Chapter 28
Chapter Twenty-Eight
The trip back to Starburgh drags on. Even with Bee driving over the speed limit, it feels like it takes twice as long as the drive down.
My leg bounces, cock throbbing with the lust flowing from Skye and Onyx. I dimmed our bond five minutes into the trip, unable to handle the need to breed rising inside me while we were still so far from home.
“You’ve been through heats with Skye before?” Bellamy asks Caleb, his eyes flicking to the other Alpha in the rearview mirror.
“I have.”
Bee hums, checking traffic before switching lanes. Snow started falling a mile into our trip. A light layer, nothing dangerous. If it continues, we might be snowed in for this heat.
“I was thinking, none of us have been through a heat with Skye before the bond sickness would have started. Do y’think it’s affected that?”
Blinking at him, I consider what he’s asking. Are there changes we aren’t aware of? “I guess we’ll find out,” I admit.
I don’t like the idea that her heats might have been worse than they should be. Omegas are vulnerable during this time. Their bodies overworked and their instincts in control of their minds.
Has she been hurting all this time, and we never knew?
“Just a thought, babe,” Bellamy cuts in, patting my thigh way too close to my dick. “If there is anything we need to worry about, Caleb will tell us.”
Our newest packmate grunts, his hands clenched around his knees. Yeah, I don’t know if he’s going to be lucid enough. He’s liable to go into a rut before we can get the nest set up.
Bellamy barely pulls to a stop outside the house before Caleb is slamming out of the Jeep and stalking toward the SUV.
Gripping Bee’s shoulder, I ask, “Have you two talked about things between you going further than kissing and cuddling?”
His head shakes, and I sigh. “There won’t be much we can do to stop him if he goes into a rut, but it would be best for both of you if it doesn’t go too far. Not when you haven’t talked limits.”
Blowing out a breath, we track Caleb into the house as my Beta mate tries not to complain. “Yeah. I know.”
Gripping the back of his neck, I peck his lips before throwing my door open and patting the top of the Jeep. “When his head is clear, you can bring it up. Go put your baby in the garage before this snow gets any thicker.”
Flicking a handful of flakes his way, I shut the door on his outraged face. My cheeks hurt by the time I catch up with the others.
Onyx is already in command, sending Emmett to gather clothes laden with his and Bellamy’s scents. “Sly, can you grab the scent container from Quentin’s closet? I’ll get our stuff.”
I take the steps two at a time and duck into Q’s room.
He’s too rigid about changing his sheets to use them.
As a compromise, he started a rotation. When he wants to wash them, he puts them into the scent container instead.
That way instances like this, where our Omega needs them, she won’t have to go without.
Finding the tote is easy since his closet is the most well-organized in the entire house. I grab it and head to Skye’s room, finding it a mess. Bedding and clothes are piled by the entrance to her nest, waiting for her approval before one of us drags them inside.
“Precious?” I call out, pushing the door in an inch. She’s on all fours, rearranging her nest. The sight of her peachy ass in the air has me biting my fist. My mate, naked and damn near presenting is tempting as hell.
Hazy, jade-green eyes peer at me over her shoulder.
“Want these?”
“Please.”
Her voice is already raspy from whatever she and Onyx got up to on the drive here. I’ll let Quentin know so he can send up something to help soothe it throughout the heat. We don’t want to strain her vocal cords.
Opening the tote, I let her grab its contents before placing it back outside the nest. “Does she need anything else?” Bellamy asks, arms wrapping around my waist as he ducks under my arm.
“The others were grabbing things. You can see if Emmett needs help finding stuff in your room.”
“No need,” Em calls, carrying an overflowing basket into the room. “This should be good.”
We pass things to our mate and she carefully arranges everything inside her nest. It’s heartwarming to see her take such care to spread out our scents, ensuring they mingle in the best way to soothe her inner Omega.
She flops onto her back, a whine rattling through her chest.
“May we enter your nest, Omega?”
Skye’s head bobs rapidly, her arm clutching her stomach as her scent spikes. I strip as I walk in, careful to keep my clothes away from her nest. She’s welcome to take them, but I don’t want to risk messing up the beautiful pile of softness she’s made for us.
The others shuffle in, their clothes also hitting the floor, but I can’t tear my eyes away from my beautiful mate. Fisting my cock, I give myself several firm strokes, focusing on the glistening sheen coating her inner thighs.
Caleb inhales sharply behind me. His eyes darken, his body tensing as he catches the full intensity of her heated scent. I freeze, hand on my knot, as he stomps into the room, tearing off his clothes with much less finesse than the rest of us. His shirt tears, falling to the ground in tatters.
Meeting Onyx’s eyes, we both nod. Looks like Caleb is fully in his rut.
“Hot damn,” Bellamy whistles, his eyes large as he stares at Caleb’s tattooed ass. Ink covers every inch of that man except his face.
Leaning around, I gulp when he grips his dick. Yeah, that part of him is tattooed too. And pierced.
“You better bend me over the nest and knot me, Sly, because resisting that gloriously naked Alpha is going to be a challenge.”
Chuckling, I wrap Bellamy’s hair around my fist and drag him closer, my lips slamming against his. “I got you, brat.”
Walking closer, I kneel beside the cushioned part of the floor and wait for Caleb to enter Skye. She keens, back arching beautifully as he slams into her, keeping her face pressed to the mattress.
“Hey, Bee, why don’t you crawl down here and give our girl’s clit some attention while I prep your pretty ass.”
“Hell yes.” He dives in the blankets, head burying beneath Skye’s body. Caleb growls in warning, but it tapers off when our Omega clenches around him.
Onyx tosses me a bottle of lube, and I scoot closer, coating my fingers and rubbing them together to warm the liquid up. Bellamy hooks his legs around my waist, knees bent to the sides to open himself up for me.
“Brat,” I grumble, pushing two fingers into Bee’s ass. He moans, sneaking a hand up to palm one of Skye’s breasts.
Caleb pounds into her body, pushing her against Bellamy’s tongue and driving her higher. His ass flexing with each thrust is a vision. No wonder my Beta is struggling to hold himself back.
“C’mon, Sly. Knot me.”
Smacking Bellamy’s inner thigh, I push another finger into his hole, stretching him slowly. His hips roll in time with my shallow thrusts, fucking himself on my hand. Pouring more lube on my cock, I shift his legs to my waist and slowly push into him, enjoying the way he clamps around me.
“That’s it, baby. Look at you, being a good boy for your mates. Are you gonna make our Omega cream around Caleb’s cock?”
Gripping Bee’s hips, I pull all the way out and slam back in, making him groan. I keep my pace steady, not ready to give him my knot. Not until our girl is locked on Caleb and knocked out from a few orgasms.
I let myself go when Caleb pushes his knot into Skye’s pussy. Her scream of release shooting straight to my balls. Bellamy shouts, one hand fisting in the blankets, the other wrapping around our mate’s ankle.
“That’s it, brat,” Onyx’s smoky voice says from behind me. “Take Sly’s fat cock like a good little slut.”
“Fuck,” Bee pants. “I’m gonna come.”
Onyx grabs a fistful of his hair, forcing our Beta mate to look up at him. “Did your Alpha give you permission?”
“Please, Sly. Please make me come. Give me your knot.”
Listening to my Beta beg, his eyes as glassy as our Omega’s, I pull back once more and slam home, forcing him to take my knot. He whimpers, cum jetting from his cock and coating his chest and stomach.
“Good boy,” Onyx coos, scooping up his release. Those thick fingers press against my mouth, feeding me our boy’s release. I flood Bee’s ass, my body shaking as I come.
When my knot deflates a few moments later, I collapse to the mattress, chest still heaving.
Bellamy sighs dreamily, wiggling until his head is tucked under Caleb’s arm and his ass is pressed to my hip. “This is going to be the best heat ever.”
Emmett steals Skye for a bath while she’s semi-lucid, so I slip out of her nest and jog downstairs in search of food. She woke us several times last night as her heat fully kicked in. With how high her temperature is and how needy she’s been, I can already tell this heat is going to wipe us out.
“Good morning, Sterling.” Quentin sits at the dining room table, a pack of rut blockers lying beside his coffee.
I do a double take. “You good?”
He lifts the cup to his lips. “It seems Caleb’s emotions transmit easier through Skye’s bond. Likely because he has never attempted to block them from bleeding to the rest of us.”
Ah, shit. So Caleb’s rut is affecting him second-hand.
Quentin is normally uncomfortable during Skye’s heats, not enjoying the way his body reacts without him feeling the urge that the rest of us do.
This has to be grating on him. “Let me know if I can help with anything. We can talk to Caleb after the rut leaves his system.”
“By then, it should no longer be an issue, but thank you. I will speak with him after the heat is over.”
Walking into the kitchen, I find a spread of protein-heavy dishes in warming containers waiting on the counter. They all look incredible, so I load up a plate and carry it back to the table.
“Oh, I spoke with your mother,” Quentin tells me as I join him. “I let her know Skye’s heat started and that she can reach out to me if she needs anything. I also made sure she didn’t have any plans to leave the estate until after the snow clears.”