Chapter 29
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Skye’s nest smells like sweat, sex, and pack.
And I have no memory of how I got here.
Sitting up, I find my girl passed out across Onyx’s chest, his cock still buried inside her. Around us, most of her other mates are fast asleep, putting this reprieve from her heat to good use.
If the dried mix of slick and cum coating my dick is any indication, I’ve been helping ease Skye too. Damn, I need a shower. Half the stench in the room must be coming from me.
Stumbling to my feet, I tiptoe to Skye’s bathroom, careful not to dislodge any of her nest. I don’t want to piss her off the minute I’m not lost to my instincts and can enjoy her heat.
The world outside her bathroom window is dark. What time is it? And how long I have been out of it. Trudging closer, I wince at the thick layer of snow coating the ground below. Either it has been a few days, or we got one hell of a snowstorm last night.
With a sigh, I turn on her shower. I need to clean off and find food before she wakes up. See if someone can fill me in on what happened after we got home.
Hot water soothes the tension from my muscles as I scrub my skin clean. My mind wanders, blissfully free of the darkness that usually plagues my thoughts. Is this an affect of my bond with Skye settling? Or is this temporary in the aftermath of a rut?
The door creaks open, sleepy footsteps shuffling in. They pause when they hear the shower running. “Caleb?” Bellamy asks, his voice unusually hesitant.
Well, that isn’t a great sign, is it?
“Yeah, it’s just me.”
The breath punches from his lungs and my worry grows. “Cool. I gotta piss then I’m going to make cereal. Want some?”
Pushing my wet hair away from my face, I make a noncommittal sound. “I can make us something real to eat.”
“Dude, not another cereal hater,” he groans. “It has tons of benefits. Fiber, carbs, calcium, protein. I don’t think a bowl of cereal at three in the morning is going to kill us when we survive on energy drinks during a tour.”
I mean he isn’t wrong. Caffeine is a lifeline for many bands, especially when they’re playing back to back shows and getting shit sleep in a tiny, smelly tour van.
“I have nothing against cereal.” Shutting off the water, I realize I didn’t grab a towel on my way in. Guess Bee’s getting a free show. “I don’t remember the last time I ate, so I need something substantial to get through the rest of this heat.”
The tiniest whimper slices through the room when I step out, steam billowing around me. I find Bellamy’s eyes hungrily roaming over my body as he pours a small mountain of soap onto his hands. Smirking, I take a towel from the shelf and wrap it around my waist.
“I’m gonna… I’ll see you downstairs.” He slips into Skye’s bedroom, the door thudding shut behind him.
There’s a basket of boxers sitting by the sink, all folded neatly and labeled in Quentin’s neat handwriting. Sometimes I question why he isn’t the pack leader with how thoughtful and persistent he is in taking care of all of us.
Foregoing anything else, I toss my towel in the laundry bin and head downstairs. My stomach pangs, growling loudly. A bowl of cereal waits for me, sitting beside Bellamy, who has parked his ass on the counter. “Thanks,” I mumble, shoving a spoonful in my mouth.
“So, I went into a rut. Obviously, Skye is fine. Was I a complete ass to anyone else?” I ask him as I open the fridge, silently thanking Quentin when it’s packed with easy heat meals.
He doesn’t answer right away, giving me time to set a few burritos inside the oven to warm.
Leaning against the counter opposite him, I raise one brow and dig back into my cereal.
“No one here is going to judge you for how you act in a rut. You haven’t had one in a while, right? So that’s like double points for getting away with being possessive or grumpy.” Bellamy rambles, spoon halfway to his mouth.
It’s so damn cute, it makes me want to kiss him.
“There is an issue though.” His eyes are locked on me, imploring me to understand what he’s saying.
I don’t get it though.
“Damn. Okay. You, uh, weren’t only interested in satisfying your rut with Skye.”
One blink, two, and then it finally sinks in. “Did we?”
Bee shakes his head. “Sterling helped redirect your attention to our Omega.”
Why does that disappoint me? It’s better that we have a chance to talk things out, and I’d rather be clear-minded if Bellamy and I take that step, but it still stings. On a primal level, like my inner Alpha is upset he didn’t get both his mates during the rut.
“Is that something you want?” I ask instead of admitting how I feel. Some thoughts are meant to stay in our heads.
“Duh. I can’t count the number of times I’ve jerked myself off imagining you bending me over the nearest surface and knotting me. Consent is important, and we’ve never talked about anything like that. I didn’t want to assume and cross a line you weren’t ready for.”
Taking his empty bowl from his hands, I set them in the sink. Framing him in is easy, his thighs slotting perfectly around my hips. My palms lay flat against the counter, our faces millimeters apart.
“I like you, Bee. A lot. I want to see where this thing between us goes. At whatever pace you want. Dates, kisses, sex. I want all of it. With Skye and with you.”
Not giving him a chance to respond, I push my lips to his, swallowing his groan. His hands scramble against my bare chest until they grip the sides of my neck, fingers teasing the baby hairs at the back of my skull.
The timer on the oven dings, pulling me back. I reach up and brush my thumb across his bottom lip, chuckling when he darts his tongue out to flick across it.
“All of it.” He lifts one arm and flexes, pressing a sloppy kiss to his bicep. “I can take it.”
“Gimme.”
We startle when Skye pops up beside us. Her eyes are still glassy, her face flushed, but she’s lucid. For now.
Kissing the top of her head, I grab the food from the oven and shut it off. “Let’s take it up to your bedroom. We’ll have a floor picnic.”
She lets Bellamy sweep her into his arms and carry her upstairs, leaving me to grab everything else. We pause in the hallway while she checks on Mochi, offering her sidekick a few treats from the bin tucked beneath her cage.
“I wish I could bring her in to cuddle,” Skye laments, bottom lip jutting out.
“You’ll get plenty of time to chill with her after your heat, bunny. We don’t want to have her scuttling around when you spike again.”
With a quick brush against the top of her head, my Omega relents and let’s Bee guide her into her room. We lay a blanket out and sit side-by-side, their heads resting against my arms as we eat.
It isn’t long before a wave of honey-sweet perfume fills the air and Skye clutches her abdomen with a whine. I scoop her into my arms and take her into the nest, glad that Onyx and Sterling are awake.
“There’s burritos on the stove,” Bellamy tells them on his way to the bathroom to put our trash in the garbage. “Better eat while you can, she’s gonna need you.”
Dropping onto my back, I settle Skye across my hips and rub against her soaked pussy. “How do you want it, bunny? Want to ride my face or my cock?”
“I have an idea, dandelion.” Bee hits his knees behind her, his hands gripping her waist and pushing her harder against me. He whispers in her ear, grinning wildly when she moans, a wave of slick soaking my boxers.
“Let’s get these off.” I lift my hips, letting them drag the material off my body. “Now turn around,” he directs Skye, helping her twist until her beautiful ass faces me. He palms my cock, giving me a firm stroke, thumb rubbing across my head, before he lines me up with Skye’s pussy.
She sinks down, nails digging into my thighs as she takes me. When she starts to bounce, I meet her with sharp thrusts.
“Lean back.” Bellamy presses against her chest, helping her lay against me. His idea becomes clear when he drops to his stomach between our legs and starts lapping at her pussy.
His tongue slides against my cock where it’s buried inside Skye, stimulating both of us. It’s incredibly erotic listening to both of their moans.
Reaching around, I palm Skye’s tits, rolling her peaked nipples between my fingers and tugging gently. She clamps around me, hips jerking in shallow pulses as our Beta eats her out.
“More. Give me more.”
Bellamy meets her demand by sliding a finger into her core alongside my cock.
One finger becomes two, and then he’s stretching her with three, pushing her into a second orgasm that has me gritting my teeth.
I am not ready to come yet, but damn is it hard when she feels so fucking good wrapped around me.
“Can you take me, too, dandelion?”
My eyes widen as he pushes to his knees and shuffles closer until his dick slides against her thigh, his balls bumping mine. Omegas are built to take a lot, and Skye is certainly wet enough for it, but will we both fit?
“Don’t worry, Caleb, it’ll fit. Our girl is a cock-taking champion. Aren’t you, Omega?”
He pushes in, soothing Skye as she whimpers and thrashes. His grip on her hips is iron tight, stopping her from forcing herself to take him in one thrust.
When his hips meet mine, we still, all three of us panting and sweating. This feels… there aren’t words in my brain right now. It’s so fucking tight.
It takes a few thrusts to sync our rhythm. Bee pulling out each time I push back in. His cock glides against mine, heightening the pleasure gripping my spine until it feels like my balls will implode.
“That’s it, dandelion. Look at you taking both our cocks in your tight little pussy. Are you going to make your Alpha come? Make him coat us both in his release?”
Faster, harder, we’re slamming into Skye, who takes each punishing thrust with a blissed-out keen. Her orgasm is neverending, her walls locked so tight around us that it’s nearly impossible to move.
“Such a good Omega,” I pant, moving my hand from her breast to grip her throat, thumb brushing my mate mark. “You want my knot? To feel me and your Beta locked inside you?”
“Please, please, please. Knot.”
“I’m gonna come,” Bee warns, his thrusts wavering.
I wait until he starts to release to push forward, hard, and pop my knot into Skye’s pussy. Pure euphoria lights up every inch of my body as I come, stars bursting behind my eyelids with each spurt. “Fuck.”
The softest snore reaches my ear, the world slowly fading back in as my orgasm eases. Peeking down at Skye, I find her passed out, lips parted and hands flopping to each side of us.
Bellamy chuckles, a fine sheen of sweat soaking his skin. “That was amazeballs.”
Letting my head fall back against the nest, I reach out for his hand. “Yeah, it was.” Our fingers lace and I’m out, sleep claiming me easily with both my mates with me.