41. Gabe
Chapter 41
T he growly lead alpha part of me is mad, Leo gave her a bonding mark first, but realistically I know she was in pain, and Leo was nearby. He’s also the only one who hasn’t been with her yet. I know Xan has yet to knot her, but we’ll all be offering her our services over the course of the next week.
I grab a case of bottled water out of the garage, a couple of boxes of different kinds of protein bars– and what the hell –the fruit bowl along with the bananas sitting in the middle of the table–just in case. I stack everything on top of the water and carry it up the steps to the nest, putting a couple of waters in the mini fridge. I don't know if our omega likes her water room temperature or chilled, but I want to be ready either way.
She’s still curled up against Leo. Her eyes are closed, but her hands rub up and down his forearms in a soothing motion. I grumble again, because my inner alpha wants to be in his place. Once their towels are collected from the floor and in the washer downstairs, I snag a couple of yogurts out of the fridge, and a box of chocolate chip cookies.
Gotta to be sure I have everything she might need or want on hand .
When I get back to the nest, Xan and Jacks are already back. Xan is having to help Jacks out of his shirt, since his ribs are still healing. I can see his frustration at trying to be gentle, while Jacks is pulling against his efforts, trying to get to Candice. I go stand between Jacks and the bed, meeting Xan’s eyes.
“You need any help?" But Jacks stops yanking when he loses sight of her and Xan smiles at me.
“Thanks, man, I appreciate it, it’s like having a fucking 200 pound puppy that wants to jump up on everyone.” I wait until he gets Jacks’ shirt off and leave him to try to wrestle him out of his pants alone.
I’ve got an omega that’ll be needing me soon. The room is already filled with her perfume, and I think it’s part of what’s making Jacks so feral. I’ve been hard as fucking stone since I walked in earlier, and I don’t think it’s going away anytime soon.
Leo’s groan speeds up my hands, it sounds like his knot is finally going down, and she is going to need help sooner rather than later. Omega heats can be difficult, and with everything else that’s happened since we met, we haven’t really gone into specifics with Candice on how she wants to handle it. Other than her giving consent in advance for knotting and mating bites, and her birth control situation–which involves a shot from her OBGYN. I am glad at least one of us had foresight for that. Peeling my undershirt off, my eyes latch onto her neck, mentally mapping out my spot. Right on the opposite side of Leo’s, I can see the pulse jump in her neck.
That spot is mine.
As I unbutton and lower my jeans, Leo tightens his arms around her and slides her up his chest, dislodging his still hard cock, and tending to his mating mark on her neck, kissing and licking the fragile skin there. She is so tiny against him, and I’ll admit that Xan was right, it was an impressive sight to see them together.
I was a bit worried at the end about the knot. It’s like the man has a fucking softball at the base of his dick, and I don’t know if she’ll be able to take it any time other than during her heat, but that’s a worry for another day. I step out of my jeans, and leave them there. Jacks huffs at me, but he’s hardly in a position to complain since he’s busy fighting Xan to get his shoes off and get on the bed. As soon as he frees himself from his sock, he scrambles across the mattress to Candice, sandwiching her between his chest and Leo and starts kissing her, nipping across her jaw and down the far side, across from where Leo is taking care of his own mark.
Right in my fucking spot, and the little asshole knows it, judging by the shit eating grin he just threw my way.
Candice is rubbing her thighs together, whimpering and writhing between the two of them. I growl my dominance at Jacks, who clearly has no sense of self preservation, since he just ignores me. Other than giving a satisfied little smirk as he continues to taste her skin.
“Xan, get up here and get your boy before I lock him out of this room for his own good," I snarl, and Jacks just giggles like a brat, snuggling closer to our omega as her arms wrap around him. This time she gives me an angry look, and I’m flustered.
“He’s gonna hurt himself again if he gets too active, he needs to calm down.” I tell her, pointing at Jacks as Xan tries to peel Jacks’ arms off her without hurting his ribs. Her eyes are sad when she turns her face back to him, but she pulls him close for a soft kiss, and then presses lightly on his shoulder, so he lets Xan pull him away a bit on the bed.
“I’m not sayin’ you can’t have him, my Little Omega, just that we need to be careful, and he’s not bein’ careful right now.” Her eyes widen and I can see how much she relishes the pet name. But she is mine, she’s ours, and it’s time to make sure no one else fails to understand that fact.
With Jacks no longer pressed against her front, she reaches for me, a small whine escaping her throat. “Gabe.” It's a breathy little sigh, but just having her call my name causes my cock to start weeping pre-come. I flick my eyes to Leo to confirm and he meets my gaze and pulls back, effectively passing the wiggling omega off to me. Her hands are frantic on my skin, caressing and scratching, fingers tracing lightly over my muscles one moment only to squeeze and pull against me the next. Her body is shaking with need, and I groan as she attacks my mouth with fervor–kissing and biting. I roll her under me, trapping her body with mine and keeping her from wriggling away, thrusting my tongue into her mouth in the way I want my cock to already be inside her.
She moans into my mouth, and I swallow down all her whimpering cries. “Do you want me, Little Omega? Do you want your alpha to knot and claim you?” Her movements grow more agitated, her body rolling against mine, her thighs tightening under me–trying to trap my cock between them, and I taste her pleading moans against my lips. “If you want my knot you need to be a good girl and calm down, can you do that?" The thrashing slows, but her whimpers ratchet higher.
“Fuck, you are so fucking good for me." I raise myself up on my arms and slide my pelvis forward. “Now, open your legs, yes, just like that…such a pretty girl." Her head tilts until she’s looking down between our bodies.
Holding myself up on one arm, I wrap her leg around my hip and take my shaft in hand–giving it a couple of long hard strokes, teasing us both. Her eyes are huge and glassy, staring down at me, and she chews on her bottom lip. I lean forward to lick her mouth and stop her before she breaks the skin. Her eyes ping-pong between my face and my weeping member, but close entirely when I push forward into her, just the head.
I stop and her eyes fly open, glaring and angry. “No, pretty girl, look at me, I want you to watch me.” Her eyes slide down my body, settling on where we’re joined, as I slide the rest of the way into her hot core. Even after Leo, she’s still tight. I don’t have to fight as much as I did the first time, but she feels like fucking heaven.
I wrap her other leg around me, and she locks her ankles behind me, pulling me tight against her. “Oh no, little omega, no topping from the bottom…that’s not how this works.” I chide gently, rolling my hips against her and drawing out a long low moan. “I thought you wanted to be a good girl for me, good girls don’t demand, they ask nicely." I roll my hips again, grinding against her clit. “Can you ask nicely?” Another hip roll, and then a pause, waiting for her reaction. I know that once her heat hits hard I won’t be able to play as much, but for now my alpha wants to dominate her. “Please, Gabe." It’s barely a murmur, but I reward her with a tiny teasing thrust. “I’m sorry, pretty girl, what was that?”.
A little louder this time, “Please, alpha, please, I need you." And I groan at her breathless little plea, more than ready to take care of us both. I pull back far enough to kiss her on the forehead, and then thrust forward, allowing my mind to get lost in the pleasure of our bodies together. Her legs are tight around my waist, her arms come up to circle my back, and her nails dig into my skin as I pound into her harder, sweat rolls down my back, stinging as it slides through the long tracks she’s made on my skin.
Fuck, I am already so fucking close. My arms wrap under her back, pulling her hard against me as I rut into her tight little body, she’s crying out, pleading over and over for me, and I need her to come, I need to knot her, but fuck. “That’s it, that’s my good girl. You ready for my knot, baby? You ready to be ours forever?" She screams out her plea against my chest and I can feel her muscles tighten around my aching shaft.
Thank-fucking-god, I thought I was going to die if I had to hold back any longer. She goes limp in my arms, and I roll over, her body flopping loosely on top of me. I grab her hips in a bruising grip, my fingers digging into her flesh and pull her hard against me as I thrust up into her, my knot stretches her, causing her to cry out again and spasm against me, and then it’s in, locking us together. I groan loudly, my release finally washing through me as my cock kicks inside her, filling her up, and a deep aching part of me wishes she wasn’t on birth control. It wishes that after this heat she would be pregnant, but that can come later, if she wants.
Pulling her taut against me, and tiling my head down so I can mouth her neck and shoulder. Fuck, she tastes so fucking good, and she keeps murmuring, “please, please, please,” over and over under her breath. I strike, biting that special spot I picked out, lead alpha's prerogative, right over her heartbeat. I feel it fluttering against my tongue as I bite down, breaking skin, and her coppery taste coats my tongue. A warm light blooms in my chest, a soft golden glow where I can feel her warm and content, beating right next to my heart…and through that, Leo, still smug that he bonded her first, and so fucking happy that she’s ours.
I pull back enough to tend to the mark I left on her, laving her skin with my tongue, leaving soft kisses, before settling back purring to ease any lingering pain. I stroke her hair gently until she looks up at me, chin resting on my chest. “So, was I a good girl?” She smirks at me, and I snort laughter. “Yes. You were a very good girl, but if you snark at me like that, I am going to redden that pretty little ass of yours.” Her cheeks burn a deep pink, and her eyes flip back to stare at my chest, and I think my little omega might enjoy being spanked sometime soon.
We’re still stuck together when Xan slides across the nest towards us, two water bottles in hand, and I hold her against me as I sit up, wrapping her thighs around my hips and settling her into my crossed legs. I have to lean her back to get her to drink, as she doesn’t want to move from where she is plastered to my front. But hydration is important, and better to start now than have to play catchup later.
“Thanks Xan, can you grab me a warm washrag, please." He just grins at me, but goes to the bathroom to get it anyway.
He knows it’s important for me to take care of my pack. While the care I need to provide for my little omega is different than for the rest, it’s still important, especially right after intimacy. When he returns with a warm wet cloth, and a towel, I trade him for the now empty bottle.
“Hey, don’t wash the bonding marks yet, they need time to heal properly before you get ‘em wet." He tells me, like I don’t already know.
Xan is a certifiable genius, but sometimes he says some dumb shit. Not on purpose, he just doesn’t seem to realize that some things are common knowledge. Other things that he takes for granted, nobody else knows, because it is random and obscure shit. Unfortunately while he’s helping me, no one is corralling Jacks. Who comes over to fawn over Candice, stroking her hair and kissing her shoulders. At least he realizes that she does need a break at this point, and snuggles down against my leg so he can pet her thigh.
I settle her against me again, and run the washcloth over her face and neck, carefully avoiding the bonding marks on each side, then down her back and arms. It’s not very warm by then, so I send Xan back for another as I lean her back on the bed on top of the towel. Jacks promptly moves above her on the nest, reaching out to touch her arms and shoulders. My knot softens, and I am loath to pull away from her heat, but she needs to be taken care of, at least until the next wave hits. I run the warm cloth over her hips, taking note of the bruises there, and cursing myself internally. It takes another two washrags before I get to her core, and clean up the mess that Leo and I left. She flinches a little, and I’m not surprised if she is a bit tender.