39. Leo
Chapter 39
I missed my Kitten’s first visit to the hospital, but I was awake for the rest of them. She talked to the doctor and got some medication to hold her heat off for a few weeks, since half her alphas were incapacitated. I still haven’t thought of a good courting gift, and we’re headed home today. Xan comes alone to drive us home, so that Jacks doesn’t try to get frisky with the omega in the back of the truck. He’s mostly healed, but broken bones take more than just a couple of weeks.
I make Xan stop before we leave so I can hit the gift shop and get her some flowers. It's not a courting gift, more just an I-missed-you gift. Jacks is mad that he didn’t think of it first. When we get home, Xan helps Jacks into the house. My skin still feels a bit tight in places, but I can easily make it around on my own, and they sent me some oxygen just in case my breathing gets difficult with my singed lungs.
Candice is in the kitchen—in a cute little apron covered in pink hearts—and Jacks makes a bee-line there as soon as he sees her. She gives an exasperated look to Xan, who manages to peel him off and lead him over to the couch, where he pouts while staring at her. She blows him a kiss to settle him down, and goes back to the oven, pulling out a roasting pan. I’m not sure what’s in that thing, but it smells really good…so does she, and I want to stalk her up the stairs and make her melt with my mouth and hands.
She came to our room almost every day we were there, but I couldn’t really touch her, not the way I want to…the way I’ve wanted to ever since I first saw her at the clinic. I should have known something was up then, even without being able to smell her. My body knew, it just took my brain awhile to catch up, and soon she should start her heat. I know she was on blockers for the last couple of weeks, to make sure we were healed enough. Even now, Jacks is supposed to be taking it easy, but he told Xan he would escape the hospital and walk home if they didn’t release him now, so we were all cut loose.
I want to eat, I also want to eat her, and I am a bit torn at the moment between which one my body needs more. Conversely, she did go through all the trouble of making dinner, and I don’t want her to think I’m ungrateful. Maybe we can pawn kitchen cleanup off on Gabe and Xan since we’ve been at the hospital, and I can take her upstairs after we eat.
This sounds like a good plan, I like this plan.
Idea in place, I hum to myself as I head towards the kitchen to see if she needs help. I didn’t notice it before, but she has the radio on and turned down, her hips swaying along to an old Def Leppard song about sugar, so I grab her hips and slide behind her…my rhythm sucks, and the height difference makes this almost impossible, but she turns in my arms and cuddles against my stomach anyway.
“I missed you.” It’s a soft whisper against my chest, and my hands slide from her waist to wrap about her back, pulling her against me.
“I missed you too, Kitten. When we started driving towards your house on the firetruck, I couldn’t breathe. I just kept telling myself it couldn’t be you, you were safe with Jacks, and then we got there, and I couldn’t think–none of us could. I don’t want to do that again. I love you, I was already pretty sure but this has just kind of solidified that thought."
I pull back enough that I’m able to get down on my knees, still not quite eye level, but at least I can see her face now, and her eyes are red. “I love you too Leo. All of you…though Gabe is still a grumpy ass. I’m sorry I worried you all…I really didn’t mean to." A tear escapes her eye and rolls down her cheek. I brush it off, cupping her face with both hands, and leaning my forehead against hers.
“Of course you didn’t, Kitten, none of us think that. I’m just…I’m sorry we weren’t there when you needed us. I’m sorry you got taken in the first place, and that we let that asshole get so close to you. We love you, and we want to bond you, if you’ll let us. Make you officially part of Pack Asher.”
“I mean, you already are, but…shit, I’m messing this all up." I’m stuttering over my words, but I don’t want to give her any reason to think we don’t want her, don’t already know she is ours in every way .
“I want that too, I want to be able to feel you all." Her arms come around my neck, and she stretches up to kiss me on the tip of my nose, not romantic, but definitely cute, like kitten kisses.
“Is it ok if we wait till my heat, I wanna make sure I do this right, and I don’t know what I’m doing. Um, I took my last suppressant yesterday, so it’ll probably be soon…maybe two or three days. Sorry" She blushes, her ears turning bright red. I chuckle against her hair.
“Whatever you want, Kitten, however you want to do it, it’s all up to you, ok?" She nods, and pulls back, wiping her hands under her eyes and sniffing.
“You wanna help me with this roast? It is not real light…and flaming hot right now, so I don’t want to hurt myself, or drop it on the floor trying to get it to the table.”
Gabe must be listening because he comes bustling in and grabs the potholders off the counter to take the pan before I can get it.
“We want to make sure this makes it to the table." He winks at me and leaves. Candice looks startled, but bounces back quickly.
“Ok, then, um, can you get the cake?"
Xan comes in and grabs a large platter with a cake off the counter, but we all freeze when we hear a screech from the dining area, and all of our heads swing towards the table.
“You are not fucking telling me you put that hot goddamned pan on my fucking table without a fucking trivet are you! What the fuck, man!" Jacks storms around the bar and grabs several dish towels out of a drawer, while yelling over his shoulder. “That is no way to treat natural wood you fucking savage!”
Candice busts out laughing so hard she doubles over, hands on knees…and I wonder if I can get her to laugh that hard later…in the nest…while not wearing pants.
Xan shakes his head, takes the cake and leaves, setting it on the server before going to console Jacks, and look up videos on how to repair scorched wood. I get back to my feet, and offer her my arm to lead her to dinner.
C andice is a good cook. She says she got used to cooking when she lived with her Grandpa, and it was always harder to just do it for herself when she could nuke a frozen burrito. She also jokes that this is the reason she’s squishy, and I growl at her self depreciation, she’s beautiful just the way she is.
Gabe is on dish duty, though it’s more in penance to Jacks and the table than anything else. Soon after dinner and welcome-home cake, we retire to the couch. There is another anime on–this one has a talking cat in a tophat, and I seriously have no idea how my Kitten finds all these strange movies, but maybe I need to broaden my horizons .
After food has time to settle, I lead Candice upstairs to wash all the hospital smells off of my skin, and make sure she knows just how attractive I find her.
I pull her towards the nest bathroom. It doesn’t have the biggest shower, that’s downstairs, but it should still fit us, and it has all her favorite soaps. I want her relaxed and boneless in my hands, so I’m going to do whatever it takes to make her comfortable.
She likes her water hot, but not turned all the way up, so I toss a couple of towels in the warmer and then get the shower started. Once the room starts to fog up, I hit the fan and turn the water temperature down, barely one eighth of a turn, just how she likes it. I strip out of my own clothes, and throw them at the hamper. I want to undress her too, but it looks like she beat me to it, this time, and when I turn around the rest of the room melts away. All I can see is her.
My feet move on their own, crossing the room in two long strides. I wrap my arms around her, picking her up so I can taste her. My lips crash into hers, and her tongue thrusts into my mouth. Fuck, I’ve waited so long for this. Small chaste kisses, little pecks on the cheek or lips as I was leaving for work or getting home, but this, I need this. I curl my hand under her ass and stabilize her against my chest. She is making little whimpering moans into my mouth as she nips and sucks against my lips. My cock is already so fucking hard, and I try to keep her lifted above it, because any friction right now is going make me come .
Her hands wrap in my hair, pulling and tugging, twisting my head to the angle she wants so she can devour me. Her core is hot against my stomach, and the scent of her slick is heavy in the room, as she slides her hips back and forth over my abs, seeking her own friction. I move my fingers forward, circling her thigh, and giving her something hard to grind on. I groan into her mouth and she swallows it down, shaking in my arms.
Did she…did she just come on my abs?
Her body relaxes against mine, rocking against me but no longer frantic. Her head tilts back and her expression is sheepish.
“Sorry alpha, I’ve been stressed I couldn’t, um, finish lately. Sorry." I laugh and kiss her hair, I release my grip and let her slide down my body, hissing at the slick friction as she slides over my erection. “Soon,” I assure it.
Grinding against her before I release her to get clean. I do a quick scrub on my hair, then pull her under the spray with me so I can wash her hair, it curls around my fingers, and I really want to wrap my hand around it, pull her head back, and ravage her mouth some more, but clean first. I get her rinsed and conditioned, then grab her soap and get all my important bits. I’m going to smell like a peach orchard after this, but if she doesn’t mind, then I don’t care either.
Once I’m clean, I kneel in front of her…and tilt her head back to remove the conditioner. Then I put her hands on my shoulders so I can reach down and wash her feet, making sure I get her tiny little toes, up the calves, tracing my hands up the inside of her thighs slowly. By the time I get to the top and pull my hands away her breathing has gotten heavy and rough…and she tips her head out of the water to give me a dirty look when I set her foot down and move to the other leg. Same procedure, wash her foot, rubbing my thumbs into the arch, gentle pressure to relax her while I get her clean. My big soapy hands up over the calf, swirling behind the knee…she jerks and giggles…I guess her knees are ticklish. I file that away for later. I stop just at the top of her thigh again, earning me another annoyed glare.
Still on my knees, we are close to the same height. I tilt her head back, make sure the conditioner is out, and then start soaping her neck and shoulders. I want to avoid the sensitive spots, tease her by not touching them, shoulders, stomach, around the outside edge of each breast, avoiding her nipples. Being this close to them, is torture. All I want to do is lean down and draw them into my mouth, circling my tongue over the stiff tips. Pulling and rolling with my tongue…fuck I’m leaking pre-come, thank fuck we’re in the shower.
If I were here alone, I would take care of this now, just touching her is the sweetest torture, but I’m already so close, and I need to draw this out to make sure she gets at least a few more, because I know I won’t be able to last once I’m inside her. Orgasm denial has never been a kink for me, but I can sometimes see the appeal. Today is not one of those days…I’m so hard, I feel like I could fuck my way through a concrete block right now.
Once we’re both cleaned, I pull the towels out of the warmer and bundle her up, and wrap another one around her hair. Originally I planned to go for the full pampering experience, and smooth lotion all over her, but I don’t have the patience for that right now, and with how she is leaking slick, neither does she…plus, it would taste terrible, and I need to lick her.
Towel around my own hips, I scoop her into my arms and make my way back to the nest. She’s rubbing her thighs together and whimpering. I finish blotting all the water off of her skin, drawing this out, and I want to whimper right along with her as my hands trace over her skin. I don’t want to leave the damp towels on her, I don’t want her to catch a chill, but her skin is so warm…too warm actually.
Is she getting sick? She was at the hospital a lot with us, maybe she picked up a bug.
“Kitten, do you feel ok?” I put my hand on her forehead, and yeah, she is definitely running a fever.
Fuck my life. I can’t seem to seduce her, my timing is just shit every fucking time.
Suddenly it registers that she hasn’t replied. I cup her face and look closely in the dim light of the nest. Her face and chest are flushed, her eyes glassy, and her whimpers have become a steady whine in her chest.
“Kitten, Kitten, look at me.” I tilt her face, trying to get her attention. “Kitten, how long did the doctor say it would take your heat to start after you stopped taking the suppressants?" I’m swinging madly between terrified and overjoyed. I want her to be in heat, but not until she’s ready, and she thought she had a few more days.
Her thighs rub together, and the scent of her perfume is making me light headed. It’s stronger now, and so sweet.
“Hurts.” It’s a whisper, barely a breath, but I hear it.
“What hurts, what can I do Candice?" I know I sound angry, I’m not angry, I’m just worried, and I want to help, but I don’t want to do anything she’s not comfortable with.
“Please, Leo…alpha, please. Make it stop." She paws at my towel, loosening the knot until I look like a fucking coat-rack with that damned thing hanging off my erection. If she wasn’t so needy right now, I would be embarrassed. But, she does need me, and I lean her back against the nest.
“Shh, Shhh. It’s ok. I’ll help, just relax." I stare down at her, laying at the edge of the mattress, her legs draped over the side.
I slide between them, stretching them gently, and draping them over my shoulders so I can finally see her. Her thighs are covered in slick, and her pussy lips are all pink and swollen. I should at least let Gabe know that she’s going into heat early…but after…after I help her. I lean forward and lick the slick off of her thighs. A loud groan erupts from my chest. Fuck she tastes so good.
I lick deeper this time, flicking my tongue across her clit, and then tracing it down to thrust inside of her, there’s so much slick it’s dripping down the blankets, and I kind of want to call Jacks in here to help, so we don’t waste it. I don’t normally even think of sex and my pack mates at the same time, but all the time we’ve spent together in the nest lately, it seems like the next logical thing. I don’t find them attractive, but I know omegas usually like being shared.
Fuck, I hope she likes being shared.
She’s moaning and writhing on the bed, and I have to wrap one hand around her hip and hold her down with my hand splayed across her pelvis. I cover as much of her core as I can with my mouth, using my tongue like I want to use my cock, thrusting it into her over and over, collecting all her slick. She tastes like heaven, but I can’t seem to get her to orgasm this way. I use two fingers, sliding inside her, she’s so fucking tight, and I’m about to come before I can even get inside her. My other hand is still splayed across her pelvis, keeping her pinned.
She is bucking and rolling her hips along with the thrust of my fingers, and her hands come down, scratching along my hand and arm, flailing for purchase. I cover her clit with my mouth, and flick my tongue a few times before sucking hard on her little nub. Her channel clamps down tight on my fingers, trying to suck them back in–her nails score my skin. I think I might be bleeding, but I don’t care at this point, as she lets out a long, keening cry before collapsing limp on the bed.
I pull my fingers out, sucking and licking to make sure I get all her slick. And slide onto the bed beside her. Her eyes are closed and her muscles languid as she smiles up at me.
“Pretty Kitten, do you feel better?" She rolls against me, rubbing her face on my chest .
“Thank you alpha." She kisses and licks between my pecs and I am about to come all over her stomach if this keeps up, my balls ache from being denied, but I need to make sure.
“Candice. I think your heat started, is it ok if I go get Gabe and the others?” Gabe, specifically, since he is the head of our pack, but I know Xan and Jacks will want to be here too.
Her eyes shine up at me, “Leo, please…I want you." I pray to any god that will listen to give me patience and resistance right now.
“You can have me omega, I’m yours. But do you want the others as well? Can we knot you, and bond you. Please, this is important." She tries to rub her hands down my chest and stomach, but I pull her hands away, and she starts to pout.
I stand up and she whimpers again, reaching for me. I hate being the responsible one.
But temptation is a difficult burden to bear, and I only manage to make it to the door of the nest, yelling out for Gabe or Xan to come upstairs now, before she gets a chance to drag me back to the bed, because I know I can’t resist anymore.