Chapter 39
Posey is a goddess. Her heat has been going strong for two days now, and it’s taking all four of us to keep her satisfied.
Watching her come with any one of us is a sight to behold and makes me want to worship at her altar every day for the rest of our lives.
Though I’d prefer she wasn’t in heat for all of those days.
As hot as it is watching our girl get railed every hour on the hour, I miss our omega.
Her bond has been eerily quiet unless she’s in a rare moment of lucidity, and even then all I can feel from her is pain and unadulterated need.
Right now though? She’s being an absolute menace.
The twins had been tag-teaming her in an effort to sate this latest round of her heat, but now I’m trying to get her to eat something and being completely unsuccessful because she’s a stubborn little thing. “Primrose, sit your cute ass down and eat the sandwich Mack was nice enough to get for you.”
She crosses her arms, lips pursed in a pout as she wiggles in her spot.
I know she’s aching and her omega is trying to convince her food is less important than a knot right now, but that’s why we’re here.
It’s an alpha’s job to take care of their omega when she’s in a vulnerable state.
And that includes making sure she eats and stays hydrated so they have the strength to get through their heat.
I sigh, pinching the bridge of my nose. “Do I need to take you over my knee?” I ask sternly. I’m not normally one for punishments in the bedroom, but this has been the one thing she consistently responds to and at this point I’ll try anything to get some food in her.
She immediately perks up, eyes hazy but wide with interest. An idea sparks. “How about this,” I murmur, stroking a finger down her cheek. “For every bite you take, I’ll give you one spank. But it has to be a good bite. Not just a nibble. Seem fair?”
Her nod is barely perceptible and obviously hesitant, but it’s better than anything I’ve gotten out of her so far. She takes a big bite of her sandwich, and I smirk. “Good girl. That’s one.”
I continue to count out loud with every subsequent bite, and finally at the eighth she pushes the plate away. She managed to get down more than half of the sandwich, which satisfies my alpha for now. “Excellent job, doll. Now a few sips of water.”
I don’t know if it’s the tone of my voice or if the praise has softened her, but she sips at the ice cold drink without complaint, the whole time eyeing me like I’m her next meal.
And hell, maybe I am. But after feeling her sharp little teeth sink into my neck, I know exactly what a good way to go that would be.
“Are you all done?” She nods, and my answering grin is full of pride. “That’s my girl. Are you ready for your reward now?”
A beaming grin lights her face, a brief moment of lucidity slipping through. “Yes, Jude.”
Hearing her call me Jude when she’s only been calling me alpha feels like the most insane aphrodisiac.
My cock goes rock solid in an instant and my knot throbs, a low growl vibrating my throat as I try to sift through the red haze that’s settled over my vision.
Bonding is the cure to Alpha Rabidity, but unfortunately it’s not an instant fix.
So for a little while it’s likely I will occasionally have slips or moments of confusion where the rabidity can get a foothold.
My body has gone stone still as my mind desperately tries to keep my alpha from taking the drivers seat, but I’m aware enough to register a slight form molding itself to mine.
The form begins to vibrate softly, and the fog clears as quickly as it came on.
Posey has wrapped herself around me like a little octopus, legs and arms interlocked behind my waist and back as her chest rattles with a comforting omega purr.
Omega purrs are supposed to be rare, only being used during times of their alpha’s extreme emotional duress, but Posey uses it freely and often.
It’s something I’ve come to love about our precious omega.
And now that I know her purr is an instant balm to any moment of heightened emotion, I’ll probably be begging her to purr for me on a regular basis.
I smooth my hands down her back, giving myself just one more moment to relish in her presence before unwinding her limbs from my body and setting her down on the cushioned floor of the nest. There’s an overstuffed armchair in the corner that is the perfect height for what we need, so I reluctantly step away from Posey and sit on the edge, leaving my knees and thighs off.
I pat my lap with a smirk and crook a finger, waiting to see if she complies.
She does instantly, dropping to her knees and crawling my way with a hungry look that would make a lesser man weak in the knees.
It’s me. I am the lesser man.
My body trembles in disbelief that this incredible creature is truly mine.
“You’re so beautiful, Posey,” I whisper, eyes completely fixated on her face.
Her own eyes are dazed, likely a sign that she’s back in another wave of heat, but the flicker of recognition at my words makes my heart skip a beat.
Knowing she’s gone and won’t understand more than a basic command, I shift my tone to something more dominant. “On my lap, Omega.”
I watch as she scrambles to comply, my breath catching in my chest when her breasts press against my bare thighs.
We’ve all been naked for the last two days, so it’s not until moments like this: moments where I can slow down and really look at my girl that I remember and appreciate Posey’s incredible body.
My chest rumbles with a purr as I ghost a featherlight touch down the back of her thighs. “Such a beautiful omega,” I praise. Goosebumps pop up along her legs, making me smile. “If you’re with me I want you to count each one out loud. Can you do that?”
“Yes Alpha,” she replies breathlessly. She’s wiggling all over my lap, clearly eager for her reward.
My hand rises and falls, landing against her ass with an audible smack, but not hard enough to leave a mark.
“One,” Posey squeaks. My hand comes down again, harder this time.
“Two,” she whimpers. Slick is soaking my thighs, and the smell of her arousal is almost enough to make me forgo the rest of the reward.
My cock kicks against Posey’s stomach every time she moves, and it’s all I can do to finish her spankings.
The last six are done in rapid succession, each one a little bit harder than the last until all that’s left is a red handprint and a sobbing, squirming, desperate omega.
Mack’s cotton candy scent fills the nest with mine and Posey’s and when I glance up, his pupils are blown as he stares open-mouthed at the scene we’re making.
I lift Posey so she’s sitting up on my lap facing him and bend down so I can whisper in her ear.
“Mack’s throat is looking a little bare, doll. How do you feel about fixing that?”
Mack chokes, clearly not expecting me to offer our girl to him so freely after working her up.
But they forget that as the pack lead, it’s my job to make sure all the members of my pack are cared for, and in this specific instance, it means making sure Mack, Paxton, and Parker solidify their bonds before the end of Posey’s heat.
Her wide, unseeing eyes meet mine and she nods vigorously. I pat her thigh then, giving her a little push towards Mack. “Then go get your alpha, doll.”