Chapter 29 Winnie
Winnie
The spider is gone, and I am left totally horrified. Where the hell did it go?
Meanwhile, Corbin is looking around my house like a serial killer might be hiding in my cupboards. Gage is looking at Corbin with a mix of embarrassment and anger. Great.
“Where did it go?” I demand, since that is absolutely my biggest concern right now.
Corbin scans my kitchen and tiny living room. “Where did what go?” he asks, urgent. That is when I notice his gun is drawn, leveled at the floor.
This time I laugh. I cannot seem to stop, but between gasping breaths I manage, “The spider.”
Corbin’s face goes blank. “Spider?”
“It wasn’t just a spider. The thing was the size of my hand,” Gage insists, spreading his hand like evidence.
“That was why you screamed?” Corbin asks, a smile tugging at his lips.
“Fuck you,” Gage mutters, grabbing a broom and dustpan to sweep up the broken glass.
“It disappeared,” I mutter, looking around warily.
“What did?” Corbin asks.
“The spider, man. Keep up,” Gage replies.
“Okay, well, it's bound to show up sooner or later,” Corbin says casually.
I gawk at his calm attitude. “Are you suggesting I just let that thing roam around my house?” I demand.
“Well, what else can we do?” Gage asks.
“Oh, I don’t know. Burn the freaking house down?” I offer, not entirely sarcastic.
Corbin barks out a laugh that both elates and annoys me. “Okay, Sweetheart. We will find it. Don’t worry.”
Without any communication at all, the alphas begin searching my house. I take a seat, legs pulled up to my chest. My little nemesis must be found. This is not okay. We cannot share a space.
Corbin and Gage move like they can read each other’s minds. Where one goes high, the other goes low. Where one enters a room, the other covers the rest. They are clearly pack. Corbin may have “left”, but his alpha does not seem to have gotten the memo.
“Got you,” Corbin announces, raising his hand.
Before I can stop him, Gage catches Corbin’s wrist before he can smash the spider. Corbin growls, frustrated, until Gage presents a new cup and a sturdier sheet of paper. This time the capture and release goes smoothly.
I watch as the large, beastly thing scuttles off into the forest. I wish it well. Just because I hate spiders does not mean they should die.
Now onto my next problem: how hot I feel.
My omega surges upward, close to taking control.
Corbin and Gage are staring each other down in the driveway.
These alphas are not in positions to help me.
They still have too many problems with each other.
I cannot add to that. That is not what omegas do.
We are supposed to bond packs together, not fracture them by going into a heat spike with the two pack members who hate each other most.
My omega does not get the memo.
The omega whine that crawls up my throat is needy and humiliating. My face flames.
Corbin and Gage snap their gazes to me in unison.
My perfume rises and Corbin’s eyes darken while Gage scans me from head to toe.
Corbin strides across the drive toward me.
His cedar and leather scent has been amazing since he stopped using scent-neutralizers, but now it's euphoric.
I bury my face between his pecs and inhale desperately. His arms cage me in safety.
His hand presses to the back of my neck. “She’s burning up,” I hear him tell the other alpha, though through my heat-thick mind the words come slow and blurry. Already I feel this alpha’s name slipping away. Sheriff… something.
“Shit,” the other alpha says.
My heart sinks. My scent plummets into dead-garden territory. Does the other alpha not want me?
The alpha holding me growls, deep. “If you don’t want this, then leave. You cannot bring that kind of energy to this. It's not good for her.”
“No, that’s not—” the other alpha says, followed by a heavy sigh and boots crunching over gravel. Space and scent surround me, and I lift my face from this alpha’s chest enough to make eye contact with the other.
“I’m sorry, Princess. I want to be here. I do. I’m sorry,” he repeats. He glances up at my big alpha. “I can play nice. I promise, okay?” He slides his brown eyes back down to mine.
My omega wants both of their scents closer. I reach out, fisting my hand in the front of his shirt and pulling. He comes easily, his hand resting on the small of my back.
A heat cramp rolls through me and I keen. Both alphas move closer on instinct, caging me between their bodies. Right where I want to be.
Then one of them moves away and I almost scream with frustration. The big one—Corbin, my groggy mind supplies—scoops me up and presses his lips to my forehead.
“It’s okay, Sweetheart. Gage hasn’t gone anywhere. He’s just getting the door.” Sure enough, the other alpha holds the door open while Corbin carries me inside and over to the sofa in my tiny living room.
“We need to make this quick. The heat spike is painful for her. She needs to be filled,” Corbin says. As the dominant alpha, heat spikes and coordination fall to him, even if it's only him and one other alpha. It seems like both alphas have decided to give him that duty again.
I half expect the other alpha to argue. I vaguely remember that he's the stubborn one. But here he seems willing to take Corbin’s lead.
Shirts come off, then pants. Two boxer-covered alphas with barely contained erections stand in my living room.
I whine, lean forward, and pull Corbin’s boxers down over his cock.
It bobs free, the thick head already weeping.
My tongue licks gently at the tip of Corbin’s.
A guttural, strained growl rips from his throat.
His hands thread through my hair lightly, but he's not the only one here and my omega wants both of these alphas.
I lean to the left and lick the tip of the other cock. The low moan that follows is satisfying.
“Jesus, Princess,” he groans.
“She’s so sweet,” Corbin replies as I move back to him.
“Yeah, but I bet she needs more. Huh, Princess?”
I nod eagerly.
Corbin takes it as an invitation and sits on the couch next to me.
“Come here, Sweetheart.” He pulls me over his lap so that I'm straddling him, one leg on each side.
My dress rides up over my thighs and hips.
His hands grab and press under the hemline.
He urges my hips forward and my sex, covered by nothing but slick-soaked silk panties, slides over the hard ridge of his cock.
It presses into my clit and I gasp as heat shoots up my spine and pools in my belly.
Corbin grasps my hips more firmly and guides me over him until another heat cramp hits.
“I’m sorry, Sweetheart. That was selfish of me,” he says as his fingers find the cloth covering my sex and pulls it aside. He lines himself up with my entrance. His hands guide my hips down as he pushes up. The tight fit is sweet agony.
My forehead tips to his and his eyes lock on mine. This close, they're like twin pools. “That’s it, baby. Keep your eyes on me. You’re taking me so well. Perfect omega.”
Once he's fully seated, the heat pain ebbs away.
We work together. I swirl my hips, rubbing his cock against the place that hurt the most, and he thrusts upward at a slow pace. Still, it's not everything I need. My omega knows there is another alpha behind us and she wants him too. My core is full, but everything else feels empty.
I look over my shoulder and meet the eyes of the other alpha. Gage, a voice inside me says. His gaze is locked where Corbin’s cock is moving inside me. His own length is in his hand, working slowly. My whine is sharp and his eyes snap up to mine. He drops to his knees behind me.
“You need me, Princess?” he asks, his hands leaving his cock to stroke my ass, then my sides, helping me lift and move on Corbin again.
I nod. Words are slippery, but I manage, “More.”
He leans forward, mouth pressing to my back, licking and sucking as he moves down.
“I read your boundaries list. Memorized it. It’s been my bedtime story,” he growls as his fingers trail along my thighs, gathering slick.
His fingers come to the ring of my ass, and before pressing in, he runs his tongue along the tight muscles, preparing me.
I hear him spit and feel the slow pressure of his fingers.
Combined with the deep thrusts beneath me, heat curls upward, forming a tight knot.
His fingers press in and it feels incredible. Then Corbin leans forward, sucking one breast into his mouth while his hand takes the other. “Fuck, Winnie. You’re perfect for us. Ride my cock while Gage fucks that sweet ass with his fingers. Do you feel him, Sweetheart?”
“Yes. Daddy, fuck me harder,” I beg, and the look on Corbin’s face could level mountains. His eyes darken and he grips my hips, thrusting into me with force, hitting deep every time.
“Say it again,” he demands.
“Daddy, please fuck me!” I cry.
Gage groans behind me. “Take another finger and ride Daddy’s cock. Be a good girl for him, huh, Princess?”
That does it. The tight ball of energy inside me snaps as my body clenches around a hard cock and curling fingers.
Corbin holds on for a moment longer before he comes, filling me.
I glance back and see release coating Gage’s hand.
He removes his fingers, then pushes some of it back inside me.
The sight nearly sends me spiraling again, but my body is spent.
“That’s my good Sweetheart. You took that so well,” Corbin praises as I slump forward, resting my cheek against his chest. A blanket is draped over us. Gage starts to rise and I reach for him. He hesitates.
“Please don’t leave,” I ask. He glances at the door and my heart drops, but then he sits beside us. I rest my head on Corbin’s chest and turn my face toward Gage. He tucks loose curls behind my ear.
“I’m not leaving you, Princess,” he promises, and for a moment I see the alpha beneath the anger.
“Thank you,” I say. His eyes widen in surprise.
“Why are you thanking me when I just got to have the sweetest ass of my life?” he teases, grinning.
“It means a lot that you stayed,” I say quietly. His smile fades and his eyes soften.
We rest in silence. It's so comforting. Just as I settle in, accepting that this is where I might spend the next few hours, Corbin speaks.
“You need anything, Sweetheart?” he asks, his fingers stroking my hair.
Maybe it's the afterglow or the lingering heat, but I don't hide my feelings. “You two need to talk this out,” I mutter.
I almost take it back, but I’m too tired. I once read that heat spikes are as hard on an omega’s body as running a marathon. My eyelids feel heavy. I slip into sleep.