Chapter 14
Red
All my dreams came true the moment she climbed on top of me. I can be pissed at Cass all I want, but I'd never be mad at this angel. She's so pretty it hurts, and I've only seen her once without the feathered mask, haunting me ever since.
Watching Cass stroll through the door tonight, after checking on an alarm at the club, with Imogen in the throes of her heat, could not have shocked me more. I let myself be angry at him for a minute before joining them in his room. I may not know the circumstances or how the fuck this came to be, but it's happening, and I can be like Iggy and put up a fight or I can roll with it, damn the consequences.
I'm not sure if I'll have the same cavalier attitude about it after, but I'm saving that problem for later. I think after a few orgasms, she's supposed to pass out or something, then we can regroup. They need water, I think, and lots of calories. I can bark at her if she won't eat or drink, too lost to sexual need, but I've never barked at an omega before, so I'll save that problem for later, too.
Why I'm running through these things in my head like a checklist with a bouncing Imogen on my lap, I don't know. Trying to keep from losing it, busting a nut, coming too soon, trying to do anything to prolong this feeling. She squeezes me each time she lifts her lips, then lets her pussy open back up when she slams down. It's sweet torture, and every few minutes, with my knot pulsing at the base of my cock, she stops to rub her clit, then resumes her bouncing. I swear I could let her do this for the rest of my life.
Eventually Cass rejoins us, but I save worry for Iggy for later. No more thoughts of why or how or what; just this, just Imogen. She's so hot, her skin nearly burns to the touch. The heat extends through her pussy, and it feels so fucking good around my cock.
"More," Imogen begs, her blown out pupils unfocused but somehow still seeing. "More, I need more. Red, you smell so good. You taste so good," she pants. "I need Cass and Iggy. Where are my mates? I need them."
"Alright, angel, come here, we've got you," I urge her forward, so she's flush with my torso, ignoring that twinge in my heart when she called us her mates. I lick her neck, kissing her lips, and she moans into my mouth.
Cass climbs on the bed behind her, leaning over her back. "You need more, Imogen? Can I take your ass, baby?"
"Oh god yes. I want both of you. Fill me up, please alpha," she whines. Cass forces her to slow, and I feel him gather slick with his fingers where she and I meet. Then we both feel Cass press into her ass. She moans and cries out and if I thought her omega pussy was tight as fuck before, it's nothing with Cass in her ass. I have no clue how my knot will fit.
The pressure of his cock against mine inside her, only a thin space separating us, is motherfuckin' intense, and, leaning forward, with her clit pressed firmly against my swollen knot, she begins to shake, her orgasm taking full control of her body. Cass fucks her ass, and I let him push and pull, feeling every sensation on the sensitive nerve endings of my cock while her hips bucking in unison with his.
Once her orgasm slows, I reach between us. With Cass's hands gripping her hips, I thumb her clit and lift up. At the same time, Cass thrusts forward, shoving her body downward, and her tight pussy encases my knot.
I roar, my hand trapped between us, still stroking her clit, while she screams out her next orgasm, and when Cass comes, slamming into her from behind, I lose all awareness, all sense of reason. I come, hard, Imogen's heat and clamping pussy milking my cock, seed spilling deep within her walls. She's somehow still coming, judging by the way she twitches and stutters, and my knot keeps us locked together, moving only with Cass at her back.
There's no space to move, but buried deep, I rock into her, coaxing every last drop, and the level of erotic zapping pleasure is visceral.
I think I pass out. We rest in a heap, sweating and panting, and when Cass pulls out a few minutes later, her body moves with him and I slip out as well, my knot relaxed and soft again. We're soaked. She's sated—for now.
My arms wrap around her and I take a deep inhale, knowing there's nothing there but my and Cass's scents mingling. Still, I hug her body close, despite the inferno burning off her skin.
I don't even know how we got here. An hour ago, I was sitting at the kitchen table, waiting for Cass to let me know if we were getting broken into again and preparing to have to haul my ass back down to the club before dawn. Then next thing I know, I'm buried deep inside the woman I've been dreaming about for weeks.
She's asleep, the rise and fall of her chest and racing heart from the heat fluttering between us. I look up, finding Cass with a crooked grin, staring down at her naked ass.
I don't want to let her go, but we need to talk. Or at least make preparations. Carefully, I slide her body off mine, and he helps arrange her in a comfortable position. Not wanting to let go, I rest my hand on her hip and look up at my pack mate.
"Iggy?"
He rolls his eyes, hooking his thumb toward the living room. "He wanted me to punch him in the face."
I snort. "Did he think that would get him out of this?"
"Distraction," Cass shrugs.
This conversation with anyone else might sound insane. So dumb and ridiculous. For us, it's normal. Iggy being Iggy.
"He thinks being knocked out will get him out of this?"
Cass's crooked grin returns. "Probably not. Come on, we need to prepare."
Reluctantly, I let my fingers trail over her leg before letting Imogen go completely and follow Cass into the kitchen, passing Iggy, who's pacing and glaring.
"I'll text Roxy and let her know we'll be out for a few days. She and her pack can fill in, hopefully."
I nod in agreement. "We have enough food and shit here?" I walk over to the fridge. It's pretty abysmal. "I'll need to put in for a grocery delivery. What do omegas need, again?" I ask.
I should know by now, knowing so many, but our interactions with them are always professional. The only one I know on a personal level is Roxy. Ophelia, too, but she doesn't really count, she'd been pushing her body to pass as beta for so long I don't think she even knows what an omega in heat needs. Well, I guess by now she does, but I don't want to think about my little sister and her heat. Two things that don't belong in the same sentence.
It's four am, I notice, looking up at the clock.
"I just asked Roxy. I'll get some shit delivered later once she gets back to me. For now, I think we just need to make sure Imogen stays hydrated."
"We don't know anything about her." I run my hand through my hair, heaving into a chair at the kitchen table. Our place is comfortable and clean. Nothing fancy, but big enough for the three of us to live well. We converted an old warehouse, the bottom floor a garage with large bays. It used to be a mechanic shop, and since Iggy and I like to tinker with old cars, we kept the layout in the garage.
The second and third floors we converted into a large open floor plan kitchen and living room. There's a bathroom and Cass's bedroom on this floor. On the third floor is my room, Iggy's room and a third room that we've always denied saving for a nest, since we've dismissed the idea of looking for an omega, instead using the room for storage. It's the largest room in the house, sitting somewhat empty.
Iggy takes a seat beside me, Cass opposite.
"I'm pretty sure she's out as an omega. I mean, she's not in hiding or anything. I don't know where she's from," Cass answers.
"Hills."
"Really?" I look at Iggy. He nods slowly. "Feeling better?"
"Nope. It helps I can't smell her, though."
"Iggy—" I start, but he interrupts.
"I think if they don't suppress their heat, it shouldn't last as long. That's what Roxy says. So this should only be two or three days."
There's no inflection, but the short length of time almost sounds like a disappointment. In two or three days time, we'll all have to go back to normal, to our life before we shared an omega in heat. Not just any omega—Imogen. He turns to look toward Cass's bedroom, staring, as if he could see her through the walls.
"Iggy," I try again, "we're gonna need you, man. I know you never wanted—"
"I like her. Too much."
"You're not going to hurt her."
He looks at me, then Cass. "I know. I can't explain it though, I'm worried I'll…"
"You'll what?"
His jaw clicks. Suddenly his entire body tenses and he stands abruptly, the chair scraping loudly against the floor. "She's awake."
I don't know if he's going to throw himself into the wall to knock himself out or charge into the room. Could go either way. I'm relieved, apprehensive, when he chooses the latter, pulling his shirt off along the way, dropping his pants as he disappears into the bedroom.
Cass gets up to follow, nervousness wafting off of him. I don't know why. We've all shared partners before, it's not like Iggy can't control himself. If anything, the man usually is a master of control when it comes to sex. Imogen just has him a little… unhinged. But they've always been betas, and Iggy's never on the edge of a rut.
Still, Cass's nerves invade my senses, and I follow behind. We find Iggy standing at the foot of the bed, staring at Imogen. She's writhing around again, still coming to, not fully conscious. When Iggy steps closer, her eyes snap open and narrow on his cock, which juts out at his waist. His piercings shine in the light. Her lips curl into a smile, mouth dropping open, like she's panting, thirsty for it.
I expect him to make her wait, which is what he does. He's a little rough, when they like it. With Imogen though… She's so put together, so polite and sweet. I don't know what she likes. What if she's too delicate for Iggy? Like I told Cass in the kitchen, we really don't know her.
Iggy leans down and Imogen squeals in delight. But instead of climbing on top of her, his hands go under her ass, her legs around his waist, and he lifts, like she weighs nothing more than her feathered wings. Dammit, now I'm getting ideas of Imogen in nothing but the wings. Maybe Roxy can deliver those, too.
People are scared of Iggy because he's covered in tattoos, likes to fight, and he never holds back. His face can be off-putting too; pocked marked from old acne scars, brow a little heavy, pronounced when he scowls. He's not a bad looking guy. But he's not sweet looking, either.
Imogen doesn't look afraid. She looks impatient. Holding her up with her legs wrapped around him, he spins them, and in one swift thrust, he slams her body against the wall and impales her. Cass and I go tense, but Imogen only cries out in pleasure.
The pair are something else. The sweet angel from the Hills, with the tattooed devil of South Loop.
"Iggy! That's so fucking good! Harder, alpha!" She begs, her sweet, lyrical voice in contrast with her demands. I love to see this uninhibited side of her. Imogen's fingernails scrape at his back and neck, her heels dig into his ass as he pounds into her, thrusting upward.
"Fuck!" He roars, hips pistoning so violently, she couldn't pull away if she wanted to.
"I need your knot, alpha! Oh fuck yes, harder, just like that, don't stop! Don't stop! Oh! Oh! Fuuuck!" She screams.
"I've never heard you swear, omega, you're usually so polite," Iggy teases, and it's so unlike him, both Cass and I watch the pair in awe. Iggy's usually gruff and hard, even with other women. Not like this, soft and teasing.
"You make me crazy, Iggy. You smell so good, and you're mine," she growls, her long fingernails digging into his shoulders, nearly drawing blood.
"Fuuuck!" He roars again. Suddenly, his fist comes out, and he slams it into the wall beside them. White sheetrock dusts her sweating skin, coating the side of his neck and her honey blonde strands. Cass and I tense, but Iggy lowers them both down, bending at the knees, bringing her to the ground on her back. Lifting her long legs, he spreads her knees, and somehow stays inside of her, still thrusting, the entire time.
She's a mess. We're a fucking mess. It's so hot, and if I worried at all at how Imogen's handling everything, it's forgotten when she squeezes her nipples tightly, arching her back, like it's all still not enough. I bend down, Cass on her opposite side, the evidence of her fingernails leaves red scratches on her tits. She likes a little bit of pain. I pinch her nipple tightly and she cries out.
She must squeeze Iggy's cock when we do it, because he shouts in time with our pinching. Leaning down, I flick my tongue over her nipple before sucking, harder and harder, until I give it a gentle bite and she cries out again.
Iggy's pounding slows, then, to my surprise, he looks directly at me. There's desperation in his eyes, pupils nearly as blown as Imogen's.
"I'm going to bite her," he growls, nearly in a rut.
"Do not fucking bite her," I snap, but he shakes his head back and forth. He's fighting with his alpha. His instincts are begging him. When he gets pissed, he fights. When he gets horny, he fucks. He does whatever the fuck he wants. And when I see that look in his eyes, almost like he's apologizing for his behavior, I see a shine, a slight lengthening of his incisors, and just as his sharp teeth come down toward her neck, I shove my arm in front of him.
He bites down on my arm and man, it fucking hurts. There's no intention behind it to bond me, so nothing happens aside from the sharp burn of his teeth ripping at my flesh, but he’s going to hate himself for this when he’s lucid again.
Between his still bleeding hand, my now bleeding arm, the dust from the sheetrock and the sweat and sex, we're all a bloody fucking mess. Not exactly the kind of pack a girl like Imogen deserves.
Iggy doesn't thank me, but when his teeth release from my arm, he seems calmer, more in control. Looking down at Imogen, reverence and awe cloud his expression. He puts his hands under her shoulders, lifts her up and leans onto his back, pulling her with him.
Like it was planned, with Imogen still clawing at any of us she can reach, I push her forward onto Iggy's chest, grip my cock, then press into her ass. She squeezes against me, and the pressure of me pushing in guides Iggy's knot inside her. He's on another planet, no longer aggressive and desperate. Like he's accepted his fate, and it's mother fucking rapture.
I pull out and when I push in again, she turns, grabs Cass's cock and takes it into her mouth. I didn't even notice him kneeling there, I'm so fucking lost in her body.
We fuck her together, and somehow she keeps up with the three of us the entire time.
Iggy's knot keeps her locked in place and the pressure is too much. Her ass contracts around my cock, squeezing like a fist, and I come hard in shaking thrusts. Her hand snakes up between Cass's legs, reaching for his ass, and he grunts when her fingers find what they're looking for. I don't know who the fuck Imogen is, but I'm getting a pretty good picture, when on the verge of coming, she releases Cass's long cock with pop of her lips, then fists is length, his spend shooting out all over her chest.
Cass is just as awed as Iggy. Down to his knees, he leans close to Imogen. "Did you notice Iggy's piercings, baby? Did you try them out? Come here, lean forward."
He pushes her torso flat with Iggy, snaking his hand down between the two, and guides her clit to his piercing. When she discovers the heavy metal, she shrieks and, with renewed enthusiasm, bucks against it like it's her new favorite toy.
She comes hard and fast, almost crying and shaking, like she's crashing from the adrenaline rush. When she slows, her body lands heavy on Iggy's chest. I slip out of her and lean back, but Iggy, soft, stays tucked inside her, stroking her back reverently.
My legs are weak, but I come to a stand and take stock of what the fuck just happened. I've never experienced anything like that. There are no words. Apparently, because no one says anything.
And even though none of us have ever been in this position before, through our pack bonds, we agree, because eventually, with Imogen's needs at the center of our attention, Iggy gingerly picks her up and carries her to Cass's bathroom. Cass and I work together, changing the sheets. We don't have many extra sets, so we put those in the wash, anticipating needing to change them again soon.
After we're done cleaning up the dust from the hole in the wall, Iggy settles in beside Imogen and they fall asleep, his arms and legs wrapped protectively around her body.
I head into my bedroom and shower, wrapping gauze around my arm where Iggy fucking bit me. When I get back downstairs, wearing only boxers, I find Cass in a similar state, his long hair dripping water onto his shoulders. He's stocking up, refilling empty water bottles, all mismatched, some he probably dug out of the recycling bin.
After a few minutes, his shoulders dropped dejectedly. "You know this isn't good enough, right?"
Sighing, I gather the bottles, and he follows me into his room. We put them all on his dresser for when she wakes up.
He's right and I don't want to admit it. We're definitely not good enough for her. "I'm not surprised she's from the Hills. She carries herself like she's from money."
"I really like her, Red. Iggy does, too."
"So… where does that leave us?"
We stare at the two sleeping forms in silence for a few minutes. "Maybe we could be good enough for her. Build her a proper nest. Because you're right, this—" I wave my hand around his room. We live like fucking bachelors in our late twenties, because we are. The rooms are poorly decorated, with few creature comforts. We're not exactly flush with cash, either, but we have enough to make this place passable. It guts me she deserves more, but we can't really give her that. Nearly every house in the Hills neighborhood is a mansion of some kind. We don't have that kind of money. We can't provide for her like she's used to.
I continue, "This isn't good enough."
"You want to build a proper nest? For real?" I don't miss the excitement in Cass's voice.
"There is that big room upstairs…"
The corner of his mouth lifts, and he nods in agreement. We both know we can't court an omega, especially one like Imogen, without at least having a nest built. We can't expect her to be interested in us, if all we have to offer is our shitty bedrooms and no forethought about an omega's needs.
"So, we're doing this. We're gonna court her like a proper pack."
We should get Iggy's approval first, but he's never fallen asleep with a woman like this. He's not an asshole to chicks, not at all, but he doesn't bring them home, and if we're with someone together, he's the first one out, escaping into his cave. This is unequivocally different. Despite his intense misgivings, he proved tonight—well, sort of, considering he bit me, but once he got his shit together, he was good—he's not like his fathers. He's a lover and a protector.
Though Cass's bed is a king, it's not exactly big enough for the four of us, but no one is willing to sleep away from Imogen, so we crash in a pile, kicking each other out of the way, managing a few hours of shut eye, before we wake to a heated Imogen.
The next two days pass like this; we manage a couple of hours of sleep, before waking to Imogen attempting to ride our cocks or sucking us off to wake us up and take care of her. She's unapologetic in her demands and while we all stayed out of rut, Imogen's need for us to push her body to the limits, the way she claws and begs for it harder, the way she screams in orgasm when we slap her pussy or pinch and clamp her nipples surprises us less and less as time goes on.
By some miracle, over the next few days, Iggy calms. I've never seen him so chill. He still fucks her with reckless abandon, but it's like he's found peace inside of her, or just being with her.
Roxy gave us some advice and sent over more groceries. We had to tell her we were with Imogen since she's also out of work, but Roxy knows what a huge deal it is that we're tending to an omega, in heat no less, so she swears silence. I expect her mates will also know, but they'll be respectful and keep it to themselves.
We know her heat is slowing when she sleeps more and begs for all our knots less. It's a good thing too, because there's only three of us and we're all wiped. Whatever she wants, whatever she demands, we'll give her. But after a few days, we're all exhausted.
After showering and re-wrapping the bandage around my arm from when Iggy bit me, I check my phone. Imogen's been asleep since last night, we think the heat will break today. I don't know what comes next, we haven't talked about it. But we've grown closer, and accepted this fourth person into our pack in a way I never thought would happen. We've worked together, taking care of her, of each other. I'm… hopeful.
Roxy mentioned that Imogen was friends with Ophelia, that's how she came to find us at Queenie's, so I shoot out a quick text to Ophelia. I just want to ask a few basic questions. I don't let her know we're interested, because I don't know Imogen's feelings on the subject yet. Besides, I want to learn who she is through Imogen herself, not secondhand. But it would be nice to have a little background info so I can prepare to court her properly, like she deserves.
I'm already thinking of gift ideas and date nights when Ophelia texts me back. She responds in the same lazy fashion she always does, pretending to be annoyed I'm asking her questions. I feel a little guilty asking under the guise of Imogen's employer, like I'm just gathering details.
I don't expect the hurt. Against the careful euphoria of the last few days, it's sharp, contrasting. It sits in my stomach like a rock. I feel fucking sick.
We don't know her. She never made us any promises. We're the ones that got carried away, thinking this meant more to her than to us. We're so fucking stupid. She's an omega not on heat suppressants, she obviously does this kind of thing at least once or twice a year.
Still, I can't believe she's fucking engaged to be married.