same rhythm.
“Fuck, Lark. Does Silas’ thick cock feel good? I want to watch you milk him. Take his knot like a good girl.”
“Do you want daddy’s knot?” Silas grunts.
“Yes, daddy,” she whines. And fuck me, I’m about to explode.
Silas must feel the same because his rhythm increases until it’s a wild pace. His hips and balls slap against her as her sweet omega pussy pulls and tugs him deeper.
Silas’ knot teases her entrance. Every time it slips toward her entrance, I glide my hand further up my length to the base of my own expanded knot.
“So close,” she cries. “Need—”
“Rub your clit, beautiful.” Graham is sliding his own large hand up and down his massive shaft. “When you come, Saint and I will be right behind you.”
Silas pans the camera, Graham whistles low when he sees Lark’s fingers working between her thighs. Silas slides the camera back again. Her perfect pussy is dripping slick all over his cock and balls.
“I’m—” And then my sweet princess falls apart.
I remember how tight her pussy clenches and I nearly tip over the edge myself.
A guttural cry rips from Graham’s throat as he comes hard.
I wait… wait… wait. For the pack. Until the moment Silas’ knot lodges inside her.
Then I drop the phone beside me as I stroke myself hard with one hand and cup my knot with the other.
“Fuuuu—” I moan.
We stay on the call. Nobody speaks for a while. The only sound is our heavy breathing. Soon Silas hands the phone back to Lark. He rolls her so they are lying on their sides. She holds the phone giving me a perfect view of her gorgeous face and perfect tits.
“Hey,” she whispers. “I hope you had a good day at work.”
I stare at her face on my phone screen. “It was good already. Now it’s perfect.”
Tell her. She'll want to know. My alpha nudges up against my ribs.
I ignore him. That's between me and Lark.
He growls but doesn’t press, which is a relief. My alpha has been a real pain in the ass lately.
“Did you miss me today, or has Daddy kept you too busy?”
Lark giggles, then gasps, closing her eyes with pleasure as Silas pushes her hair away from her neck and kisses her sensitive skin.
“Holy shit,” Graham says. “Silas, did you bite her?”
I sit straight up. “You bonded her?”
I do an internal check. Not upset. Not jealous. It’s something I don’t have words for yet.
Lark’s eyes reluctantly open. “I bit him first,” she says.
A slow smile spreads across Graham’s face. “Hell yeah,” he says.
“But shouldn’t you have waited until your heat?” I’ve always heard that bonds are stronger when they begin during an omega’s heat.
“That’s an old wives’ tale,” Graham says.
Silas lifts up on one elbow from behind Lark. “You aren’t mad?”
I can tell from the way he says it that he’s not apologizing for bonding her without us. He’s just trying to get a read on our feelings. I do another internal check of mine. Still not upset. Just… hopeful. Lark and I aren’t there yet, but maybe someday. Maybe even soon.
“Hell no!” Graham says. “This means she’s forever ours. My time will come someday.”
Lark chuckles. “Let me guess. You have a feeling.”
Graham joins her with his own laughter. “I’ve got a really good feeling, beautiful.”
That makes two of us.