Chapter 45
FORTY-FIVE
Playing: dandelion by Ariana Grande
Rory’s omega has taken over completely and I am living for it.
If any of us thought Rory would be the ball-buster between them, we were wrong .
She hasn’t given us a single moment of rest, tugging on us left and right, completely wanton in her need for relief.
Dax looks like he’s never had a better workout in his life, which makes me chuckle because he’s always giving me a hard time about being out of shape.
She’s been calling the shots. I read that some omegas like to be led during their heats, that they don’t like making any decisions, but that is not the case with my mate. She knows exactly what she wants, and has no problem telling us in her own way.
Not that I’m complaining. She is completely insatiable.
Our beasts have never been so in tune with each other.
My alpha has reached out more often, sensing the presence of his mate.
I would say having to reign in the rut has been difficult but it hasn’t.
Everett is fully in his element. There isn’t a single part of me that wants to push past his dominance, knowing it’ll always lead me where I need to go.
I feel so much closer to her than I did a few days ago. She trusted us enough to see her in this vulnerable state and that simple fact churns something up in me.
I want to be the alpha she deserves, love her as fiercely as she does everyone around her.
Rory crosses her arms and angry pouts, refusing to eat the salad that we pre-made for her. She’s thankfully been okay with drinking water when we thrust it at her, but she’s been fighting me every step of the way when it comes to food.
I need to find her safe food more than anything, something that we can keep around for her future heats, but it’s proving difficult.
She doesn’t seem to want anything but our knots, which I am happy to give her, but I know she needs nutrients.
The sandwiches we had were a no-go. She didn’t even want to drink soup.
“Omega, it’s been a little over a day since you’ve eaten something,” I tell her. We’re on the floor of her temporary nest while the other two take the moment for some shut-eye. We’re naked and vulnerable and reeking of sex, but it’s the most comfortable I’ve ever been with her.
She looks at the salad in my hands again and scrunches her nose. “Smells,” she mutters, her eyes tearing up. My eyes widen, her defiance turning into distress quickly through the bond. I think about waking Everett up for half a second before I realize what’s happening.
The smell of the food is messing with the scents we’ve created in the nest.
Panicking, I put the lid on the salad quickly.
“I’m so sorry, Omega,” I say, ruffling back her wild bedhead.
Her blue locks have never looked so thick and my fingers have found a home in them for the past thirty or so hours.
“Will you eat it if we’re not in your nest?
Would it make you uncomfortable if we go into the hallway? ”
She stares at me for a few seconds before she shrugs and gets up from the floor. I have to scramble to keep up with her, following her out into the hallway where she sits once again.
Like I said, she just takes the charge unlike anything I’ve ever seen before. She pats the ground next to her and there’s a glimmer in her eyes, a small recognition. I pull the lid back off the salad and try to feed her again, this time successfully.
She eats the entire bowl without any complaint.
It actually blows my mind as she takes the last bite and looks into the bowl like she expects more to be there.
“I’m guessing you didn’t hate the food , just where we were eating it,” I state, but I get a confirming nod from her anyway.
“Cool. We can try to do it this way later, too. Did you like the salad?” She gives me a beaming smile in response that makes my entire day.
I hand her a bottle of water before closing up the container so I can throw it away.
When I try to stand up, her hand grabs my wrist in a panic as a whine leaves her throat.
I toss the container to the side, immediately abandoning my original idea of leaving her here in the hallway to throw it away.
It’s our first heat, so I’ll remember these details. Anytime one of us has left the nest, two of us stayed behind to keep her company. It’s not usual, or okay, to leave an omega alone in the midst of it.
She crawls onto my lap and eases her head into my shoulder. It’s like she’s trying to burrow herself under my skin, but I welcome it eagerly. My arms go around her and we enjoy each other’s embrace for as long as we can. I’m sure her cramps will be back soon.
“You’re the greatest thing that’s ever happened to me,” I say quietly, my words meant only for her.
“Before college started, I was ready to live my life on my own terms. I was done with my father, but that didn’t mean the scars had healed.
I felt useless… like every bad thing my father had said to me in drunken anger was true”—I swallow roughly—“but then I met you and things started to look a lot more clear.
“I know those years of keeping our connection a secret was wrong, but knowing that you existed… knowing you were real and tangible, it meant everything to me. The universe thought I had the potential to be with this incredible person. It gave me strength to become the person you needed, too.”
She sighs happily at that, holding me tighter. I move my fingers up and down her back, pushing out some pheromones to soothe her. It’s so relaxing that I don’t even mind the wall behind me digging into my back.
Then Rory’s cranberry scent blossoms into something more powerful.
Her hips start to roll over mine in the slowest, most torturous movements ever, causing my cock to harden instantly beneath her.
Her pussy slides right over me, her slick practically pouring over me.
She gives a loud-pitched whine and digs her nails into my shoulders.
“I’ve got you, twilight,” I hum as I take her hips in my hands and pull her up enough to sink her back down on top of me.
You’d think all the fucking would cause my dick to be wrung out, but it’s more alive than ever.
Every second of sliding into her is like the first time, all new and exciting and toe-curling.
She moves a bit fast as she sits all the way down, a loud moan falling from her lips.
I can’t do anything but sit there as she pumps herself up and down, the rhythm moving faster as her orgasm nears.
I feel electric by the way she uses me, my body completely hers in every way.
I wouldn’t mind if she did this outside of the nest. I’d just lie back and let her have her way with me whenever she wanted .
“That’s it,” I mutter, kissing her shoulder and giving it a little nip. “Ride me, baby. You feel so fucking good.”
My thumb brushes alongside Dax’s bite on her inner thigh and she squeals with pleasure, pulsing around me in a way that makes me grit my teeth.
Her pleasure is my pleasure, and it skyrockets through me like a bullet.
Her pace quickens and I can do nothing but hold on for the ride, my knot hitting her entrance with every bounce of her.
I feel Everett and Dax shift in the bond, curious at our absence. When the door opens beside us, Rory moans loudly and slams down on my knot, taking it completely.
I explode as she convulses, completely enamored with the electricity it sends through me. I think I blackout for a second, because my head is leaned back against the wall when I open my eyes again. My omega rubs her face in my chest, marking me with her scent.
“Fuck,” Dax utters, the arousal from him in the bond undeniable. When Rory sees them, she reaches out, whining because she can’t get off my knot to get to them. They get on the floor and come to us, cooing at her and comforting her as their proximity helps ease the distress.
“We’re here now,” Ev murmurs, his hands touching every sliver of skin that he can reach. “Do you need more, love?”
She groans, her body blazing with heat. Sweat adorns her forehead as she cries out at the sensation in her lower belly.
“It hurts,” she says, grasping it. My knot is starting to relax, undoing its grip on her in a way that leaves her empty and wanting.
My dick will be spent for at least five more minutes, so I wrap her in my arms and whisper, “Let’s go back into the nest and let your mates take care of you. ”
She nods and lets us maneuver her back to the nest, the combined scents doing wonders as her body immediately releases its tension. She pushes Dax onto his back and straddles him, taking him in the same position that she just took me.
“Oh, hell yeah,” he says with a big grin. “I was hoping you’d push me around again, Omega. A dream come true.”
His laughter seizes into a moan as she sinks down on him, controlling the pace and completely dominating him in every way. I hide my choking laughter behind a fist as Everett moves behind our mate, a bottle in hand.
“You’re being a greedy omega today, aren’t you, my love?” Rory moans at the reverence in his tone, turning to look him in the eyes. He snaps the cap open on the bottle and she watches as he drips the lube on his cock and strokes.
She bites her lip, a certain emotion peeking through the bond that I don’t recognize. Everett chuckles, kneeling behind her. “You’re remembering that first time, too, huh? We were just like this. You on top of Dax, but your eyes on me .”
“Hey—” Dax tries to huff out a protest but it just turns into a straggling moan as she continues to move on top of him.