Chapter Thirty-Five
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Rifling through Willow’s bag, I find the key quickly and unlock the door with a flourish.
The alarm beeps jarringly, and Cujo carries our beautiful omega over to the keypad so she can punch in a code and quiet the incessant noise.
The sight of her in his arms, so small and sweet, makes me want to snatch her back from his clutches.
We’re learning to share. I need to remind myself of this over and over, though part of me wants to curse fate for giving her two scent-matches.
Bruce comes padding over, and I pet the dog’s silky fur, thankful when I don’t get a nip in return.
His intelligent eyes take in the situation.
He wags his tail twice before jumping onto the couch and lying down with a huff.
Guess he’s decided we’re not a threat to Willow.
The scent of my baby girl’s nectar is etched on my fingertips, and I bring them to my nose, taking a heady sniff.
Cujo disappears down the hallway, and a growl rumbles through my chest. Seconds ago, she was in my arms. I’m not going to be left behind now. No, I’m in charge of this moment.
After toeing off my shoes, I head down the hallway, my already hard cock straining in my pants.
“Where did Lincoln go?” she wonders, making me feel ten feet tall that she noticed I was missing, regardless of Cujo’s eager hands.
The bed squeaks when he places her on it, and her eyes find mine, a happy hum leaving her lips.
“There you are.” She reaches out for me, and I step forward, completely ignoring the other Alpha in the room.
A warning growl comes from him; lip curled in a near-feral snarl.
When I bother to glance at the huge fucker, his eyes are dark with lust, nearly pitch black with desire.
If he thinks he’s going to run the show, he’s dead fucking wrong.
Cujo grabs her thighs, already shiny with slick, slipping under the hem of her skirt, and I snap.
Willow’s not the kind of girl we can touch with reckless abandon.
We need to be careful with her, make sure this is the best fucking experience of our lives.
Our scent-match isn’t just some club whore we can fuck any way we fancy.
“Hey,” I bark, making sure he doesn’t get lost in the haze of a rut. “I didn’t hear you ask for her consent.”
“The fuck, man. I’d never take something she isn’t ready to give.” His head swivels toward Willow, but his fingers never stop sliding through the slick on her thighs, and she whimpers. “You know that. Right, honeybee?”
Cujo looks like a dog who's been whacked on the nose with a newspaper, and glee wells in my chest.
“I know. Less talk. More kisses.” Willow sits up on the bed, reaching for the button of Cujo’s jeans, but she doesn’t get to rush this either. I’m here to make sure her boundaries are all enforced.
“Wait.” They both look at me, confusion filling their faces. “Our omega shared some hard limits with me. Want to make sure we’re on the same page.” Knowing how dominant Cujo is, I need to ensure our omega doesn’t get steamrolled.
Cujo drops to his knees in front of Willow, pulling her toward the edge of the bed. Staring her straight in the eyes, he uses his tongue to lap up the trail of juices running down her leg. Jealousy surges through me, but I push it back down.
“Tell her how good she tastes.” The role of boss settles comfortably on my shoulders.
“Like fucking heaven.” Her hands find his hair.
“Now speak, omega. Use your words, and tell him what you don’t want.” Her cheeks turn the prettiest shade of pink, and she stares at me imploringly.
“Can you?” She’s breathless, and the scent of honeysuckle, thick with desire, is intoxicating.
“No blood, no pain, no bondage or holding her down at all.” His fingers disappear under her skirt, moving restlessly, and her breathing quickens. “Anything to add, omega? A thing you want or don’t?
The honeyed scent of slick fills the room, but there’s a hint of uncertainty as she glances around. There’s something she wants, but she bites her lip hesitantly.
“Tell us, baby girl.” She stares at me with wide, needy eyes. “You can ask for anything; we’ll give you the moon.” I’m already so in tune with this woman that it boggles my mind.
“I kind of… Well…” Her hands leave Cujo’s hair and move to the bed. They flex in the comforter, and I glance around the room, noting that it looks unused.
“Is this the wrong room? Do we need to switch?” Everything about this space screams vacant, more like a model home than an omega’s nest. There are no pictures or knick-knacks. Even the blankets seem untouched.
“Kind of?” Her voice lifts in question.
Cujo’s leather scent lightens with embarrassment.
“Both bedrooms look exactly the same. This one smells more like her.” His explanation makes sense, but knowing our girl is living without proper omega comforts makes my heart squeeze.
She deserves so much more, and I’ll always aim to give it to her.
Anything she wants, anything she needs, until I take my last breath.
“Well… I would prefer our first time together be in my nest, but I’m not totally sure we’ll all fit.”
Cujo chuckles. “Well, honeybee, I promise we’ll all fit.” The innuendo is not lost on our girl, and she blushes brightly, her whole body flushing. Honeysuckle comes to life in the air.
Oh yeah, she likes that idea, and in truth, it saves the moment.
“If you’re certain,” she giggles, “come this way.” She stands, darting around Cujo, then heads toward the closet. Cujo and I glance at one another. “It’s through here.”
Our omega enters the closet, and there are a few clicks before a loud grating sound reaches my ears. Curious, I poke my head in.
Holy shit. The wall opens, exposing a small room that’s like a secret gateway to an alternate world.
Ocean-blue vibes draw me in, and the thickness of her scent pouring from the safe-room nest makes my body come alive with tension and desire.
I’d follow her anywhere, but this is an incredible honor.
“I know it’s a bit of a squeeze, but I really want your scents all over my nest.” She looks at me, vulnerability shining in her eyes as though expecting us to refuse because it’s going to be a tight fit.
“It’s an honor to be welcomed into your beautiful, perfect haven, sweet girl.”
She smiles radiantly at me before tugging on my shirt.
“Then, get your clothes off and come inside.”
I’ve never moved faster in my life…