35. Two
Two
Caine
I held the flashlight as Lin affixed the last of the hunting cameras to the tree trunk.
My alpha practically vibrated with the need to run back to our omega, to touch her, soothe her.
If the pheromones she’d already been giving off before we left the house were any indication, she’d be awake and in full heat by now.
Should be there. Run to your omega.
Gritting my teeth, I reminded my alpha that this was just as important. We couldn’t be taken unawares if someone found us.
“That should do it,” Lin muttered, standing with a sigh and pulling out his phone. He waited for the connection to confirm before pocketing the phone again. He nodded back behind me. “Give it a minute then try to trip it from back there.”
Omega needs you.
Rut her.
Knot her.
Bite her.
Sex was usually a means to an end more than something I actively desired.
With Brooks and Lin, it was a way to anchor myself when I felt myself drifting almost too far away, or distraction from pain, physical or mental.
With Melody, it had been a meager attempt at connection, the lie I told to convince myself I was in the life I deserved.
I didn’t crave it day to day. Even as my sessions with Brea opened me up more and more, and even as Taryn won my heart inch by inch, it wasn’t sex I craved with either of them.
Sweet touches, yes. Gentle words and whispered intimacy, absolutely.
The sex, though, I’d been fine to leave to the others.
But in the car, hours and hours and hours spent soaking in Taryn’s growing perfume…goddamn, but my alpha craved it now. Needed it. Needed to satisfy my omega, needed to claim her, needed to fuse with her, needed to reach the deepest parts and mark them as mine. Needed to—
“Caine.”
My gaze snapped to Lin’s. I looked down to my feet, which hadn’t moved.
I took a deep breath, focusing on the woods around me. The dirt. Pine. Salt. Lin’s blackberry scent, also heightened as he no doubt wrestled with his own alpha.
Mine just had a louder voice.
Without a word, I nodded and backtracked. About thirty feet from the camera, I waited for Lin’s signal then walked forward. His alert tone rang out.
“Good to go.” He met my gaze again, the corner of his mouth twitching up as I approached. “Let’s go check on our omega.”
Her scent grew steadily as we approached the house, so that by the time we were sprinting up the porch steps and through the front door, I was dizzy with it. The air in the house as we locked up the doors almost shimmered like a desert, the objects around me distorted and hazy.
Touch. Rut. Knot. Bite.
I groaned, my already stiff cock painful in my jeans. I looked to Lin, panting with effort as I said, “One last sweep.”
Double-checking the front and back doors. Locked.
Kitchen door. Locked.
Windows in the kitchen, den, pantry. Latched. Curtains drawn.
Hunting camera connections. Still live.
Finally, I was satisfied. I held on to the last tether of myself as a man as I bounded up the stairs, following the aroma—and, fucking god, the sounds—of my omega.
Motherfuck. She’d chosen my old bedroom.
How and why, I had no fucking clue. We followed the moans of a needy omega, passing dark room after dark room toward the lone strip of yellow light peeking out from beneath the door at the end of the hall. All the while, I prepared my heart for the sight of my omega in my room.
Was there any preparing for that?
We burst through the bedroom door, and were met with a wall of excited, wild scents.
Nope. There was absolutely no preparation that would’ve saved me from the palpitations that took me over. Even Lin swayed on the spot, gripping the doorframe. “ Fuck, ” he whispered, eyes glued to the bed.
To Taryn, laid bare, whimpering with her legs thrown over Brea’s shoulders.
To Brea, all but burrowing into Taryn’s wet and shining vulva, her own cheeks pink with excitement.
To Brooks, shirt unbuttoned but otherwise clothed, giving our omega lazy kisses as he dragged his fingers over her breasts and across her sternum.
Brooks looked up as we entered, a wicked smile dancing on his lips. “About time.” He tipped his chin toward Brea. “She has a whole vision. Couldn’t properly start without you.”
Brea hummed, giving one long, final lick before pulling away, giving me my first full view of Taryn’s drenched, pink pussy. Taryn whined as Brea stood and motioned us both forward. Brooks nuzzled against the whimpering, whining omega.
My heart was gonna beat out of my fucking chest.
Brea locked eyes with me as I stepped up to her.
“Lin, Brooks,” she said, voice hoarse. “Warm each other up. No coming allowed.”
I was barely aware of Lin darting around me, pulling his beta off the bed and immediately taking his lips. My focus was on Brea, smiling up at me with Taryn’s slick coating her lips, her cheeks.
My alpha wanted to lick it off her face. I did too.
Brea grasped my chin between her thumb and forefinger, slowly bringing my face in closer to hers before planting a firm but slow kiss on my lips. The flavor was euphoric, Taryn’s creamy toffee notes mixing with Brea’s fruity vanilla.
I had to have more.
A groan rumbled up the back of my throat as I pulled Brea in closer, teasing her lips and sucking every bit of omega slick from them. I couldn’t stop myself from running my tongue up her cheeks, lapping every delectable drop I can find.
A desperate sob brought my attention back to the bed. “ Alphas .”
I glanced between Brea and Taryn. I was desperate for her. For them both. But there was enough Caine left in control to cede preference to Brea. She was Taryn’s only bonded mate. I would only take when she told me I could take.
“Kiss her, alpha,” Brea whispered against my lips.
Thank fucking gods.
I approached the side of the bed, the haze of the air around Taryn adding to the euphoria as she scurried up to her knees and reached for me. Glassy brown eyes pierced right through me, and my hands hovered over her skin.
Still terrified to touch her.
You’ll break her. Scare her. Ruin her.
You have to leave, while you still—
“Caine,” she sobbed. Her small hands framed my face, trying to pull it down so she could press our lips together.
My control snapped. My panic dissipated. My fingers twisted themselves into her hair as I dove into the kiss, letting her rich and tantalizing scent drench me like a rising tide.
Taryn pressed her entire body against mine, like she was trying to mold herself to me.
Skin. Have to feel her.
My hands wandered, sliding down golden-kissed skin. Satiny, a sheen of sweat letting my palms glide down her shoulders and arms until they found the dips of her waist and the round halves of her ass so I could pull her harder against me.
Feel. Her.
One hand stayed behind her, holding her steady, while my other continued its path toward her stomach, caressing downward until I met the tufts of dark hair I’d spotted when I walked into the room.
“No touching,” Brea commanded from behind. I snarled, pressing my forehead against Taryn’s temple and biting my lip to hold myself back from baring my teeth.
Brea, unperturbed, continued, “Undress. Sit on the bed. Back against the headboard.”
I obeyed slowly, eyes glued to the fevered and panting omega still kneeling at the edge of the bed as I pulled off my t-shirt, my jeans, my boxers.
My heart hammered behind my ribcage, my alpha roaring to have Taryn’s body back beneath my hands.
My cock jumped, aching as I sat onto the bed—my old bed—and scooted back to the headboard.
Past the end of the bed, Brooks and Lin were half undressed, mouths fused together, Brooks’s fingers clenched in Lin’s hair.
Their scents, their sounds became more prominent, adding to the haze.
Taryn looked to her alpha, a question—a plea—in her eyes.
Brea nodded, and Taryn crawled toward me, quickly straddling my hips.
My breaths came fast and sharp as she settled that sweet-smelling, slippery pussy over my rock hard cock.
I tore my gaze away from Taryn to look to Brea. To beg her with my eyes.
How the fuck did Brea look at me with eyes that saw me, that understood everything I was and had ever been, without losing an ounce of that sharp command that brought other alphas to heel? That gleam shone at me. She gave one nod. “Soothe our omega.”
All restraint disappeared. I pulled Taryn in for another kiss, the blood beneath my skin thick and boiling in my need. My cock twitched beneath her, stretching, yearning to slide home inside her.
My lips trailed over the skin of her jaw, her neck, her breast, her nipple.
She sighed beneath me, arching into my hands and my lips, seeking pressure.
I gripped her hips, savoring the way my fingers sank into the fleshy parts of her.
I’d knit myself into her very essence if I could.
Hers and Brea’s. All of us strands woven together into the blanket I could wrap around myself, hold to my chest and know that I was safe, and wanted, and worthy.
“Please, Alpha,” she whispered against my neck, her own lips and tongue working over my skin with relish. “Need you.”
Breathe, Caine.
I wasn’t far from rut. It would cloud the memories. But I wanted these memories. Needed them. I needed to memorize the feel and sound and sight and smell of her as I took her. This was a core memory in the making.
One deep breath in. A slow release.
I grasped myself, teasing her entrance with the tip of my cock.
Inhale, exhale.
My tip slipped just inside her, my entire body jolting at the welcoming heat of her.
Inhale.
She sank, taking more of me in.
“Caine,” she breathed.
Oh, god, there was hardly any resistance. No starting and stopping. There was no exhaling. Only short, sharp gasps as she sat her hips against mine. Only the beautiful squeeze of her walls around me.
There was no restraint left, no patience. I grasped her hips and let the rut take me.
Taryn
The nest smelled right. Finally.
My alphas came back.
Knew they would. Hoped. And they did.
And now Caine was touching me. Kissing and fucking me.
Finally .
Needed that touch. For so long, but today much more.
Every bit of me was pink, raw, swollen. My lips tasting his skin. My nipples beneath his fingers. My lungs, fighting to keep up with my sprinting heart as I sped my movements against him. My pussy, already fluttering around his stiff cock.
My heart that reached out to his.
My omega who sighed and laid down at long last.
The buzzing beneath my skin quieted.
My pack was here.
Need them. All of them. Touching me.
The whine left my throat before I’d even finished the thought. A blink later, a warm body settled behind me. Eyes shut, I turned, scenting.
Fresh green eucalyptus, a woody smoke that wrapped around me.
Brooks.
My hum vibrated through me as I leaned my weight back against his chest, never letting Caine slip out of me. Brooks’ hands cupped my breasts, kneading, while he rubbed his cheek against mine.
“You full enough, sweetness?” he murmured into my ear. I hummed, not sure what my answer even was. He chuckled before replying, “Any room left for me?”
“Yes,” I hissed, just the thought of them both inside me sending fresh lava through my veins.
Brea appeared next to us. Magnificent. Perfect alpha. Smelled and tasted and fucked so good I had to touch her have her couldn’t wait couldn’t stop—
“You see to yours, Lin”—My mate’s voice sounded so much further away than she was, next to me—“and I’ll see to mine.”
Lin! Where’s Lin?
“Right here, Omega,” he answered. His fingers trailed down my arms, and my omega settled.
Brooks shifted behind me. His arm wrapped around my shoulders, hand on the front of my throat. Still supporting my torso with his as he turned at an angle. Just enough room for Lin. For Lin’s head to drop. For his mouth to descend on Brooks.
Brooks’s arm clenched around me. Caine’s hands on my hips lifted me, dragged me slowly down his cock again.
Couldn’t hold myself upright. Body all jelly. Leaned back into Brooks.
Won’t let me fall.
A bolt of lightning struck, right at my clit.
I yelled, jolting up. Brea was bent, head in my lap. Red hair spilled over my legs, Caine’s legs. Hid her face. Didn’t like that. Growled.
She laughed against my clit, making me buck again. But she swiped her waves away so I could see her tongue flick out and tease me again.
The crash and crack of her wild current tore through me.
Red haze grew. Skin on fire. Flames licking up around and inside and over every inch of me.
A million stars born through my skin. An entire goddamn universe erupting, blowing me apart.
Decimating me. No more me. No more him, and him, and him, and her.
Us. Only us. One big ball of writhing red energy.
Voices met me through the void.
“—lose my fucking mind.”
“—bottle this perfume and sell for a pretty—”
“Keep coming, baby. Don’t stop, ride it—”
Like I even could.
A sob that wasn’t mine sounded before me. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.”
Caine.
“Need to knot, need to—holy shit. ”
Something slid out, though I was far from empty. One hard buck. Two. Then the beautiful burn of a knot sliding home.
The stars danced again. Deep black space pulled me into its vacuum. Stole my air. Gifted its power and immensity.
My hands reached blindly. Searching for bodies. Hands covered me in turn. Stroking, caressing. My omega inhaled, searching.
All here. All good.
Reality seeped in for minutes at a time. Sometimes when I woke, surrounded by my packmates. Sometimes as my latest orgasm waned. Every time, my men and Brea encouraged and comforted me. They held me, fed me, praised me.
Nothing had ever been so perfect as this.