50. Dane
Chapter 50
Dane
“N o, overlap them,” Rosie instructs, having me fiddle with the sheet I’m hanging until it’s to her satisfaction.“Yes!”
I step back.The bare space we came into has been transformed thanks to this little firecracker. Looking around, I’m stunned by the intimate space she’s created. It’s bohemian and softly inviting.
She had me make drapes from the thinnest sheets to create an open tent. Inside it, layers of blankets and pillows are stacked high. Around the perimeter, flickering lanterns cast a golden hue that warms the room.
It’s funny because I recognize many pieces we’ve used to create the nest, yet it’s also entirely new. It’s cozy, my alpha purring in satisfaction at the sight of our offering.
I wrap an arm around her neck, pulling her back against my chest. “Thank you. You’ve been amazing today.”
If I hadn’t already fallen for her, the way she treats Quinn would do it. She’s so sweet with him, and it’s such a relief to see how easily they fit. She’s good at taking care of people.
Tonight got off to a rough start. I pride myself on taking care of my omega, but it was as if my body was stuck.Quinn isn’t a whiny omega. He doesn’t use it to get his way or for just anything. When he’s sick or really upset, he might whine, but it’s very rare. The shock of him not wanting his nest, combined with the whine, sort of messed with my brain, and I froze.
But this smart, thoughtful, spunky woman helped me get my head out of my ass. We worked together as a real team. She never once used that sass of hers to give me shit for being an idiot, even when it was deserved. I’m grateful that she’s so kind during hard moments. That’s twice today I’ve fucked up and she got us through. I want to make sure I get good at taking care of her too.
“Hopefully he likes it,” she says softly.
“He’s gonna love it,” I assure her. Quinn is gonna see this for the gift it is and love her even more for it.
She twists in my arms, her smile hopeful. “Yeah? I did what you said, but I also followed my instincts?—”
“He’s been waiting a long time to find you. Nash too.” I hold her gaze. I don’t know why things happened the way they did, but I know she fits perfectly, scent match or not, with our pack. “I was too shortsighted as a teenager to see it, but now that I know we fit, I’m gonna spend my life showing you.”
Her lashes flutter, and her cheeks splotch pink. “You know I was infatuated with you when we were younger, but I fell in love with the man you are.”
“I’m grateful you gave me the chance. You still make me nervous.”
“Someone has to keep you on your toes,” she jokes.
I pick her up and walk toward the door. She wraps her legs around me, her fingers finding my hair.
“Is it weird that I’m kind of excited?” she asks.
My dick has been excited about this since last week, and I’ve been painfully hard since I found them huddled in the bathroom at the party. “No, sweetheart, you’re right. A heat is about making Quinn feel good and about strengthening pack bonds. Excitement is good.”
I carry her into the bathroom, where the air is thick with perfume and slick, and the window by the tub lets in dappled moonlight. Quinn rests against Nash’s chest, the water making waves around his torso as he rocks his hips. Nash sucks on his neck, both of them lost to the first wave of Quinn’s rising heat.
Rosie’s mouth parts on a gasp. “We’re interrupting,” she says, her pitch slightly too high. Her gaze darts toward the tub and back to me.
“There is no interrupting, not with mates,” I murmur, setting her on the tile floor.
Leaning against the wide bathroom counter, I pull her to me. My hands wrap around her soft middle, drawing circles that grow increasingly wide the longer we watch.
Keeping my voice soft and quiet, I ask, “Have you seen them together yet?”
Rosie swallows thickly, shaking her head.
I rub my nose along her neck, where her floral scent is strongest. “Does it make you wet watching?”
She answers with a sharp nod, her mouth falling open at Quinn’s slurred demand for a knot. Teasing the edge of her dress up her thighs, I rub back and forth along her soft skin. My hand slips between her legs, a quick swipe along the center of her panties.
“You’re soaked, sweetheart. But we can barely see anything,” I murmur. My gaze flicks back to the tub. Our omega’s hard cock bobs out of the water as he grinds his hips.
“Knot me, alpha,” Quinn begs, his words broken among his moans.
Nash thrusts deep at the same time, his hand wrapping around Quinn’s length, twisting and pumping until his strokes become a blur. He growls something unintelligible as our omega grips the edge of the tub, mouth frozen open in pleasure, spilling cum down Nash’s hand.
It’s striking how beautiful Quinn looks when he lets go. In the bond, his pleasure skyrockets until I’m flooded. It makes my sight blur, the rut rising to meet his deepening scent.
I dip under Rosie’s panties, rubbing my fingers through her wet center and nibbling along her ear. “Are you imagining his hole being wrecked, thinking about what it feels like to stretch for your alpha?”
Slipping my middle finger into her heat, I grind my thumb along her clit. Rosie squirms in my arms, and I lock my other hand tighter around her middle, pulling her closer. Adding a second finger, I hook into her, tapping against her walls until she’s dripping onto my hand, her chest heaving.
“Come for me, sweetheart. Show me how worked up you get watching your omega take your alpha’s knot,” I growl.
She bucks, squeezing around me. The feel of her walls clamping down on my fingers makes my cock ache. I want to be connected until she can’t feel anything but claimed by her pack. I grind my hips against her, and her sweet little pussy gives my fingers another squeeze.
Quinn scents us before he sees us, moaning when her lust fills the room. “Raven,” he begs, his eyes snapping open to watch hungrily. “Show me.”
Nash’s gaze joins Quinn’s, a low rumble in his chest. When he’s in rut, he barely gets a word out, but the command in the sound is clear.
“Do you hear how much they both want you, sweetheart? Are you going to let me make a mess of you for our pack?”
Rosie sucks in a breath.
“Tell me,” I demand. I cup her pussy, grinding my palm against her clit.
Little aftershocks rock through her as she circles her hips. She reaches back to wrap her hand around my neck, turning her lips to me for a desperate kiss.
“Yes,” she says before her tongue sweeps mine.
Tugging on the slinky material of her dress, I pull it up her thighs, bunching it around her hips. Her panties are next, and we break the kiss only long enough to get her naked before she’s in my arms again.
I’ve been patient even though my alpha instincts have been riding me hard since I scented her in our backyard, demanding I stuff her on my knot and claim her neck. But the way she’s squirming in my arms, soft and eager, makes me lose all sense of control.
I place her on the counter, spreading her open with a firm press to each pillowy thigh. Kneeling, I swipe along her center before burrowing my tongue inside her. She’s so fucking sweet, and I lap at her honey, nosing her clit and getting my fill. When she’s slick and grinding against my mouth, I pull back to spread her with my thumbs.
She’s a fucking mess, her pink pussy fluttering for me, and I can’t keep my hand from squeezing my dick. Her fingers weave through my hair, and I look up to meet her half-lidded gaze.
“Please,” she cries. “Don’t tease me.”
Wrapping a solid arm around her thigh, I haul her closer, sucking her clit into my mouth until she rocks against me, riding my face. Her fingers tug until my scalp stings and my dick is leaking precum.
Quinn moans in the background, and his bond floods with his instincts urging mine to take her. I surge up, pinning Rosie under my weight and collaring her throat with my hand.
“You make us fucking wild, sweetheart,” I growl. “Now you’re gonna feel what you to do to me.”
With jerky movements, I take myself out of my pants, notching between her soaking folds.Grabbing the lube from the counter, I add to her mess, coating myself until I’m slick from tip to knot.
“Yes,” she moans. “Make me yours.”
Rosie’s chocolaty rasp digs into my heart, her pleading a call to the deepest parts of me.The red-hot surge of rut washes over me. I plant a hand on her side and take a tight grip on the base of my cock, sliding an inch forward. Her nipples pucker, and she throws her head back, moaning at that first stretch.
I should be gentle, but the sight of how soaked she gets, how her body stretches to welcome me home, destroys the last of my control. With a snapping thrust, I bury myself deep. She stretches around me, pulsing.
“So fucking good,” she moans.
That won’t do. I want her incoherent, strung out on the rawness between us.
I slowly slide my slick cock out before thrusting to fill her again. Her soft body cradles me, her pretty tits bouncing. On each thrust, I grind my knot down hard on her clit until she’s shaking.
My eyes track down to where I’m buried in her, watching as my glistening cock slides in and out. I love watching her stretch for me, love the way she gets all puffy and pink. Retreating, I surge back in until my knot teases her entrance. She shifts so she’s leaning back on her arms. The move lets me find a deeper angle and go hard. Rosie makes these sweet, horny sounds that spur me on until I’m pounding into her, holding on. She’s soft but sturdy, taking me so good it’s fucking heaven. Strumming my fingers over her clit, I nudge my knot into her opening.
“Take all of your alpha like a good little beta mate.” The snarl of my words startles me, but I can’t seem to keep the desperation from my sound.
Rosie clamps down, the pressure so good spots dance in my vision. She says my name as though it’s a curse and prayer all in one, the sound wrecking me. Quinn whimpers, and Nash matches my harsh breathing. I find them in the mirror, the two of them eyeing our beta greedily.
She’s ours—to love, share, and protect.
A moan draws me back to the beautiful woman we were lucky enough to find. Rosie’s expression is glazed over, her breaths coming in sweet mewls. I kiss along her pretty tits, sucking on her nipples until she’s gasping. Slowly dragging out and pushing in, I tease my knot farther into her tight heat. My cock is pulsing, my orgasm already tingling up my spine, but I need her to come on my knot.
“Give it to me, sweetheart,” I beg.
She makes a strangled noise in the back of her throat, circling her hips. I curl over her, my hand snaking around her back until we’re chest to chest, her wonderfully squishy tits cradling me.
Slanting my mouth over hers, I give in to my instincts. The knot flared at the base of my cock grows bigger, and I press into that needy place until she whimpers into my mouth. Her nails dig into my skin, and I thrust deep, wedging my knot against her opening until I slip past the last of her resistance.
“I’m claiming you, never letting you go.” My teeth ache for my mate, my alpha’s possessive desperation slamming into me.
“Yes,” she pleads.
I find her neck and bite down, unable to hold back. She cries out in pain that morphs with a rising pleasure, her pussy spasming around me until I’m filling her with cum. Her fiery spirit intertwines with my heart as the bond forms between us. There is a rush of emotions—too big, scary, and wonderful to name.
“Alpha,” she moans, and the ache of that title is one I feel in my chest.
It carries the weight of her deepest needs to be wanted and cherished. She craves the safety of belonging, and now she knows I mean it when I say I’ll give it to her. I love the rawness in our connection, how it blows past everything until we get to the parts that matter. We have a lifetime to learn all the little pieces, but we fit at the heart of it. It makes my instincts flare with the desire to ensure she’s always happy and safe.
Her burning ember links to Quinn’s bond through mine, and the connection between them seals the three of us together, stealing my breath. Where our bond is something raw, their bond adds a layer of tenderness that’s full of so much love it can’t help but spill over into everything. They weave together until I can’t tell where one bond starts and another begins.
Rosie softly rocks on my knot, and I nuzzle her neck. Water splashes, and I jerk my gaze to the mirror.
“Your pack is coming for you,” I say into her neck, nursing my bite. My alpha instincts preen at the red mark, taking deep satisfaction in knowing she’s been claimed.
A dripping Quinn covers my back, nipping my shoulder playfully. “You naughty, naughty alpha, claiming her while we watch, making sure we couldn’t join because we were locked together.”
He pinches my ass, and I jump, laughing as I hold Rosie.
“Nest now,” Quinn orders, his omega purr more commanding than any alpha bark.
He makes disobedience impossible, leaning over me to take Rosie’s mouth in a sloppy kiss. He cups her face, whispering in her ear, and the bonds light up in unison. He always comes back to himself a little after that first knot before the heat takes him again. I love seeing the way he is with Rosie. His confidence and dominance surge to the forefront, and it’s sexy to watch them together.
When they pull back from their embrace, my two mates breathless, I admit sheepishly, “I couldn’t help myself. She said yes earlier, and I was done waiting.”
Nash growls and delivers a sharp smack to my ass with a rolled towel. “Nest.”
She buries herself into the crook of my neck, a bubbly, dazed laugh sounding as I carry her toward the nest, our pack following.
My pack’s excitement is palpable, and I suck in the scents of us, letting the rightness of it settle my instincts. Together, we smell like the seasons, all the notes of a good life.