Chapter 50 – Malcolm #2
“Good, because being in here without you guys feels like torture,” she says with a huff.
Well, she’s got the cranky side of being an omega down.
“That’s okay,” I say, smiling. “We probably waited too long to join you. This is new to all of us, but we’ll get the hang of it.”
“I miss the room at the back of the bus,” she whispers. “It was small and felt safe. It also smelled like you guys, but I could watch TV or write if I wanted to.”
I grin. “Oh my god, you imprinted on the bedroom in the bus like a baby duck imprints on its mom. It was probably the first thing to settle your instincts, we just didn’t catch it.”
“I need you to know that I don’t really mean this, but”—her eyes narrow—“I’m going to hurt you. Never compare me to an imprinting baby bird again. Not if you want to have sex with me in the future.”
“Duck,” I say, grinning.
God, she really is moody, but it’s cute.
“What?”
“I don’t know if baby birds imprint, but baby ducks definitely do…” I shrug. “Unless Animal Planet steered me wrong.”
“Mal, stay with me,” she says, her tone pleading. “We’re talking about how badly I’m going to fail at being an omega. What if I do it wrong? I don’t want to disappoint you guys…”
Ahh, there it is.
She’s worried she won’t be a good omega, and it’s stressing her out.
I get it.
I’ve also had a fair number of worries about whether I’ll measure up. It’s supposed to be innate for alphas to care for omegas, but I’m not sure it comes to me so easily.
“The thing is, I have no expectations. I was happy to be with you as a beta.” I wrap my hand around the side of her head, pulling her back down onto my chest. “No one wants to be shoved into boxes. Live how you want. We’ll work around that.”
“That’s a whole different thing,” she says, sounding frantic again. “What if I am an omega, and I have to deal with heats every three months? Do you know how disruptive that will be to your tour schedule? I’m so sorry. I feel like I’m messing with your livelihood—”
“Whoa, hey. You’re allowed to spiral, but don’t worry about that,” I tell her.
“We aren’t at the beginning of our careers.
Touring for nine months out of the year isn’t something any of us want to do anymore.
Yeah, this tour is shorter because it was delayed, but the goal has always been to move to a four- or five-month tour schedule.
We just have a little more incentive now. ”
“Really?” she asks, running her hand over my still-purring chest. “And you won’t resent me?”
“Never, baby doll,” I tell her truthfully. “I’m enjoying writing music with you. Well, when you let me help.” I laugh. “Sorry. I’m just playing, but I would love to do more of that. Plus, we all deserve some time to settle into our bond.”
“Yeah,” she whispers. “That does sound nice. I’m just full-blown spiraling about whether I’ll be enough to keep you guys happy.” She pulls her hand to her face. “Dammit. I can’t believe I said that.”
“No. Don’t be embarrassed.” I wrap my hand around hers, prying it away.
“I think we’re finally getting somewhere.
You’re still healing from everything with Theo.
I’m sure that’s complicated, but you’re more than enough.
Things move fast when compatible alphas and omegas are involved.
We also have the benefit of a bond. It’s going to take time to learn everything there is to know about each other, and that’s okay.
I’m actually most excited about that part.
Don’t worry. None of us run from hard work. ”
“That does sound fun,” she says, her emotions finally settling a bit in the link. “Jesus. I can’t believe I’m bonded to the OG members of Liminal. Life is so weird.”
I chuckle, rolling her onto her back and caging her in. “Life is fucking incredible, and it’s only going to get better from here.”
“For the love of God, Mal!” Lumen moans, shoving her hips back into mine as I fuck into her doggy style on the nest mattress. “Shove your knot inside me, or I’m going to hurt you.”
“You’re lucky I like bossy women.” I chuckle as my eyes meet Riser’s.
She’s quite the demanding little thing when a wave of heat spikes, but I think it’s adorable.
She gets distracted by sucking Ry off again.
She’s so hot that she burns my cock. I don’t mind. I’ll give her whatever she needs, but I was having fun testing out different strokes.
I guess I’ll have to pick that back up later.
Lumen’s perfume smacks into me like a freight train, and the nest gets hazy.
Shit.
Everything is fuzzy.
My hand tightening on her hip, I plaster my chest to her back, kissing over her shoulder. Pulling out, I slam back into her pussy. My knot brushes her lower lips, and I rut into her, slamming the ring of muscle inside her.
The pressure is incredible, and it’s not even fully swollen.
“Jesus, Mal.” Lumen pops off Riser’s cock. “Someone, tease my clit.”
“Sorry, baby doll,” I choke out, hooking my forearm in the indent above her hip and moving to give her what she asked for.
My knot inflates, locking me in place.
It makes a weird, warm, fuzzy feeling bloom in my chest. It’s addictive. Her pheromones are so thick that it gets hard to focus.
Riser wraps his hand in her hair, groaning as his head falls back. Lumen doesn’t let herself get overwhelmed. She sucks him off like a pro, rocking on her knees and working over my throbbing cock without missing a beat.
She moans loudly, her pussy locking down on me. It’s hard to thrust with my knot locked inside her, but I do my best to grind through her orgasm. Feeling her pleasure spill into the bond sends me over the edge.
Riser slips from her lips, and I pull her up onto her knees until she rests against my chest.
I growl as I empty deep inside her.
It’s like two sexy eels sliding together in a wicked mating dance.
She wrings my cock so damn good.
I shiver, bucking up into her, and she just keeps coming.
My hand flattens on her stomach as I take note of her temperature. We’ve been trying to rotate shifts, just to make sure she always has two people up to take care of her.
Some packs have up to seven or eight members to take care of one omega, and I finally understand why.
Heats are exhausting.
She hasn’t slept more than an hour or two at a time, and she wakes up needy after every nap.
Not that I’m complaining.
I just never thought one tiny woman could officially tire out my dick. With how slick she is, it’s hard to believe chafing could ever be a problem, but if this keeps up for much longer, it might be a real issue.
Maybe I’ll look into toys for backup before her next heat. The three of us are barely keeping up, and it’s not a bad idea to be extra prepared in the future.