Chapter 12
Chapter Twelve
Tattooing is an art I fell in love with after leaving Kocruz.
At first, my love for the pain of having them inked into my skin drew me to the art. I started designing them as a hobby when my mates bought me a temporary design kit.
One day, Shattered Horizons won’t be a big-ticket band. We’ll be too old, too dated, and I’ll need a way to spend my time when I’m not with my mates. Tattooing is the perfect secondary career. It’s creative and fills my heart the way drumming does, but without the pressure that comes from the band.
As I shift the paper, my skin crawls. Setting the pen aside, I focus on my bonds and feel panic from Bellamy. It fades, only to start back up for several seconds. The pattern repeats twice before I frown and close my sketchbook, sticking it in the desk drawer.
From the bathroom Sly yells, “What’s going on with Bee?”
“I’m going to find out,” I reply, leaving him to finish his shower.
Heading through the house, I take the stairs two at a time. Bellamy’s bond is back to normal now. Crazy aroused as usual. So is Skye’s.
Reaching her bedroom door, thick, honey-sweet perfume slams into me. Strong enough to make my knees shake. Shit, she must be having another mini-heat.
Pulling my phone from my shorts pocket, I message our group chat to let them know. I shouldn’t need them to help her through it, but they’ll want a heads-up before they feel it through their bonds.
Especially Quentin, who doesn’t like the way his body automatically responds to her heat scent. The way he described it to me, it’s like his body is saying one thing while his heart and mind are saying another. Being hard without being turned on.
Opening the nest door, I’m met with the sweetest moan, and an incredible sight. Skye is on her back, her hands buried in Bellamy’s hair, where he’s devouring her pussy. His round ass is on display in the tightest, shortest yellow boxers.
Wrapping a hand around my length, I have to grip it tight and fight against the instinctive need to rut trying to take control of me.
“More,” Skye whines, grinding against his face.
Bellamy chuckles and presses three fingers into her core. “Like that, dirty girl? Want me to get your needy little hole all nice and stretched for your Alpha’s knot? Fist your hungry pussy and make you come all over me?”
“Yes,” she screams, back arching, as he pumps his fingers into her at a furious pace. She shatters, legs locking around his head as she comes. His pace never slows, pushing her higher.
Grabbing a bottle of lube from the bench closest to the door, I strip and crawl across the mattress to join them. He jolts when I grip his hip, heat-filled eyes flickering to mine as he continues to roll his tongue across Skye’s clit. His ass wiggles in the air, tempting me to slide inside him.
Bee likes taking dick as much as, if not more than, Skye. If it were possible, he’d live with one of us inside him.
Sliding his boxers to his knees, I grunt when something glints between his cheeks.
Parting them, I find a multi-colored plug buried inside him.
“Look at that,” I rumble, pushing it in and out.
“Such a good boy, prepping yourself for your Alphas. You want me to knot you tonight? Fill your ass so full of my cum you’ll be able to see your abdomen distend? ”
Skye whines, her eyes flying open and locking onto me.
She makes grabby hands, temporarily abandoning Bee’s hair.
I lean over him to kiss her, tongue slipping into her mouth to tease along hers, and drag my lips across her cheek, sucking on the sensitive point below her ear before continuing my path down her throat.
The slightly raised edge of her bond mark feels incredible beneath my tongue. A visual reminder that she’s mine. Permanently.
“Alpha,” she gasps, head tilting in submission as I grip her skin between my teeth, right over my mark.
“Be good and let your Beta stretch you, and then we’ll give you what you need.”
“Knot?”
“Yes, Omega. Our knot.”
Her head bobs, lips parting when Bellamy changes what he is doing to her. Leaning back, I watch with heated eyes as he works a fourth finger into her pussy, stretching her obscenely around his hand.
I can’t take my eyes off them, not even as I lube my cock and pull the plug out of Bee’s ass. He stills, panting against her thigh as I work my fingers inside him, teasing him the way he’s teasing her.
“Get her ready, Brat.” My hand claps down on his cheek, tingeing his skin pink from the force.
The nest door opens and closes; the scent of tangerine and rosewood flowing through the air to twine with ours. Sterling takes us in, his golden-brown eyes darkening as he sets everything in his hands on the window seat and tosses his clothes to the side.
He’s a beautiful man. Lean but muscular, with a long torso and defined hips. His cool umber skin is swirled with ink along one thigh and his forearms.
“How long has she been under?” he asks, dropping to his knees and shuffling to the middle of the mattress to join us. Each step forward makes his thick cock bob against his thigh, and I have to swallow the drool pooling in my mouth as I stare at him. “X?”
“Don’t know. Bee?”
Skye growls when our Beta pulls away from her pussy. It’s so damn adorable it makes my lips itch to shift into a smile.
“Just before I sent the distress call. So not long.”
“Good,” Sly comments, grabbing a fistful of Bellamy’s hair and dragging him into a sloppy kiss. “Mmmm, delicious.”
“Alpha.” Skye protests, hand slapping the mattress as she wiggles closer to Sterling. He lets Bellamy go and meets her halfway. His fingers pinch her chin, thumb brushing her jaw as he tilts her head back and kisses her slowly.
Bee uses the distraction to his advantage and pulls his fingers from her pussy. Clenching them into a fist, he holds her waist down and works his way inside her, stretching her the same way my knot would.
Skye shouts, writhing between them.
“Shhh, you can take it, my precious girl,” Sly coaxes, his hand dropping to cup one of her breasts. He rolls her peaked nipple between his fingers, adding pleasure to the hint of pain.
Bellamy shifts back as he sucks on her clit. I grab his hips and rub against him, leaving a trail of pre-cum across the back of his thigh. One cheek in each hand, I spread him wide and dump more lube onto his hole.
Sliding into him is easy until I reach the base where my knot has started to swell. He pants and groans as I fuck him, matching the pace of his fist moving in and out of Skye’s pussy.
“Knot,” she pleads, licking across Sly’s chest and flicking his nipples. “Please. Knot.”
Grabbing Bellamy around the waist, I ease his arm out of her and pull him into a kneeling position, shifting deeper into his ass.
“What a good brat you are, taking care of our Omega.”
“I want a knot too,” he whimpers, bouncing against me.
Sterling shifts over Skye. She’s tiny beneath him; her head only reaching his shoulder when they stand side-by-side. One leg wraps around his waist, the other lifts over his arm, giving us the perfect view as he lines up and sinks inside her.
Wet sounds fill the room as he slides in and out of her, slick leaking around his length as her body goes into overdrive, craving an Alpha’s knot and cum.
When Skye begs for more, her nails dragging down Sterling’s shoulders, I pick Bellamy up by the thighs and move us closer. “While your Alpha takes his time enjoying your sweet pussy, your Beta is going to fuck your throat,” I tell her.
Wrapping my fist around his length, I guide him to her mouth, rubbing pre-cum across her lips before they part and he slides inside.
Meeting Sterling’s eyes, we both start to move. Rough, deep thrusts. I lose control first, hands gripping Bellamy’s hips tight enough to bruise as I pound into him. Each thrust pushes him into Skye’s mouth, leaving him a mindless mess as he drowns in pleasure.
“Your ass must be the gateway to hell with how hot it is.”
Bellamy chokes out a half laugh-half groan as I slip my arm under his and clamp my hand onto his shoulder, locking him in place. Shallow thrust after shallow thrust, I push the rest of my knot in until it snaps into place and swells, sending torrents of euphoria through my body.
He comes, flooding Skye’s mouth, and shaking in my arms, nonsensical pleas falling from his lips.
I flutter kisses across the top of his back, shallowly shifting my cock until I find my release. “That’s it, brat, taking my cum like a good boy.”
Releasing his hip, I press my palm to his lower stomach, feeling the way it swells as I continue to come.
Sterling flips onto his back, taking Skye with him. Her hair falls around her shoulders, light skin flushed pink and covered in sweat. He holds her up so he can pound into her several times before pulling her down on his knot. It locks into place with an audible pop smothered by her wanton scream.
Careful not to pull too much, I shift Bellamy and me to our sides. He lays his head on Sterling’s chest next to Skye’s. They exchange sleepy kisses, their hands twined and their bonds humming with satisfaction.
Her eyes are clear, the haze from the mini-heat fading. It may spike later tonight, or this might be the end; we never know until she tells us it’s over.
My cock softens and I slip from Bellamy’s ass, pecking his lips when he winces as my cum floods out of him. “Don’t move. I’ll clean us up.”
Rinsing the sweat and cum from my skin, I grab three rags and bring them with me, taking the time to carefully clean each of my mates so they don’t wake feeling sticky and gross in the morning.
When I’m done, I throw them in the laundry and grab the things Sly brought upstairs. I crawl back to where my mates are lying, gather Skye’s hair, and slip the satin bonnet onto her head. She doesn’t stir, too exhausted from the heat and the sex.
Bellamy takes his from my hand, but Sterling can’t move to gather his braids, so I take over and do it for him. Securing the tie at the front so he can sleep comfortably. “Thank you.” He kisses me deeply, tired golden eyes shining with adoration.
I love my pack. The life we’ve built together. The future we get to share.
Through the night, Skye wakes us another time, her heat spiking again. By morning we’re starving, exhausted, and grateful we have nowhere to be.
In the dining room, we find pastries and breakfast sandwiches from a local bakery, along with a full pot of coffee. Quentin sits at one end, his laptop open and a to-go cup in his hand. He looks up when we walk in, assessing each of us.
“Come here, Omega,” he rumbles, setting his stuff to the side and standing to make her a plate.
I ruffle her hair, beelining for the kitchen. I need coffee like I need air; otherwise, I’ll be napping in my chair.
Sterling joins me, making himself an iced coffee and grabbing a bottle of orange juice for Skye. Bellamy is still passed out in the nest, having refused to get up with us.
Part of me wanted to agree and sleep longer, but my mate’s rumbling stomach and our short to-do list changed my mind.
“You’ll need to be in my office by two,” Quentin tells me as I sit beside him. Skye is perched on his lap, his hand possessively splayed across her hip. Pride fills his face as she makes happy groans with each bite of her fruit-filled croissant.
I grab one of the bacon and egg bagels from the tray and take a huge bite. Replenishing my energy will help keep me awake to sit through the meeting with the label executives on the West Coast.
Last week, we decided to make our stay at the estate permanent. Our Omega is the happiest she’s been in months. Part of that might be because she has Caleb back in her life, but it’s also this place. Her sanctuary, as Q calls it.
An unfortunate part of our decision is transitioning our careers to Starburgh’s Soulbound office and leaving our longtime manager, Amirah, behind. They’ve helped us grow and thrive, becoming a member of our extended family over the years. They understand our decision, having an Omega of their own.
Our mates come first. Always.
“Caleb will be here Friday. He’s going to stay in the room beside yours,” he motions to me and Sterling.
“Good,” Sly comments, setting aside his iced coffee. He rests his chin on one hand, his expression serious. “We should ask him about changing the decor in there and just make it his bedroom. Him moving in is inevitable now.”
Skye tears pieces off her croissant, her brows furrowed and lips turned down at the corners. “We should wait until he’s ready.”
“I agree with Sterling, darling.” Quentin brushes his palm over her hair in a soothing motion, encouraging her to relax. “Being apart is hurting you. We aren’t going to demand he bond you, but he needs to stay close to ease the bond sickness you’re both feeling.”
“It’s not that bad-”
He holds up his hand, raising a finger with each symptom he announces.
“You had another mini-heat last night, and you lost weight this week. Hormone spikes have made your emotions uncontrollable. Yesterday, you spent the morning crying in the conservatory, unable to eat more than a few crackers until after your date with Bellamy.”
“Caleb can court you from here,” I add, my tone stern. I won’t budge on this. Watching her go through hell is not an option. Not when we know what’s causing it.
Her lip wobbles, head ducking. “I just don’t want to scare him away.”
Sterling leans over and cups her chin, forcing her to raise her head. “You won’t, precious. When he left before, he assumed you weren’t Fate-matched mates. Things are different now. Have faith that Fate will continue to lead you both in the right direction.”
His finger rubs over her cheek, and she leans against his palm, whispering, “I’ll try.”
Skye sits at the wrought-iron table in the corner of the conservatory when I head to meet Quentin, a notebook in front of her and a guitar in her lap. She smiles, head turning up and lips puckering expectantly. I indulge her with a languid kiss before heading into the office.
“Good timing,” Q says, glancing up from his desk. “We’ll sit over there.”
I move to the heavy wooden table he pointed to and claim a chair. He brings his laptop over, the video call already ringing through as he moves his chair close to mine.
All three execs fill the screen, and I have to hide a sigh. This isn’t going to be a short call.
But it’s worth the monotony to ensure my Omega has everything she needs to be happy.