27. Candice
Chapter 27
I wake up sandwiched between Gabe and Leo, and it looks like it’s still dark out. My bladder is full, and I need to squeeze out from under what feels like a two ton arm pressing me into the mattress. No one is around my feet, so I shimmy down the mattress, and ok, I stop to gape at the deliciousness in briefs and boxer briefs that I’ve been sleeping between…but fuck. Bathroom first.
When I finish washing my hands and come out, the room is pitch black, and I worry about stumbling around in the dark and hurting myself on unfamiliar furniture. It seems like as good a time as any to get a drink, so I meander downstairs to the kitchen, get a glass of water and now I’m awake…fuck
I napped too much earlier.
To be fair, I’ve been kinda fucking stressed .
I hope Jacks and Xan made it back ok. I check out the front window and see the truck, so at least they made it home safe. It feels strange to be worried about two grown men, but I can’t help it, they’re important to me.
It's weird standing in the middle of the living room alone, so I head back up the stairs, noticing now that there is a big lump in Xan’s bed, so I tiptoe as quietly as possible back to the nest, and crawl up the center. My vision has adjusted enough that I can see Gabe and Leo now. Gabe has his arms wrapped around Leo’s waist and Leo is rubbing his face on top of Gabe’s hair. I kinda wish I had my phone on me so I could take a picture of this for posterity, or at least to show Jacks tomorrow to get a smile out of him. He seemed almost as broken as me today.
Not wanting to disturb them, I crawl into bed behind Gabe and settle against his back. This man is built like a grizzly bear, complete with fur, and while I always thought it would be a huge turnoff, it doesn’t really bother me. He grumbles something in his sleep then turns over and wraps me in his arms.
“Fuckin’ hell, baby, where’d you go? Woke up pressed up against this tall asshole.” He pulls me against his chest and rolls back over, depositing me between them again, and only loosening his arms enough for me to get a decent breath.
I enjoy the dichotomy being snuggled between them. Leo is all smooth lean muscles on one side. So much golden skin covers well toned abs that I want to trace with my tongue. Behind me Gabe’s chest hair covers most of a farmer's tan, all layered over thick slabs of muscle. They’re both so big, but so different in form, appearance, and texture. I’m not sure if I want to draw them, or rub against them until they wake up and I can taste them.
I mean, I could wake them up by tasting them.
I should probably let them sleep.
One little lick won’t hurt.
Fuck.
I need to check my calendar for how long until my next heat. Everything has been so fucked up lately, but I know it’s coming up. Is that why I’m so horny lately? I crane my neck to look between the two alphas who have me pinned to the bed. There could be other reasons, I guess.
Snuggling down, I will sleep to come back, but it takes its sweet time. By the time it finally does claim me, there’s already light filtering around the blackout blinds.
Y eah, I slept in, but to be fair, I had a hard time falling back asleep. Jacks gets me up at ten with breakfast in bed. Everybody else has already left for work, and he wants to go over some computer stuff with me. He also wants to see about setting up my own room, not just the nest. The idea makes me squirm. Even if it wasn’t for what happened yesterday, I’d still want to be around this pack, these guys–my guys.
I hope .
I’m also worried about being an inconvenience. I mean, I need to feel useful, so there’s that, but we haven’t known each other long. They are so nice, and…well, ok, I’m not sure if nice is the right word. Still, I don’t want to take advantage of them, and I feel like I am.
I talk to Jacks while I eat my waffles, and he asks about paint colors I might like for the nest and the new room. He says he might be able to pull parts off my old computer to build a new one, which is a relief to help me save some of my meager funds. I need to ask if we can go back to my house soon so that I can get more clothes, and my own bathroom stuff. Then he sits with me while I finally turn on my phone. If it starts ringing again, I am gonna ask him to answer it. I really need to access my calendar to find out when my heat is coming up. Then I have to answer messages and let my clients know what’s going on.
He takes my hand while I wait for my phone to boot up, and leads me next door to what will be my room. We can discuss moving furniture around, paint colors, and moving Iggy in here once I get finished. Xan and Jack share a room at one end of the hall, next to it is Leo’s room. Gabe’s is directly across at the top of the stairs, then the other end of the hallway has what is now my room, and the nest is at the end.
But he must have already been working for hours, because when I walk in the room is already full of my stuff. The bed has several of my nest items on it from home. A lot of it’s missing, but so much is still here. There are several stacks of sketchbooks and papers against the far wall. When I realize the paper has been taped together and stacked neatly I can’t hold back the sob that erupts from me, both from my life being torn apart, and these alphas trying to put it back together.
There’s even a stack of photographs that I recognize from my living room, several are scratched or badly cut from the glass in the frames breaking, but they’re here, and maybe I can get some of them restored. I drop my phone in my haste to hug Jacks, and he starts purring again, rubbing his hands up and down my back.
“I told you I’d fix it, this is just the start, so don’t worry, ok? Xan and I went over and boarded up the back to keep anyone else out, and cleaned what we could. I need to ask you about a few things that I can’t repair, if you wanna keep it for sentimental reasons, or if we can replace it.”
Nothing will get replaced right now, I can’t afford it, and just the thought of trying to sort out my computer and drawing tablet causes fat tears to roll down my face. I untangle myself from Jacks–much to his annoyance–and pick my phone back up. There are several online messages from people asking if I’m ok since I haven’t been online. Then I log onto the forum to make a general announcement about the break-in and my computer getting trashed, but also to assure everyone that most of my work is backed up .
Jacks comes up behind me while I am trying to type out information on my phone screen. He wraps his arms around me and nuzzles into my neck, and his hot breath across my skin sends an electric pulse skittering over my whole body.
Fuck, I need to check my calendar.
Switching over to my tracking app– holy fucking shit –next week. Next week I am supposed to start my heat. Jacks draws in a sharp breath behind me, and I guess he saw it too, because his arms tighten and his purr gets louder.
“Mmmm…Xan better get those new hires done quick, and Leo will need to take some time off work.” He pulls me tight against him, leaving a long trail of kisses from behind my ear to my shoulder, and I whine and shiver against him.
“I’ve…I’ve always taken care of them myself. I mean, Gabe is the first guy I was….” I stammer out trying to pull away so I can meet his eyes.
“Do you want us to help you through it, or do you want to go it alone again, Little Lion?” His eyes are full of heat and he bites down on the corner of his lower lip, his purr thrumming loudly between us. “It’s your choice, always, but we would be more than happy to help, however you need us to. ”He raises his hand, cupping his own neck before slowly tracing down his throat and resting against his collar bones, one finger tapping mindlessly, as he continues to suck and chew on his own lip…and fuck, but I wish he was doing that to me .
I try to shake myself out of the fog of lust he is giving off, but can’t tear my eyes away from his mouth. I want to kiss him, I want him to devour me.
Fuck, it’s too hot in here.
Jacks stalks me down the hallways as I back out of the room. We stop at the stairs, I’m not comfortable backing down stairs, I’ll fall and break my ass or my neck, but I’m also not sure I want the game to be over. The only way out is over Jacks, unless I want to risk falling or invade their personal spaces. When I back down the hall towards the room he shares with Xan, his purr switches to a low growl that sends shivers racing down my spine.
“Omega, do you need us to help you with your heat next week?” his voice is a low rumble, my soft and snuggly alpha is nowhere to be seen. “All four of us…I can’t wait to knot you with Xan.” He tilts his head, thinking. “Or maybe knot you while he takes me.”
The heat in his eyes is scorching, but I want to be burned. There is a surge of perfume and my thighs are covered in slick. Jacks groans, his growl thrumming louder.
“Not sure if I can make it to next week.” He backs me into a corner, at the end of the hall, and I don’t want to escape anymore, I want him.
His growl is driving me out of my mind, and his scent is spiking and mixing with my own. We smell like a fucking coffee shop at Christmas, and I want to lick the combined flavors off his skin .
“Please, alpha, I need you,” I whine, tipping my head back. His nose rubs up the column of my throat, breath heavy and hot on my skin.
“Fuck, Little Lion.” he cages me in his arms, grinding his whole body against me, I can feel him vibrating with tension. “Not here, not without him.” He bends low and scoops me over his shoulder, hand coming up to palm my ass as he stalks back toward the nest.
Holding me in place with one hand wrapping around my thigh, while the other pops the button on his jeans. My whole body is vibrating with the force of his growl and my panties and stretch pants are soaked through. I expect him to toss me in the middle of the nest, but instead he lays me down gently on the mattress. He peels off my pants and panties in one swoop, holding them up to his face for a moment, breathing me in.
“Gonna need to save those for Xan later, so he can smell what he missed out on.” His growl has distorted his voice so much that I can barely recognize it.
His fly is open, but his pants are caught on his hips as he stares down at me, a manic smile on his face. He peels his t-shirt off and I’m struck again by the amount of colors adorning his skin. I just want to trace over them, study them all, I want to draw him, but this isn’t the time or the place.
He leans over me on the nest, almost menacing in his beauty. He grabs the front of my flannel and yanks it open, buttons fly every which way, “Don’t worry, I can fix that,” he grumbles, crawling onto the mattress between my thighs. “My omega, mine!” he growls, the reverberations from his chest sounding nearly inhuman. He slides his pants down over his hips, shaking them off the side of the nest.
Oh, a Jacob’s Ladder…I’ve never seen one in real life before. I mean, I’ve drawn them a lot, they’re super popular with certain clients but wow…
It really is a thing of beauty, long with a slight curve on the end, the row of barbells starting just below the head, 6 down to end just before at the top of his swelling knot.
This is totally not the time to go off on an art tangent.
My thoughts scatter as he settles his weight between my thighs, his hard length pressing against my thigh. “My omega.” He nuzzles against my neck, licking and biting over my pulse point. “Need to bite you, keep you forever.”
Each word is punctuated by a nip, a tiny pinch against my throat, and I can’t stop my whine at the feel of his teeth on me, or how my hips are tilting and rolling, trying to get friction.
“Wait, Jacks. Stop.” And he does–he freezes, I don’t even feel his breath on me anymore, it’s like someone hit pause on my alpha. “I just…I wanna wait on bonding, please. At least….at least until the rest of the guys are here too…maybe…maybe during my heat. Please don’t be mad.”
His breath shudders out, and he wraps his arms tight around my shoulders. “Of course I’m not mad, Little Lion, I’m not even disappointed. I just got carried away.” He rubs his chin against my forehead. “Always tell me if something is wrong or if I make you uncomfortable, ok. Always. Don’t stress yourself out to make anyone else happy, yeah?” His big warm body is pressing me against the nest, and I want him to keep going, but now I’m worried I lost the moment.
He looks into my eyes, and rubs the wrinkle that is forming between my brows, “Hey now, none of that. I didn’t mean to get so intense. Your scent drives me crazy, sorry.” He kisses me on the nose, and tries to pull away, but I don’t let go.
“Jacks…um.” I bite my lip, trying to figure out how to ask. “I don’t want to stop. Please, I just don’t want to be bonded right now. Sorry.”
Fuck, I’m saying sorry too much again.
He looks skeptical, searching my face for any hint that I’m uncomfortable, but he won’t find it. I want this. I want this so much I feel like I might combust right here if he doesn’t kiss me again. Satisfied with what he sees, he does, and oh, it feels so good. I feel like I should thank Xan later for how good of a kisser Jacks is, and of course that thought sends another spiral of heat twisting into my core.
Jacks is rolling his hips against me, stroking against my inner thigh. He is over a foot taller than I am, so things aren’t exactly going to line up right for kissing during sex, but I need him. I shimmy down the mattress, kissing his chin, my tongue tracing down the pulse line of his neck, biting and sucking on his skin, he tastes so good. I nip sharp teeth against his collar bones, and bury my face against his chest and whine.
“Please, Jacks, I need you inside me. Please.” he raises up on his arms, his hips finally pressed even with mine .
“I think we need to scoot back…otherwise I am gonna slide right off this mattress.” he gives me a self-deprecating grin, and yeah, I was trying to position right, but I don’t have his long body to worry about.
He loops one arm around my waist and drags me up to the pillows at the head of the nest. “Besides, I wanna taste you properly first, Little Lion, make sure you’re ready for me.”
I could tell him that I am, but I am not about to turn down oral, plus the piercings make me a bit nervous, but he’s gentle. Oh, so gentle. Kissing me softly, his lips barely brushing against mine, down my jaw and the column of my throat.
Jacks
S he’s so soft, and she smells so fucking good. I wish I could just lick her all over, but she’s so tiny next to all of us, and I don’t want to hurt her.
I don’t buy into the hype that all omegas are fragile flowers, hell Janey used to hold me down and noogie me on a regular basis, but size wise, they’re just tiny .
Fuck, I wish she were here, so I could ask her for advice on omegas, I bet she’d love Candice.
This is not the time to be thinking about that, that rabbit hole is more like a bottomless pit.
My dandelion’s eyes are a clear icy blue with green and gold flecks, her hair is down and curls and frizz spill over her shoulders. She looks like some sort of primal fertility goddess, and I should worship her, give her anything. Everything. Everything that I am, broken as it is. But Xan put me back together, sort of. I think I might still be missing pieces, but maybe my goddess can fill them in. Maybe she knows where all my splintered bits went.
I kiss her lips softly, a barely there breath across her own, and down her jaw and neck. She jerks and giggles, my dandelion goddess is ticklish, and I smile against her skin, nipping my teeth against her collarbone to take away the tickle. Down across the stiff bud of her nipple, my tongue comes out to lavish attention on one, while my hand comes up to pluck and tease the other. Soon she is whining, soft and sweet, and the sound makes my cock so hard that I could hammer nails with it. Switching sides, I move to torture her other peak with my tongue, trailing my hand down her rounded stomach. She giggles again and I use my teeth on her nipple, turning the laugh into a gasp.
Lower still, a thatch of curls, so much heat, so wet. I slide my fingers up her seam and it comes away soaked. I kiss down, following the trail my fingers made before. Biting lightly where it tickled earlier, until I've nestled fully between her legs, pushing them up higher so I can access the source of that torturous scent.
Deep pink and glistening, my mouth waters at the sight, my cock hurts, trapped between me and the mattress. I need to thrust, but any friction will set me off right now, so I lean down and blow cool air across her swollen folds, and she jack-knifes up, off the pillows, her hand reaching out to cradle my head. With only the strip of my hair down the center, it’s not easy to snag on a whim. But as she settles back on the pillow, her body is tense with need. I lean in again and run my tongue up the center from core to clit–the titanium ball on my tongue ring flicking hard over her swollen nub. She jerks and shivers under my lips. Her flavor bursts across my tongue, nearly making me come before I can even get inside her.
Fuck. I need more.
Burying my face against her, I lick and suck up any moisture I find, thrusting first my tongue inside to reach it, then bringing my hand up and using two fingers to gather it up to lick. She tastes so fucking good. Like those goddamned cookies, but better, richer. My fingers plunging into her hot depth, making her shudder, and I’ve almost forgotten what I was doing down here. I’ve never done this, and I lost my head for a moment from her tastes and the scent surrounding me. Pumping my fingers into her a few more times, I’m gauging her reaction, and she bucks and shudders against me, so I must be on the right track.
Needing more of her flavor I go back to licking, and when I flick against her clit she jerks hard against me, grinding down against my face…so that’s a good spot. I find a good rhythm with my fingers and my tongue, licking, pumping, circling. She is strung so tight, she’s practically vibrating. Xan likes when I suck him, so I try here, wrapping my lips around her clit and sucking and rolling my tongue piercing over it at the same time, and she nearly levitates off the nest.
She cries out and I am soaked in even more of her slick as her body convulses off the mattress. I keep sucking and flicking and thrusting until she shudders and lays still. Her breathing is heavy, but her body lays languid and relaxed as I crawl back over her. Leaving small smacking kisses up to her face, a soft brush over her lips. Her eyes are huge, pupils so big that only the dark ring around the edge of her iris is still visible.
“How was that, Little Lion?” I smile down at her. She cups my face and pulls me down for a kiss.
“I don’t think my legs are gonna work anytime soon. Sorry.” Why would she apologize for that, I’m proud that I did that. She feels so good now and it was all me.
“We don’t have to do anything else if you don’t want to.”
Please, please goddess, I want to. I beg silently in my head.
“I wanna feel you inside me Jacks, please? I mean, unless you don’t want to. You already made me feel so good.” I kiss the apology from her lips.
“I want this, I want this so fucking much. I’ve only been with Xan, so…” I trail off, unsure how to finish that sentence.
Please be patient with me?
I want to make you feel good ?
Tell me if I do something wrong?
I love you, and I want you to stay with me forever?
That last one reeks of desperation, and I don’t want to guilt her into staying with us.
“It’s ok, Jacks, I want this…just...go slow. I’ve never…with the piercings…please.”
I settle above her, keeping my weight on one elbow, I kiss her forehead before lining us up with my other hand. Fuck she is so warm and wet, and it takes everything I have not to thrust hard and sheath myself inside her.
But yes, slow, need to go slow.
Watching her face, I slip just inside, and fucking hell, it is like nothing I’ve felt before. I lock my body down to keep from thrusting or coming early. I have to take some deep breaths, as much for her to adjust as me to hold on. I slide in slowly and she is still so wet. It’s tight, but there is no real resistance, just a smooth glide and the shifting of my barbells as they enter her.
With each one her eyes go wider, until she looks shocked when I’m finally seated completely inside.
“Are you ok? Nothing hurting?” I ask, kissing her forehead again.
“Yeah, yeah that’s just ...Wow,” she pants out.
I feel smug, but now I need to move. I can already feel her muscles twitching around me and I need to make her come again before I lose myself. My knot is already starting to swell at the base of my shaft, and I know I won’t last long .
I roll my hips experimentally, pulling out almost completely before sliding back in, and it causes her to whimper.
I can do better than that.
I roll again, pulling out slowly before slamming back in so hard her body scoots up the mattress, and that earns me a gasp and a moan. Alrighty then.
I wrap her legs around my hips, lifting her butt up off the blankets just a bit, and stuff one of the pillows under her ass. Now with a little leverage, I pull out and snap my hips forward again to another long loud moan, and her muscles tighten around me.
Fuck, I am not gonna last long this way, but hopefully neither will she.
I repeat the motion, supporting my weight like a pushup, rolling out and then snapping forward, her cries get louder, and she starts mumbling and cursing with each following thrust. I can feel the sweat between my shoulder-blades, but I can’t stop. I am so fucking close.
She moans and writhes beneath me, my dandelion goddess, looking more disheveled by the moment, and I can’t hold back anymore. I balance on one arm, and reach down to flick over her clit like I did before with my tongue and suddenly she is squeezing me so fucking tight, I can barely move. My hips stutter, not sure what to do, as her hands scramble across my shoulders and chest, seeking purchase, pulling me closer.
“Knot, Jacks, please…I want your knot. Please Jacks. ”
And my body takes over before my brain fully registers, pushing forward against the resistance. She is still so slick, and that’s the only reason I can force my knot inside, where it locks us together, and I come so hard I feel like all my energy drains away with it. So, not just a goddess, but a succubus.
I can think of worse ways to go.