Chapter 65 #2
Ronin’s laughter bounces around my nest, adding another layer to my space that only pack can provide. My Alpha steps back, then bobs down. He’s freaking gorgeous with a cheeky grin on his face. He rips my foot up from under me, and Keegan roars and leaps over the space, catching me.
“Watch her leg,” Keegan barks at Ronin. He uses his foot on Ronin’s shoulder and pushes him until he’s on his back, holding me up inches from Ronin’s face.
“Show our Omega how sorry you are for being such a cunt, Ronin.”
Ronin’s hands clamp around my thighs, and he sucks on my skin until I’m looking down at him. There’s a wicked smile on his face as he spreads my thighs wide open, forcing me lower. “Sorry, Tally girl. Let me make it up to ya.”
I wiggle anxiously. Kee must think I’m trying to fight against him, or perhaps this is the start of the rut Rafferty promised me. He leans close, growling loudly against my ear, a savage smile on his face. “Sit your arse down, and let him eat you out, Omega. Then be a good wife and suck my cock.”
There’s no gentle buildup to my heat, it’s a raging inferno in seconds. That’s just who we are. But just as important, there’s no holding back from my pack anymore. They’re obsessive, slightly psycho and fierce in their love, and they are mine.
Ronin’s teeth latch around my clit, drawing me from my thoughts.
His eyes are hooded, full of his designation.
He grins in warning before he starts flicking his tongue like my favorite vibrator on high.
My hands fall to his head as shooting stars race up my spine.
I arch up in sheer delight as pleasure explodes.
Keegan’s hand wraps around my face, pressing his hard length between my lips, stretching them wide.
Rafferty’s on my good side, and his voice breaks because of how turned on he is. “I want some of our Omega’s tasty slick too.”
The air is saturated with sex and the scent of my pack—hot cinnamon sugar, melting bitter chocolate with a shake of pepper, and sage so sweet I feel my teeth ache.
Ty’s lemon verbena scent is clear as day too.
Air stirs from behind me, and I’m not sure what I was thinking was going to happen, but after another position shuffle, Rafferty’s sucking my arse while Ronin goes to town on my pussy.
It’s an out-of-body experience.
Keegan pushes my shoulders, guiding me backwards, following me so he stays in my mouth. The small adjustment has big consequences; their tongues hit deeper. My eyes roll back in my head, and I come on a long, drawn-out groan.
I’m barely seeing straight when Keegan pulls me away from them and takes me to the opposite edge of my nest. His mouth is on mine, and he growls after tasting himself. The scent of his desire rolls off him in crashing waves. And his eyes are full of chaotic, sweet love. Longing too.
I break our kiss, aware enough to know he’s asking without using words, and nuzzle my face against his, scent marking him until I’m at his ear, giving him the words he’s been waiting for. “I want to be yours.”
He drops his forehead, his breathing fast as realization sinks in. We’ve barely talked about my text since Italy, but I hadn’t stopped thinking about it. “I thought you knew, Kee.”
Drawing me closer, his designation presses against me, his scent intensifying to another level. Warm cinnamon sugar pools in my mouth.
“I knew. It’s different hearing you say it, Tal.
” He’s gentle but firm in the way he uses his body to guide me back against the cushions, the very ones he’d spent a long time agonizing over.
I adore them but not as much as I cherish him.
Then he’s kissing me, and nothing else matters.
He nudges my legs open with his, drops his shields so I get the full, complete, complex version of Keegan, including all his beautiful brutal parts.
There’s no teasing, and he’s not aggressive either; he’s intense, though, in a very Keegan way.
He watches me closely as he pushes inside my body.
His hips hit mine, his knot hard up against my pubic bone, so there’s no space between us.
He pauses and smiles, like being with me is the most incredible thing he’s experienced.
“It is,” he says, a smile breaking over his face when I look thrown. “Tal, you talk out loud all the time.”
He circles his hips, rubbing my clit, coaxing my body to open up and take his knot. Groaning against my good ear, he begs, “Let me in, Tal.”
Sugar and cinnamon mists over my skin, his designation as obvious as his touch, and bit by beautiful bit, he works his knot in until we’re one.
I’m whimpering at the sense of wonder and fullness he makes me feel.
My head lolls to the side. I feel like I’m floating away from him, and he anchors me by kissing me deeply, making it so the only air I breathe is his.
“I vow,” he promises, against my mouth, “I vow this love of ours is only starting, Tal.”
Another kiss pulls me back from the brink of joy.
I cling to him and his eyes flash black, and I get swept away by another surge of his presence and designation.
His arms tighten, his mouth crashes onto mine, and he fucks me so hard my teeth chatter and my whole being vibrates in pleasure.
He looks at me in warning before the top of my shoulder explodes in pain. Good pain.
I come on a scream, consumed by his power, his obsession, his ownership. Our bond explodes to life.
I feel what he does. I see me how he does. And his love sends me deeper into my heat.
I thought I knew what desperation was. I thought I’d felt need before. And then they show me what desperate need is.
RAFFERTY
Lucidity during heat is one of my favorite parts of being locked in my nest with my Pack.
The sweet in-between of getting railed senseless, and devoured whole.
I think it’s because at that point everyone is so loved up.
Invariably the snuggles are warmer, the lingering scent of my Pack is food for my soul.
With Tally in my arms, it’s infinitely better.
I’m not sure life gets better than this.
Her and I are currently in our own world, in a corner away from the others. She’s bleary eyed, arse up on the pillow mound I made, while around us our Pack are giving our nest fresh sheets, and a clean up.
“This one?” I pass her another scent of massage oil and watch as her nose screws up adorably. “That would be a no.”
She growls softly, before her hand moves gingerly back to the first bottle she opened to smell it again. I knew she liked it before but she had to work through the others because that’s Tally’s nature, triple checking everything then making sure no-one is left out, or upset by her decision.
My hand catches her fingers in midair, turning her wrist gently.
Leaning forward I kiss over the words I wrote on her skin when we were talking about doing something special to mark our Packing.
A tattoo will make the words a permanent reminder, that she’s mine, and I’m hers.
‘In this life’ for me, ‘and the next’ for her, is straight to the point but that’s our relationship to a tee.
“Raff.” She whispers, smiling. And it might just be my name but it’s like saying gold is just a yellow rock. Tally’s getting all our attention dumped on her, but she needs all these gestures of forever too.
Her eyes fall away and not because of the tattoo, or my attention. She thinks she’s intruding on me being an Omega again, instead of seeing how blessed we are.
“Tell me.” I urge, quietly.
“This brand, and scent, is your favorite. I feel like I’m stealing your joy.”
I lean down and nip against her shoulder before tickling her giddy by trailing my tongue over my bite on her throat. “And what is the problem there?”
“It’s your special thing. I can’t use the same oil as you.”
“You’re my special thing.” I tease back, sitting up and uncapping ‘our’ favorite bottle of massage oil, squirting it over her back nearly getting lost in how the sexy the beads looks over her skin. Although the truth is, Tally could roll in pig shit and I’d still only see beauty.
“Raff, we can’t share everything.” She swallows her argument and moans as my hands slip, and glide, over her lower back. My thumbs circling and finding her aches almost instantly.
“We can. You can’t be surprised, Tally, honestly, we were made for each other.
Maybe one day we’ll find something you like, and I don’t, but who cares if that never happens.
It’s just how we are, and I fecking love it.
A lot. Look in a way it’s the same as how, I didn’t want to fall in love with you the first time we met, but I did.
Our compatibility in life, and all the material things in life, is just another sign of how truly special our bond is. ”
She twists around to look at me. Her eyes are glittering bright under the weight of all our bonding bites changing her DNA. She’s also just deliriously happy, and well on her way to being smitten in love. And that makes me fucking ecstatic.
I lean down and kiss my bite again. “Let me love on you today, and for eternity, Omega.”
Her scent doesn’t mist or cloud around us, her syrupy peach perfume whips around like a tornado filling our nest like a gas until it’s over my skin, in my lungs and on my lips.
RONIN
Tally is pleasure made mortal. Her skin is saturated in her thick, syrupy scent. Her slick drips from her swollen pussy. Even her voice is like a siren song.
I swear Raff lapped once at her sweet cunt and sank cock first into his own heat.
The both of them are covered in bites and wrapped in each other, out cold in a deep sleep that won’t last long enough. Two Omegas in heat is a blessing sent by the Devil himself, but if this is life, I won’t step a foot in church again.