Chapter Sixteen – Nico
Our mate is a beast at charades. I, on the other hand, am not so good, but we manage to balance each other out well enough that we still scrape by with a win when it’s all said and done.
I can’t speak for my brothers, but somehow Noelle is on the winning side every single game.
Whether she wins because we let her or because she’s actually quite competitive and insanely lucky at everything is anyone’s guess.
The winner of the day is clear: Noelle.
“Well,” I say after our final game: a few mean rounds of UNO, “I think we have a clear winner today. Noelle, you are the supreme victor. What do you want as your prize? Keep in mind that it’s snowing like a bitch outside, so whatever you want will have to be something that’s already here—”
The soft, feminine giggle that comes from her after that is enough to make my lower half ache with need and remind me that I have yet to knot her.
Hmm. Maybe we could celebrate her awesomeness in her bedroom?
“I already have everything I want,” Noelle says with a slight blush.
Beside her, Miranda gags. “Oh, God. So cheesy. It’s like you pulled that line straight from a Christmas movie, one of those terrible, straight-to-streaming service ones.”
“Hey,” I chime in, “some of those aren’t bad.”
“Eh, maybe like one in ten are bearable,” my sister says.
She then goes on to say she’s going to put on some movie with the word handcuffs in the title, and I know enough to know it’s one of those cheesy movies, only it’s old enough that it was straight-to-TV instead of straight-to-streaming.
I think I’ve caught bits and pieces of it before.
For some reason, my sister goes nuts for the main actor in it. “I can turn the volume up loud.”
The four of us only stare at her, which makes her groan.
“You guys are helpless, aren’t you? Meatheads, I swear.
” Then she talks to us like we’re five, although, with the subject matter, it’s clear we are not, in fact, five: “I’m giving you guys an easy out.
I’m going to put on the movie, put the volume up really loud, and clean up here.
You guys can go… do whatever it is you want to do. ”
Felix says, “We can help—”
“No, no. You’ve each been making eyes at Noelle for the last two hours. It’s obvious what you’re dying to do, and I’m frankly sick of the tension. Just throw her over your shoulders and take her upstairs already. Get it out of your system before our parents get here later.”
“Miranda,” Noelle whispers, blushing hard.
“Don’t have to tell me twice.” I leap to my feet and make a mad rush for the omega, scooping her up in my arms and picking her up like she weighs nothing—and she doesn’t. Not really. She has the typical omega stature, the small to our large.
Felix and Matteo are on their feet shortly, and together we head for the stairs.
“Have fun, kids!” Miranda calls out to us.
You know, I never knew just how glad I am that she’s our sister until this Christmas. We have her to thank for all of this—but as I walk inside Noelle’s room with the omega snug in my grip, I push all thoughts of my sister from my head.
It’s time to celebrate our mate’s total victory today.
I drop Noelle onto her bed, and she giggles while I waste no time in tearing off her clothes. With every bit of fabric I pull off her body, the harder my cock becomes until it bulges against my pants with a mind of its own, its only need to be buried between her legs.
But it can wait.
Matteo shuts the door, and he and Felix join us on the bed, though they crawl on the other side.
Once she’s totally naked, bared to us, I grin and glance at my brothers.
“We might not have won today, but we still are winning at life, aren’t we?
” I don’t wait for their answers; I hop onto the bed and position myself over her.
Seconds later, my mouth is on hers, tasting those sweet, luscious lips for the first time in what feels like forever.
The funny thing is, it hasn’t been forever. Not even close. And yet every second she’s not naked and beneath me is an eternity. Once we’re bonded, once I sink my teeth into the tender flesh on her neck, I imagine that feeling will only grow. I’ll only ever be truly at peace when I’m with her.
It’s a scary thought, honestly. To give yourself to someone else like that, to willingly bond your souls forever, until the day you die…
When I was young, before the years of yearning, before the utter deliciousness of Noelle’s apple-cinnamon scent became a lure impossible for me to resist, I thought all the alphas bonding to their omegas like that were crazy, but I understand it now.
I understand needing to feel as close to your other half as possible.
A bonding bite is how alphas and omegas achieve such closeness, besides knotting.
Pulling my mouth off hers, I take in the way her chest heaves in anticipation, how her nipples are already hardened little points. Even her stomach trembles, and she bites her bottom lip in a gesture that’s way too enticing. Seriously, a look like that should be illegal.
A look like that can make heroes out of villains.
I lick my lips and let my mouth roam along that beautiful, trembling body.
Her collar bone, her tits, her smooth stomach.
I trail kisses along her everywhere I can, taking my time in dropping to between her legs—and when I get there, I run my lips along her inner thighs, kissing, licking, nibbling, doing everything I can to make her moan.
And boy, does she moan. Our little omega is loud when it comes to sex, and I am so here for it.
My mouth eventually lands on her clit, and by the time it does, it’s primed and ready for attention.
Every flick of my tongue, every suck and nibble; it all drives Noelle wild.
Her fingers curl in the sheets as she writhes and moans.
I hear my brothers moan, though I don’t look at them—I don’t have to.
I bet they unzipped their pants, pulled out their cocks, and are fisting themselves while watching her.
Hell, I’m tempted to do the same, but no. I need to save every drop of cum for that sweet, sweet pussy.
I’m going to knot her. I’m so going to knot our omega.
Noelle’s body tumbles off the edge thanks to my mouth, and her clit spasms much like her body does. She oozes slick, and I lick it up, not wanting it to go to waste. She really does taste as good as she smells, maybe even better.
“I want to knot you, omega,” I growl out, my chest thundering with need. “Tell me you want me to knot you.”
She lets out a whine before she mutters, “Knot me, alpha. Please knot me. I need you.” Already, she’s out of her mind, desperate for me, which is fitting because I’m just as ravenous for her.
I lift my mouth away from her apex, licking my lips as I glance at our pack leader, at Matteo.
He sits there, leaning against the headboard, his cock still safely tucked away in his pants—but it’s rock hard and easy to see.
He gives me a single nod of approval. Beside him, Felix had unzipped his jeans, eyes on Noelle as he pumps along his hard length.
Odds are, my twin would get his fill of her after me. That isn’t going to stop me from taking my time, however. I’m going to enjoy the hell out of knotting our mate, relish in the way her core clamps down around me. Oh, fuck yeah.
In all of history, no alpha has torn off his clothes as quickly as I tear mine off.
They fall, forgotten, to the floor next to the bed, and I don’t wait a second longer.
I push inside of her and just like that, I’m home again.
Her pussy contracts around my length, and the moan that leaves my mate right then tells me she’s all mine.
Mine for the fucking. Mine for the knotting.
Emphasis on that last part.
The need to knot Noelle has remained a kernel in my thoughts all day, ever since last night, when Matteo knotted her for the first time.
What it felt like, how it drove her mad; I’m about to experience it first-hand, and the anticipation is so thick in my veins it takes mere seconds inside her for my cock to swell and a knot to form.
Once that knot is full and I’m locked inside of her, let’s just say Noelle isn’t the only one who loses her mind.
It’s like everything heightens at once, the pleasure, the way her core is so tight around me.
I’ve never felt anything remotely as good as this my entire life, and I know getting a taste of her right now will only fuel the fire that burns inside of me when it comes to this omega.
I’ll never be able to have enough of her. I’ll always want more, need more.
And you know what? I’m more than okay with that.
I shudder. My knot makes her pussy feel even tighter; it’s like my cock is the key to her entire existence…
or maybe she’s the key to mine. Either way, we lose ourselves in the other.
I fuck her with gusto, bringing her to the brink once again.
She comes with a vengeance, her pussy clamping down around my knot, seemingly trying to pull me in even deeper as a fresh round of slick coats my length.
Fuck. Feeling her come while knotting her is boss level shit. It’s a different thing entirely with that knot. The whole thing draws out a low moan from me, although that moan is mostly a growl of desperate hunger laced with pure desire.
Watching her go crazy, feeling her come around my knot—it’s all so much. Too much. I don’t bother trying to hold back and push my own orgasm off; it’s only the first of many I’ll have with my knot inside her.
The pressure in my lower half surges to an explosion, and I come with a hard thrust. She gasps and arches her back, letting my knot hit her deeper.
My cum spews inside her, coating her inner walls, and after the orgasm fades, I don’t stop or slow down.
I keep up the hard, jarring pace, seeking to make us both come again.