34. Greer
greer
Maisie’s skin is tacky with sweat as I wash her down with a cloth. She vehemently refused a shower. So this is the best solution I could come up with—cleaning her while she’s knotted on Lain’s dick and can’t do anything about it.
She hardly even notices, but taking care of her needs fills me with an immense amount of pride.
“Fuck you feel so good, pet,” Lain tells our Omega, and she eats up the praise. “Is it always going to feel this good?”
He accentuates his words by thrusting his knot deeper into Maisie and she makes a keening noise. She nods like she totally agrees it will never get better than this.
Lain’s head hits the headboard with a thunk as he groans in pleasure.
“I don’t think I’m going to survive the way you take my knot, Omega,” he says, garnering her full attention.
She wiggles on his lap and I just take in the whole scene, loving seeing Lain so happy with Maisie.
My immediate intense attraction and curiosity about her all makes sense now.
Without a doubt, even if we weren’t scent matches, I’d be drawn to her, but finding out that’s what she is to me has all the pieces clicking together.
She’s felt right since the moment I met her, but now it all feels perfect.
I knew something was up yesterday morning with her reaction to my scent, but I didn’t even consider that she was my scent match.
I almost feel unworthy in a way, having the honor of not only finding my match.
It isn’t just that either; we have found the Omega who fits perfectly in our pack, and wrapping my mind around it all will take a minute.
I’m not sure what we would have done if one of us wasn’t her scent match, but I know without a doubt that Maisie wouldn’t leave them in the dust without a single care in the world. Maybe if Callum wasn’t her scent match, but I think deep down he would have figured his shit out.
Luckily, we’ll never have to know, because she’s destined for all of us.
I never wanted him to leave the pack, but something had to change. When I had that conversation of dissolving the pack, I felt sick. Deep down, I knew it wasn’t right.
Maisie was what we needed. She might not know it, but she’s our glue.
I have to hope that she was choosing us when she came over here to tell the truth, that after all of this, she won’t leave.
I shake my head at the thought. She would never do that.
Maisie is in it for the long haul, she just hasn’t been able to communicate it yet.
I go to wipe her chin, and she suddenly turns and nips my finger with her teeth.
My mouth parts in shock and Lain busts out laughing while knot deep inside our Omega.
The motion has a chain reaction; the movement causing her to come again, which promptly shuts Lain up.
While Maisie orgasms, I quickly clean her face, and she doesn’t bite me again.
Her scent is a dream, and I’m not sure I’ll ever get enough of it. Callum won’t ever be able to make tarts for the restaurant again because it will make me think of tasting her and if I see a customer eating one, I might snap.
She collapses against Lain’s chest, falling asleep, and he looks endlessly proud of himself. Callum is sleeping on the far side of the bed, not even stirring with the commotion.
“I don’t know what to do with her hair,” I tell Lain, and he shrugs, petting it back. I can already see where some tangles are forming, and I know it will only get worse if we don’t do something about it.
“We could braid it,” Lain suggests.
“Do you know how to braid?” I asks and he grimaces.
“I was hoping you did.”
None of us have sisters, and Fiona didn’t like us touching her hair. I go to the washroom and grab a wet brush, some water, and hair ties. As soon as I’m back in the bedroom, I’m pulling up videos on how to braid hair. She has so much of it I have to do a few braids and it looks a little crazy.
Callum snorts awake, and looks at us. He blinks a few times and his brow furrows.
“The fuck did you do to our Omega. Christ. Take those out,” he says, coming over to where I’m sitting and looking down at the video.
“You know how?”
“I’ve made braided bread,” he says, and Lain looks over his shoulder at me.
“I’d say braiding dough versus our Omega’s hair are very different,” Lain tells him and Callum shrugs.
“Well, she can’t look like she has antennae coming out of every which way of her head.”
“Fair,” I say, helping him untie the braids.
I’m impressed as I watch him do one braid on each side and then connect them at the back of her head so nothing comes loose.
“This changes everything,” I say, more to Callum than to Lain.
“You’re not kicking me out of the pack now?”
“You know, I never wanted to have that conversation, but you needed to figure your shit out. I still think you’ve got some baggage we need to work through. Maisie being our scent match doesn’t just solve all our problems,” I explain.
“Kinda does though,” Lain says, cradling her and resting his cheek on the top of her head. “All Cal needed was an Omega to soothe his tortured soul, and he got super lucky because we found the best one ever.”
“I want to be a part of this pack. I want to care for Maisie and I’m going to prove to you all that I deserve to be here,” Callum says, and I sigh.
“Of course you deserve to be here, we all want you here.”
Callum nods and gets off the bed. “I’ll go make breakfast, including a smoothie for her that she needs to drink before anyone gives her another knot.”
The moment the door shuts, it stirs Maisie awake. She whines as Lain’s knot releases her, which has her crawling completely naked over to me, all but begging for another knot with her eyes.
Cum and slick cover her thighs as she pushes against my chest, flattening me out on the bed. I bet I can give her what she needs before Callum is finished with all the food. I’m definitely not strong enough to make her wait—not during her heat.
“Is my sweet Omega feeling needy?”
Maisie nods, her tongue swipes at the head of my cock before moving up my body. She lightly bites on my nipple before coming to give me a kiss.
“It’s not nice to bite when I can’t,” I say against her lips, which apparently just gets her going even more as she slightly bites and tugs on my lower lip; I smack her arse for good measure and Lain sighs next to me.
“I get watching is something you like, but I feel left out,” he says and I shake my head as I cup Maisie’s face.
“Are you going to taste yourself on Lain’s cock while I give you my knot?”
Maisie makes a sound of agreement and I give her another smack against her perfect arse.
She braces herself on her knees, and I bend my own legs to give her support as she grips my cock before sliding down and taking me damn near to my knot.
Lain stands next to us on the nest bed before sliding his length down her throat. She hums in pleasure at the taste of her on his skin as I grab her hips and thrust into her from below.
She’s a dripping mess and it’s so fucking hot.
Considering that we weren’t anticipating this heat or Maisie to be our scent match, this is still turning out to be the best heat ever. She doesn’t pick favorites; she wants us all here all the time, and she’s insatiable.
“Look at you getting my knot nice and wet,” I tell her with a hard thrust.
She moans around Lain’s cock and I let go of one of her hips so I can knead one of her bouncing breasts.
Maisie holds him by the base of his knot, sucking on just the head, and I can tell she isn’t being particularly gentle.
“Oh fuckkk,” Lain says with a guttural-like growl.
When Maisie pops her lips off his cock, she grins up at him like she didn’t nearly make the Alpha collapse over. She still holds him with one hand, but she slides another in between us, attempting to push her fingers in herself along with my dick.
“I know what you need. I always know what you need, don’t I?”
She whines and I thrust into her so hard that I think we both see stars. She can barely hold herself upright and a combination of me gripping her hips and Lain keeping her steady is the only thing keeping her from collapsing on top of me.
My knot fills her as I hold her upright and moan as she clenches around me.
“Good Omega. Are you going to make me come?” I grate out as my knot swells inside her to its full size.
With those words of praise, Maisie reaches her orgasm.
Her cunt spasms around me, sending me over the edge with her.
Her release seems to go on forever as she finally collapses against me, her body writhing with pleasure.
She’s covered in sweat again, her scent still sweet in the room as she goes limp.
I wrap my arms around her, holding her tight.
“You’re doing so good. You own me, don’t you?” I whisper against her hair.
She nods against my chest, her body pliant as she falls asleep. I hold her against my body, loving that she feels safe in heat to sleep like this.
Lain scratches the back of his neck before shrugging. He knows that as soon as my knot releases her, she’ll be awake again, searching for more relief.
The door clicks open and Callum looks at the three of us like naughty children. He puts down the massive tray of food before he starts whisper-complaining.
“What the fuck did I say? She needs to eat something that isn’t cock,” Callum says, which is apparently the wrong thing, because the words just have Lain covering his mouth while he silently laughs. “Oh, I’m sorry, is our Omega’s health not a concern to you, Lain?”
“Fucking hell, mate. I forgot what a little chef tyrant you can be during heat. Worse than ever it seems,” Lain tells him with a grin.
“Oh, so you don’t want any tattie scones then?”
“I didn’t say that,” Lain says, completely fucking naked, going to grab a tattie scone, and Callum slaps his hand away.
“She was hurting and begging and we didn’t know how long you’d be. Did you want us to just sit here while she was in pain?” Lain counters and Callum sighs, stepping away from the food and coming to look at where Maisie lies on top of me.
“Don’t you dare wake her up, Callum,” I say and he rolls his eyes.
“Her smoothie is going to get all watery and then she won’t want it,” he argues, which isn’t a lie. It happened the last time. She took a sip of the smoothie at Callum’s insistence and she promptly spat it out because it had melted too much.
Callum sits on the nest bed, rubbing Maisie’s back along with me and for the first time in a long time it truly feels like my best friend Callum was back.
“Maisie, you need to eat something,” he says, and almost on cue, her stomach garbles against my own. Callum raises an eyebrow at me like ‘I told you so’.
The Omega buries her face against my chest as if to hide from Callum, but she must be hungry enough, because her big, beautiful eyes blink open.
“There we go,” Callum says, directing the straw to her mouth.
She takes a sip, but she also grinds her pussy against my pelvis and knot, making me groan.
“That’s good. It will make you feel so much better,” Callum says, encouraging her.
Maisie moans, pulling away from the straw, and Callum tsks at her. “Drink more and I’ll give you more,” he tells her.
She seems suspicious, not drinking from the straw as Callum shifts a hand to her backside. It takes me a moment to figure out what he’s doing until I feel the added pressure of his fingers stretching her hole.
I curse and Maisie moans, her mouth back on the straw as she takes my knot and Callum’s fingers at the same time.
“You need to be fucked here, don’t you?” Callum asks Maisie; she just hums around the straw until she can’t take it anymore.
She pulls away from the straw to kiss me. Her tongue swipes against mine and she tastes like strawberry and banana. Another orgasm is building up. Callum must sense it too. We moan into each other’s mouths as her pussy clenches around my knot and Callum’s fingers.
Callum seems proud of himself when she shatters apart on top of me.
Gently, he removes his fingers from Maisie and heads to the bathroom to wash his hands.
Lain blessedly brings over a plate of food for me to eat off of and kisses the top of our Omega’s head.
“You should be real proud of yourself, lass. Got all of us wrapped around your pretty little fingers, don’t ya?” he says.
Maisie makes a noise of contentment, nestling back into my arms. Lain tosses a sheet over her body to cover her, but not overheat her.
“Kind of amazing how much heat a wee thing like her can radiate,” he says and I nod.
The moment she’s content and we aren’t knotted together I’m going to need a cool shower.
Callum comes back to the nest, a frown on his face as he glances down at his phone.
“What is it?” I ask, hoping to hell there isn’t a major problem at the restaurant.
“Graham just texted me. Her sister just went into heat too,” Callum says.
We all give each other a hopeful look. If worse came to worst, I’d follow her to Chicago, spending however long it took to convince her that this was real.
I didn’t think it would come to that though; I feel as though she’s made her choice.
Her sister staying would just make her decision and transition to living here easier.
I’ll help her through her fears and give her every reassurance that she needs. Moving to a new country—starting over—isn’t easy for anyone, but for someone like Maisie, I know change hits harder. We’ll be the pack she needs; I’ll be the Alpha and pack lead they all need.
Together, we’ll get through this.
I loved her before I knew she was my scent match, and I just need to tell her that.
I kiss her warm temple, hopeful that she’ll be out of heat soon and I’ll get to tell her exactly how I feel.