Chapter 17
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
ANGEL
“ S he’s in heat?” I shout, and Beck comes running into the kitchen. We have been preparing a nest just for Belle all afternoon. Partly to keep our mind off Tate meeting an omega and the other because Belle is ours, and she will need her own space.
“ Yes, so get the dirty laundry, blankets, pillows, anything you can find. And prepare for a doctor to stop by. Kella stabbed me,” he groans, and I freeze, my mouth dropping open.
What the fuck? How in the fuck?
“You were stabbed? By Kella! Bitch is so dead. Forget removing her key card access. Let me burn her house down.”
“Ugh, we can’t… Well not until Belle says it’s okay. Kella is her sister. It’s a long story. I will tell you later, but don’t forget bottles of water and snacks. Hurry. We will be home in fifteen minutes.”
He ends the call, and Beck is pacing. His eyes wide and frantic. “Who is in heat? Is it Belle? The new omega? Because I don’t think I can handle fucking someone else, Angel. I can't because my heart physically aches, and my cock is soft.”
I laugh, shaking my head as I walk to the laundry room. I’m glad we were too tired last night to wash any clothes.
Beck grabs his phone and starts googling what we need for a heat, and I’m ashamed to admit how unprepared we are for this.
“The omega is Belle. She’s ours, Beck. Oh and Tate married and bonded with her, and Belle’s sister, Kella, the skank, stabbed him.”
“What the fuck,” he shouts, chasing after me. “Is Tate okay? Where was he stabbed?”
“Yeah, it was just a flesh wound. He will be A-okay in no time. But he said to prepare a room for the doctor. We should maybe do the spare room by the garage. Less risk of another omega’s scent getting in the house.”
“Smart, okay according to the interweb, we need items with our scent on them, cozy blankets. We already bought the curtains. Lube, we should get some of that for our room, and things to keep her hydrated and fed, if she chooses to eat.”
“Shit, what if we all go into a rut and fuck ourselves to death?” he blurts, and I toss my head back laughing.
“What a way to die, amiright?” I joke, and he glares at me.
“This isn’t funny, Angel. We have never done this shit before. What if we kill Belle. Fuck, I need to..” he starts to hyperventilate. I drop the clothes on the floor and rush over to him.
“Beck, breathe, deep breaths. I won’t let anything happen to you, Belle or Tate. You’re my family. I would die before any harm came to you. Listen to my voice.”
I place his hand on my chest and let him feel the deep breaths as I take them. He soon calms and falls into my arms for a hug. I may not love him like Tate does, but he’s still my best friend.
The broken boy that would sneak into our treehouse and hide when his mother was on a bender. The one that I would buy new clothes for and tell him they were too small for me, so his pants didn’t have holes and shoes weren't pinching his toes.
I meant what I said. I would die for Beck. He is my brother, my pack, my family, and nothing is going to change that.
I pat his back, and he nods. “Thanks. I’m sorry that I’m not stronger. I’ll sterilize the room for the doctor. You get her nest ready the best you can. After this heat we will take her shopping for anything she may want. I can’t believe she’s really ours… We get to keep her… I think finally our family is complete.”
He spins and rushes off for the medical supplies we keep in the garage. This isn’t the first time we have needed a house call from the doctor.
A few minutes later, after I place all our scent-covered clothes onto the giant bed we have in the room we were making for Belle, I hear the garage door open.
“Angel,” Tate shouts, and I can smell her. Holy shit. My legs shake as I run out into the hall and down the stairs to the living room.
“She smells like minty chocolate,” I groan, and Beck laughs.
“Yeah, I’m glad your blockers wore off, because I have been going crazy all week,” he groans, then takes Belle from Ken.
“I’ll leave you three to take care of your omega. I will stop by daily and leave things to eat out on the patio,” he says, then smacks me on the shoulder and walks back outside.
“The doctor is already waiting for you, Tate,” Beck says, and he gives Belle a longing look.
“She’s out of it now, but she told me in the car on the way here that she’s really pissed off at us, but she’s fallen for us and if she asks for your bite to give it to her. But she said, and I quote, ‘We will be having a long talk in a few days.’” He shakes his head and laughs, smirking, then wincing.
“Tate, go get patched up. We will take good care of our omega,” Beck assures, and Tate leans over and kisses Belle’s head, sighs, then walks off. I watch Beck as he almost follows, then stops himself.
“Come on. Let’s get her upstairs, so when she wakes up again, we are all ready,” I suggest, and he nods.
“I can’t believe she’s really ours. I’d thought she was, and I’d hoped, but now…”
Turning, he looks at me and I can see lightness in his blue eyes. Belle has changed us all for the better, but for Beck this was more.
“She’s not going anywhere,” I tell him, and he grins.
Once we have Belle placed in the middle of the mattress, Beck runs downstairs to check on Tate while I plug in the twinkling lights we hung on the ceiling. It is Christmas after all… Well in a few days.
Might as well make this festive. We also have some books around us. It just felt right for Belle to have them in her nest. The shelves will come in a few days.
Whimpering on the bed has my focus pulled back to my omega. My cock is painfully hard for her right now, and my knot aches. Stripping my clothes, I climb onto the bed and pull her against my chest.
“Alpha,” she purrs, and my eyes roll back. I think I’m going to have a problem with her heat. I have heard about ruts, and I already struggled to control myself around my vixen.
“Shhh, I have you, baby. How are you feeling?” I ask, and she whimpers, wiggling around until her face is between my throat and shoulder.
“You lied to me. You're mine, and you let me go,” she whimpers as she slicks all down my leg. “I should hate you, but I don’t, and I need you, Angel.” Looking up at me her face is flushed, but I notice a dark shadow along her cheek, and a tiny cut on the corner of her upper lip.
I growl, and she trembles, but not in fear. I would never hurt her. I will protect her and whoever put their hands on her will pay.
“I didn’t know that you were my scent match. Beck did, but he struggled to accept that you'd want him. Please go easy on us, Vixen, because we have been so scared since you disappeared. So miserable without you.”
“Enough talking. I need you, Angel,” Belle whimpers, and throws her leg over me, straddling my cock. She grinds on top of me, and her slick drips down onto my knot and balls.
She’s burning up, and I can tell she aches. “Please, Alpha, I need your knot,” she whines, and I nod. Lifting her hips, she grips my knot and holds me in position as I lower her down.
“Ahh,” she moans, rolling her hips slowly as I place my feet onto the mattress and fuck up into her. “Yesss,” she screams, slicking even more. Our scents fill the room and all I can think is that we need to go camping soon. I need a peppermint smore like right now.
“Fuck, Vixen, you’re perfect. My perfect omega,” I groan as she swivels her hips, grinding harder. My knot budges up against her, but it’s not time yet. Chocolate and coconut hits my nose and I know Beck has joined us.
“Do you want your alpha to take your ass while I knot this pretty cunt?” I ask her, and she nods.
“Knots, cum. I need you,” she stutters, her gray eyes hazing over. I nod at Beck, and he climbs onto the mattress behind her. I can’t see what he’s doing, but I know the moment he’s joined me in her delectable body.
“Fuck, Beck, I can feel you,” I groan, and he hisses.
“She’s so tight. I’m not going to last long.”
“Please, please, knots,” Belle cries, and I push her harder onto me. Leaning down, she licks my chest and nibbles, not piercing the skin… Until she does.
“Holy fuck,” I shout, as my knot slips into place and she licks her bloody lips.
“Bite,” she whines, and I kiss her collarbone before sinking my teeth into her skin. She cums hard around my length.
“I love you, Vixen, and I am never letting you go again.”
“So fucking hot. Belle, fuck,” Beck groans as he knots her ass and she turns her head to kiss him. The sight of her wearing my mark has my head spinning and I explode inside of her, filling her with my cum.
She slicks even more, and I can’t breathe. The scents in this room, the emotions she’s pushing through our bond. The way I can feel Tate and now Beck too, has me in a haze. But it’s the most incredible thing, and I don’t ever want it to end.
BECKETT
Angel passes out as Belle sleeps on his chest. I don’t know what to do right now, but I’m locked. There is no way I can move. Tate joins us and I glance at his bandaged shoulder.
“What did the doctor say?” I ask him. My words are choked, and he moves closer, kneeling beside me.
“I’ll be fine, baby, what’s wrong?” he asks, and I give him a big smile as the tears fill my eyes.
“She bit me,” I whisper, and he smirks. “She actually chose me. And she was lucid, Tate.”
“Well, then I guess there is just one more thing to do,” he says, leaning closer to kiss my lips and he runs his hand along Belle’s back. She sighs in her sleep, and he smiles, pulling back from me.
“What?” I ask, licking my lips.
He gives me a wink, then nips my shoulder. “Bite me,” he mumbles against my skin, and I burst out in laughter as my knot starts to deflate.
“Yeah. I think you’re right,” I say, turning to him and wrapping my arms around his neck. “I’m sorry it took me so long, Tate. But now we’re complete… Well. I lean down and bite his good shoulder in the same place he marked me. “Perfect,” I sigh, and he squeezes me tighter with his one arm.
“I would have waited forever for you, Beck,” he whispers before kissing me again until I can’t breathe, and I’m the one begging for his knot.
TATE
Four days… I haven’t had a normal conversation with anyone in four days. Do you know how boring that is, and how hard it is to take care of two alphas in a rut and an omega in a heat haze… With one good arm to boot.
Fuck, I am tired and we all need showers. No matter how often I helped them clean up and changed the bedding I still have slick and cum on my skin. I can feel Beck waking up, His emotions wash over me, and I grin.
He’s happy. For the first time in forever he is content and I owe it all to our omega. To Belle. We still have a lot to discuss, and I will need her to come back to my father’s with me. Shit!
I groan and rub my eyes. My father can be a sadistic alpha when it comes to evil. I hope he’s at least fed Belle’s dad and sister. I still can’t believe that psycho stabbed me. Someone laughs down the hall, and I breathe it in.
I can’t wait until we fill this house with joy and children. I said I didn’t need an omega, but I was wrong. I should have never let my past and trauma get in the way of my pack's happiness. Looking back at my laptop screen, I finished filling out the paperwork to officially claim Belle.
She’s not only my wife, she’s my omega, and that won’t ever change.
“I’m so hungry,” Belle moans, running to the stove and eating the bacon before it’s had a chance to cool. “Oh, fuck, shit, that’s so hot,” she mumbles, and I laugh.
Realizing that I’m in the room, I watch as her cheeks blush. I love that. I hope it never changes. Even after having her in every way possible, covering her in my cum. I love how innocent and shy she acts.
“Good morning, hubby,” she sasses, leaning over the counter, giving me a peek of her naked breast under Angel’s tank-top she must have snatched.
Laughing, I roll my eyes. “Good afternoon, wife,” I reply, and she rolls her eyes. Flipping her hair, she takes a band and throws it up into a messy bun, leaving a tendril down on each side of her face.
The bruising on her cheek is fading, but it’s now yellow. “I’m going to kill him for putting his hands on you,” I growl, and she perfumes, making my knot ache.
“Belle,” I grunt, and she blushes even more.
“Sorry. But I can’t help it,” she whines and walks closer to me. She runs her finger along my bandage and looks me in the eyes. “I’m sorry Kella hurt you. She’s always been evil.”
I wrap my arm around her, turning and pulling her between my thighs. “I would take a million stab wounds if it kept you safe, baby,” I mutter and then groan.
“Okay, I love you, but you need to go put some panties on. You’re making a mess on the floor, and we have things to do today.”
“Like…”
“Well first we need to deal with your family, then the guys and I have an interview…”
“Yes, about that! Why didn’t you tell me you were Knotty fucking Trip!”
Crossing her arms, she gives me the cutest glare.
“That’s my fault. We have been burned too many times. Fans pretending they didn’t know who we were only to take photos, or find things out that they could sell to the media.” I sigh, and close my eyes. “I’m sorry, Belle, but I had to protect my family.”
I feel her hand brush my cheek, and I open my eyes.
“I understand, Tate, but no more lies okay. I have been controlled and given half truths my whole life. I don’t want that from my alphas too.”
“No worries, Vixen,” Angel says, entering the kitchen. He’s freshly showered and ready for the day.
Belle perfumes again, and I really need some space from her. I’d like nothing more than to knot her and breed her, but we can’t. I wasn’t lying, we have so much to do, and we still need to talk.