Chapter 12
CHAPTER TWELVE
ANGEL
T his omega is driving me insane. The way she thinks, speaks, eats, breathes. I have been rock hard since Target and my knot physically aches. I need her pussy right now.
Shoving past Tate and Beck, who opened the door after I couldn’t get the key to work, I walk toward the bathroom and set Belle onto the vanity counter, shutting the door behind us.
“Strip,” I order, and her nostrils flare. Crossing her arms, she pouts, batting her dark eyelashes.
God, she’s beautiful. Even with her rumpled clothes and messy hair. I think I’d like her covered in paint at this point.
“You’re not the boss of me, Angel,” she sasses, and my hand twitches. Fuck, I can’t wait to get her alone on a bed. I have a penchant for restraints, and she would be glorious sprawled out at my mercy.
“Fine, I’ll strip. I guess I’ll just take a nice hot, steamy, wet shower alone.” Giving her my back, I slip off my leather jacket, place it on a shelf, grab my tee from the back of my neck and pull it over my head.
Belle whimpers behind me, and I can hear her squirm. I bet she’s slick as hell right now, and my mouth waters for a taste. I never did get one last night. But I made my move. It’s hers now.
As I toss my shirt on top of my jacket, I reach for the band of my borrowed sweatpants, and pull them and my boxers down to my ankles, then kick them off.
“Damn,” Belle groans, and I smirk. Ignoring her, I walk into the shower, then shut the glass door and turn the hot water on. When the steam rises, I use some body wash and grip my cock, stroking it.
If I happen to moan loudly to tease a bratty omega… Well, then she better hurry up and join me or this tiled wall will be getting my cum.
The door opens, and a blast of cool air hits my heated skin. “Why are you so fucking hot,” Belle complains, and I laugh.
Turning, I continue to jack myself, gripping my knot and holding it. Belle whimpers and drops to her knees, opening her mouth.
“I don’t think you deserve my cock, Vixen,” I coo, groaning as my knot aches to be inside her. Fuck, Belle on her knees for me will stay in my thoughts for a long time.
“Please, Alpha, I need it,” she whines, and my balls tighten. I nod, giving her permission, because I’m not sure I could even speak right now. She moves closer on her knees and grips my cock.
Her tiny hand, trying to wrap around me, is going to have me exploding too soon. She opens her mouth again and sticks her tongue out. I smack my tip against it a few times, before she sucks me in.
Damn, I have missed her lips wrapped around me, but this time I am knotting her tight cunt, not her mouth. Grabbing my ass, she pulls me further into her mouth and hums. My legs shake, and I know that I need to hurry this up.
Shifting back from her, I grab her arm and pull her up, so that I can kiss her lips.
“Do we need some form of protection?” I ask. Belle looks over my shoulder, her eyes growing hazy.
“No, I’m covered. I have the implant… My father wanted to make sure I didn’t return from the Academy with any bastards. His words, not mine.”
“That’s fucked up,” I growl, lifting her, she wraps her arms around my neck, and her legs around my hips. My cock slips in her slick and I groan, placing my forehead against hers.
“It’s just how he is; has to control every moment of my life,” she whispers, and I sigh.
She’s not going back to her house. She’s staying with us. I have made a decision, and I am going to follow through. She can pop in, pack her shit, but then I’m going back to get her. I will marry this omega if need be.
“Please, stop teasing me, Angel,” she groans, and I laugh. My cock has a mind of its own, as the tip keeps sliding inside her and out.
“Fuck, you feel amazing, Vixen,” I moan, and she whimpers. I love when she loses herself for me. I can’t wait to have her during her heat. To knot and fuck her over and over again.
“Please, I need your knot,” she moans as I thrust deeper inside of her. Then I spin us so she’s under the hot water now, so I can fuck her into the wall. “Angellll,” she moans, and I smirk, picking up the pace.
“This is going to be fast, baby girl,” I warn as I pick up the pace, my knot hitting just right, as she clenches my cock so tight. “Fuck, you feel like sin. Something this perfect must be a trick,” I mumble, then cringe.
Damn, that was cheesy, but she’s so lost in the moment. I don’t think she heard me. Her slick coats my thighs, I groan at how badly I want to knot her… No, I need to knot her.
I shove myself harder, reaching around to rub her clit. I need her completely ready for me. “Come, Vixen,” I grunt as my knot continues to try to slip in. “Let me in, baby girl,” I order, and her head tips back, smacking into the wall as she comes all over my cock, and my knot slips inside with a pop.
“Fuck, yes,” I groan, shifting a little then finally filling her with my cum.
“Don’t stop. Please, Alpha,” she cries out, gripping me even tighter and digging her nails into the back of my neck.
“Fuck, Belle,” I roar, cumming once more. My knees shake, and I need to sit down. Turning us, I slide down the tiled wall onto the shower floor, letting the hot water rain down around us.
Leaning my head against the wall, I begin to purr, and Belle looks up at me before kissing my lips until I can hardly breathe.
Yeah, I’m not letting her leave us. It’s official, Belle is ours, and she will be wearing my bite before the end of this year. That’s only a week and a half away. No pressure.
BECKETT
Belle’s moans echo through the bathroom and my cock is about to burst. Tate groans himself, and I look over at him. His skin is flushed, and he’s pacing. Turning my tablet off, I remove my glasses, placing them on the nightstand.
Standing, I strip my clothes, keeping eye contact with Tate the whole time. I think tonight I’ll be in charge. I’m feeling off balance and could use the control right now. “Do you want this?” I ask him, and he nods, groaning.
“Yes, Alpha,” he purrs, and my cock leaks pre-cum from the tip, dripping down my shaft to my knot.
“Strip.” He doesn’t hesitate to kick off his shoes, then continues to rip off his clothes, throwing them everywhere. Moving closer to me, he grips my hair tight and kisses me, while taking his cock and mine, using lube he begins rubbing them together, making them glide easily.
“Fuck, I love the way you feel against me,” I groan, and he smirks against my lips. Shit! He’s such a brat. Smacking his ass hard, I pull away from him and point toward the bed.
“Present yourself for me, baby,” I order and he groans, doing as I said.
When he’s ready for me, I gently prep him by eating his ass. Moving my tongue around his tight hole. Fuck, he tastes amazing, and his scent has my head spinning.
“Beck, fuck,” he grunts as I slip my lubed fingers inside, stretching him for me. He’s never taken my knot, but tonight he’s going to. I am finally going to knot my alpha.
“Ready, baby?” He nods, and I grip my cock, using a lube packet to get him more lubricated. The moment my tip is inside him, my balls tighten, and I know this isn’t going to be long. “Touch yourself, Tate.”
Gripping his cock, he starts to fuck his fist, and the sounds are filthy. Pressing forward, I slip in a few more inches, all the way to my knot. He groans loudly, and I notice that Belle and Angel are quiet.
The thought of them watching us has me even closer. I give a few practice thrusts, making sure he’s really ready for me before picking up the pace. Gripping his hips I fuck into him harder.
“Fuck, Beck, baby,” he babbles, and I bite my bottom lip. So fucking hot.
I spit along his crack, getting him ready for my knot. I don’t want to hurt him, but I need to knot him. I need to fill his tight little hole with my cum. I need to lock myself to the man I love, and I think I might even be ready for his bite, but not tonight.
“Fuck, Tate, your ass is mine,” I grunt, pressing harder as my knot begins to push inside.
“Shit, Beck, it’s so big. Fuck! I don’t think I can. Oh GOD!” he shouts as I lock inside of him. I can’t stop myself. I come immediately, filling his ass with my cum.
“Make yourself come, Tate,” I bark, and he grunts loudly as his hips jerk and he makes a mess of the bedding.
He’s trembling. I wrap my arms tight around him, and kiss his back, until he turns and I can finally taste his lips. I love this alpha. He’s mine. My pack. My family and Belle is my omega, but she’s not ready to learn that yet, but it’s only a matter of time before truths are revealed.
The morning comes too soon, and Ken is knocking on our door. Angel gets up and answers as I try to wake up. The scent of coffee fills my nose, and I groan. Fuck, I love that man. Not really, but he does treat us well.
Angel shuts the door and brings our tray of drinks over. Peppermint mocha for me and tea for Tate. I’m not sure what Belle likes, but she moans after her first sip. Angel licks his lips, and his cock perks up.
“Nope, big guy, we do not have time for that,” Belle sasses, rolling her eyes. Handing him her drink, she climbs off the bed, and we all groan as her ass is exposed. She slept in a cropped gray hoodie and no panties.
She was still locked with Angel after a second round in the bathroom, but he moved them to the bed when Belle started to fall asleep wrapped in his arms.
She’s changing us all. Even in a few short days, and the guys don’t even know if she’s their match too. I think she is. She’s too perfect for us not to be.
She’s making me think about the future for the first time ever. Something that would usually put me into a tailspin or an anxiety attack.
Getting dressed, we finish our drinks, leave a large cash tip for the maid, because this room needs sanitation, then leave. Ken waits for us at the check out desk and gives me a sad smile as we join him.
“Angel, why don’t you and Belle go wait in the car. Tate and I have something to do,” I say, and he nods, taking Belle’s hand, leading her toward the automatic doors. The limo is right out front, waiting.
The moment she’s outside Ken speaks. “Your father has found you a bride and wants you to meet her the night we get to LA. He said this one is the omega for you, and if you refuse he’s going to cancel the rest of your tour.”
“He can’t fucking do that,” Tate roars, putting his hands in his hair, tugging.
I grab my phone and immediately call Russel Baron, Tate’s father and the owner of our label.
“Beck, you don't -,” Tate starts but I cut him off. I point to the limo and he nods, knowing exactly what I'm trying to say.
“Beckett, I was wondering when you would call. I’m assuming you heard the good news. Wait until you meet her. She will be the perfect omega for you all.”
“Sir, what happened to the dates we had on the schedule?” I ask, hoping to bring some sense back into the man.
The last few months I swear he's been losing his mind.
“They have been cancelled and we sent the lovely omegas VIP tickets to your Georgia show. Everything has been handled. Tate will come to the house on Christmas Eve alone to meet his new bride.”
“The fuck I will,” Tate growls, taking the phone from me.
“I will not be coming alone. Beck and Angel will be there too. She's not just my omega, father. And what if we happen to meet our mate before this meeting?”
Tate's father laughs until he starts to have a coughing fit. It takes a few wheezes for him to catch his breath, and Tate looks at me.
His eyebrows are furrowed, and I shrug. Maybe he just has a cold. It is that time of year.
“You have spent five years gallivanting, Tate. It's time for you to settle and give me grandbabies. I miss the little pitter patter of tiny feet. This house is too big for just me. It's time, son. As for the others, we don't want to overwhelm the little omega. They can meet her later. You will be marrying her after all,” he states, and then yawns.
“Don't let me down, Tate.” He ends the call, and I grab my phone before it's thrown into a wall.
“Fuck,” Tate roars, and I sigh.
Well this just turned our world upside down.