Chapter 51
FIFTY-ONE
“You leaving, Mr. Langley?”
I shut my briefcase and turn toward my new boss, who’s standing nearby with a cup of coffee. I smirk and point at his hand. “Are you not?”
Mr. Alston laughs. “It’s decaf but the placebo works just fine. I’ll be here for a while working on the Nilson case.”
For once, I don’t know what case he’s talking about, and it’s refreshing.
The past few weeks of my new internship have been a breeze.
I’ve only ever known work to be rushed and stressful, so much so that I got used to that way of living.
But being here has helped me realize how much I enjoy my free time.
With all of my other responsibilities, I’m finally starting to see why my old routine was burning me out so quickly.
“Let me know if you need any help,” I offer out of habit, but he just waves me off.
“No, you’ve done what I asked for the day. As I said, you don’t have to help me do my job. Just help keep us organized, fetch us lunch sometimes, do our calendars, and listen in on meetings to see things, but this meeting is outside of your allotted time slot, so get out of here.”
I nod, knowing the drill. “Of course.” I slide my coat on and pick up my case before turning to him again. “Sir, I just wanted to tell you that I’ll be taking some days off soon. To be with my omega.”
He looks up at me with a surprised smile. “Wow! Of course, take as long as you need. Just send me an email when it happens, and I’ll make sure the team knows you won’t be in for a bit.”
“Thank you,” I reply genuinely. “And about what Mr. McMillan said… about my pack—”
“You don’t have to explain,” he says sternly. “Gregory was out of line when he said that. It makes my blood boil just thinking about it.”
I flatten my lips, wanting to agree and move on, but something has me speaking again.
“But, honestly, it was the truth, sir. To an extent. I was neglecting my pack by being at work so much. And I should have seen what it was doing to us, but I wanted to keep my head in the sand. But recently, I’ve learned that admitting my faults doesn’t mean I’ve failed. It just means I can try again.”
His eyes shine with surprise but also respect. “You don’t have to tell me this, Sam.”
“I know, but I had to, so you would know how much this job means to me. How thankful I am that you gave me this opportunity. It helped me to see things more clearly, and it allowed me to help mend my pack. So, thank you.”
Mr. Alston’s smile is joyful, meaningful. “I’m glad I could help someone the same way my mentor helped me. It’s hard being a prime sometimes, especially in our occupation.”
“And I’m glad I’m not the only one who needed help.”
“Never, we all need help. Even primes.” He looks at something on his desk with a soft smile on his face, a frame that must have a picture of his pack in it, and then he looks back at me. “Now, go be with your pack. We have everything we need here.”
It takes about two weeks for Opal’s heat to start.
The longer the time went, the more anxious we all got, but when it finally hit, it was like a wave of relief spread over us.
It pained me knowing that Opal’s first heat was nothing like she deserved, especially since I was the catalyst that caused it.
My thoughts these past few weeks have tried to stray to it, tried to imagine how distressed she must have been in those horrible moments.
I’m a glutton for guilt, and this has been one huge test to see if I was going to hold onto it or stay present enough to move forward.
So, I put myself into action. Made sure that Opal had anything and everything she needed to make this heat not only a positive experience, but an enjoyable one.
We packed her nest to the brim with our scents, we got every flavor of sparkling water and green tea that she loves, and we even brought up her mini-stove so we wouldn’t have to leave the entire time.
The only downside was having Jemma stay with Everett and his pack for the week so she could have attention and keep her meals on the right schedule. Still, he said that they all love her, even if she has scratched Dax a couple of times.
We’ve been confined to Opal’s nest, the entire house locked and protected so we can give her our full attention.
Opal will never have another uncomfortable heat again. No one should have to experience that, but especially not my omega. And as I gaze upon her now, smiling and clutching one of her new blankets against her naked form, I think we accomplished what we set out to do.
“Even in heat, she loves ramen,” Kit jokes, feeding the noodles to her as carefully as he can. “I thought we were supposed to be picky about food while in heat, but she’s been eating just fine.”
“Maybe most alphas just don’t know what their omega’s favorite foods are,” Thatcher comments, lounging to the side.
I’ve never had the pleasure of seeing my best friend this nude before, but these past few weeks have changed that.
It feels like second nature now to lie around with him and our pack.
“Or maybe they’re more focused on making sure their omega eats something with enough nutrients. ”
“It could vary,” I argue, cleaning up a little while we have the time. “All we know is, Opal likes her comfort foods even in heat. But you—” I point at Kit. “When we know with you, we can come up with a better hypothesis.”
“I guarantee you that I’m going to be a drama king,” he quips, letting Opal drink some of the broth from the bowl.
“We wouldn’t expect anything less, Stardust,” I say, sitting beside him and kissing his forehead. Opal watches the movement, her smile happy and sweet just before it twists.
“What’s wrong, baby?” I ask, but then she gives the bowl to Kit and squeezes her stomach. Her perfume heightens, lychee so ripe that I can taste it on my tongue. “I think the cramps are back.”
“But, the ramen!” Kit starts to panic, realizing there’s still some left.
I’m already moving to rub my omega’s hair, checking her temperature to make sure it’s reasonable. She’s a little warm, so I guess the cramps haven’t fully kicked in yet.
“Opal, I need you to eat the rest of this,” Kit persists.
She shakes her head, looking at him rather than the food. Her eyes shine with lust, and I’d say he’s about two seconds away from being mauled by a curly-haired omega.
“Give it to me so you can fuck her already,” Thatcher grumbles, taking the bowl from his hands.
“You just wanted something to eat,” Kit accuses.
He shrugs, already on his second bite. “You know I love ramen.”
“Ah, yes, carb-loading.”
Opal pushes Kit down midbanter, climbing on top of him.
He lets out a laugh, and she pierces his mouth with her tongue, immediately dancing with his in a way that causes my cock to harden.
They moan and grab each other’s faces like they can’t get enough, and it does something to me.
I stroke my erection a few times as Kit flips Opal onto her back and lines himself up, entering her with a slow drag that makes her whimper.
It’s one of the sexiest things I’ve ever seen, and my cock hardens to the point of pain.
“My sweet, sweet omega,” he grunts. “I may not have a knot, but you know I’ll work hard to please you, in every possible way.”
She moans again, clutching the sheets between her fingers as she holds on. Kit quickens his pace and groans into her shoulder, completely overtaken by her.
My eyes are glued to Kit’s ass as he thrusts into her, and I get a wicked idea. I stand up and walk over to the neat little supply drawer in the corner and find the things I’m looking for, all without being detected by the omegas in their tussle.
My body moves behind Kit, excitement roaring through my veins. I pop open the bottle of lube and squirt a little bit on the dildo in my hand. My hand moves over it, spreading the lube as much as I can before I place my hand on Kit’s back.
He looks back at me with his brows raised. “What are you doing?”
“Something you’ll be thanking me for in a second.” Then I’m inserting the dildo, and his face contorts with the most blissed-out expression that I’ve ever seen on him.
“Holy fuck.” He pauses his thrusts, panting as every inch gets inserted. When I get the toy all the way in, I wait a few moments before moving it gently.
“Fuck her while I fuck you,” I tell him, using my position to urge him to grind his hips.
He does just that and we match our pace.
His scent lights up as I push it back in every time he thrusts inside our omega.
I wonder what it must feel like, experiencing both kinds of penetration at the same time.
His hips stutter, and I would give anything to see his face clearly from where I’m kneeling.
“How does that feel, Stardust?” I ask him.
“Like… the best kind of magic,” he mewls, holding onto our scent match as she moans. “She’s so fucking wet and hot, and you’re making me feel so full.”
I hum at his description, pleased by how good he’s feeling. “I knew you would like it. You’re my greedy slut, after all.”
“I am,” he whimpers while kissing Opal’s neck. “I love it. Please don’t stop.”
I don’t. I keep my pace steady despite him clenching around the dildo every few seconds. He pushes back onto it every time he thrusts out of Opal, his hips going wild as he loses himself to the ecstasy of it.
“I’m going to come, Alpha,” Kit groans, his fingertips digging into Opal’s waist. She preens, her scent flourishing as his nails mark her skin.
“Oh?” I say as my thrusts continue. I reach down, finding his balls easily as he struggles to keep his strokes measured. “Are you going to come like the whore you are?”
He lets out a beautiful shriek, and Opal nips at his chest. I look up and see Thatcher watching, the bowl of ramen abandoned while he pumps his cock. His head is thrown back, his eyes half-lidded, lust evident on every inch of his face.