Chapter 20
CAELIA
I’m outside leaning over the balcony with my coffee two mornings later when Levon sneaks out with me. We picked up some groceries at the store, which I’m glad for since I’m already tired of eating out so often.
Miles and the guys didn’t blink an eye, and I found out my alphas are really good cooks.
“Good morning baby,” he says, wrapping his arm around me. I’m wearing his hoodie and nothing else, and I gasp as one of his hands slides underneath it to squeeze my breast.
“Morning,” I rasp, rubbing my ass over his morning wood. He’s pressed against me, and his lips move over my neck.
Taking my coffee from me, he places it on a side table on the large balcony.
“Did you sleep well?” he asks.
I want him to move his hand instead of its warmth simply staying on my skin, but he apparently wants to talk. Leaning against his chest, I nod.
“I’ve slept really well snuggled with the three of you,” I admit.
I haven't had sex with any of them again, but there’s been a lot of morning oral where they wake me up with orgasms. Then, we usually go out and choose an area of New Orleans to explore. Last night, we even did a ghost tour. A rat ran into the crowd and made Levon jump in the air and scream.
I jumped into Miles’ arms when it happened, so I can’t tease Levon too much for it.
“You’re still thinking about the fucking rats, aren’t you?” he asks as I giggle.
“It was really funny!” I gasp as he begins to tickle me.
“Yes, it was,” he agrees, turning me so he can kiss me.
Levon palms the globes of my ass, groaning as he remembers I’m naked underneath my hoodie. His low slung sweatpants invite me to be bold, and I shove them lower as I tuck my hands underneath the waistband.
“What do you want, Little Omega?” he asks teasingly, kissing me until my head spins.
“You,” I whisper, dragging his sweatpants down until they hit the ground.
“Fuck yes,” he croons, half lifting me so I can hook my leg around his waist.
Levon teases me with his cock as the tip bumps my clit and I whimper for more.
“Are you wet enough for me?”
“I don’t know,” I whine. “I want you now.”
“So pretty and needy,” he says. “Do you remember what I told you about my piercings?”
Adjusting his position so the crown of his cock is notched at my entrance, he pulls me down his shaft. Gasping, I feel the coolness of each piercing as it drags along my inner walls.
“Holy…oh fuck,” I gasp.
“All of that,” Levon praises me.
My stolen hoodie is still firmly in place, while Levon is completely naked. I can feel every inch of his cock as he works his way in, and I gush around it to help him. I wasn’t wet enough, but I definitely am now.
“Tell me if it’s too much,” he rasps.
“It’s not,” I promise. “I want all of you.”
“Mmm, that’s a dangerous thing to say, baby girl.”
Levon’s hips begin to thrust, and that’s when I feel the magic of his piercings. It feels as if he’s touching parts of me previously untouched.
“Shh,” he smirks, his lips dropping to devour mine as he fucks me harder. “There’s a man walking below us, baby. I don’t want him to see what’s mine. Fuck, you feel so damn tight.”
His knot rubs against my clit as he grinds against me, and my nails dig into his shoulders as I shudder.
The sliding glass door behind us opens, but Levon refuses to stop.
“Are you…Fuck, Levon,” Miles groans.
“Shh, there’s someone directly underneath us, and I’m not moving until she and I both come,” Levon growls possessively.
“I’m going to have to deal with the cops and Marilyn, aren’t I?” Miles complains.
“At least she’ll be happy you have an omega?” I ask, my eyes rolling back as Levon forces me to arch my back over the railing with his thrusts.
“What did you know about her meddling, baby?” Levon growls.
“She…Levon, fuck! She emailed me,” I cry out.
Let the police come, I can’t stay quiet.
“Ah, that was me,” Miles admits as he steps outside. Santo isn’t too far behind, and he bites his lip as he watches us.
“You?” I gasp.
“Can this wait until after I make her squirt on my knot?” Levon grumbles.
My lips curl in amusement despite the way my body clamps down on Levon’s dick.
“Jesus, baby,” he rumbles. “That’s it. Tell the good coach to shut the fuck up until we’re finished.”
Miles chuckles, leaning against the wall to watch as he drinks his water. I guess voyeurism is his thing now.
“Fine, tabling for now, until you fuck and knot her,” Miles replies. “Happy?”
“Getting there.”
“Levon, Alpha, argh,” I chant as he begins to push his knot inside of me.
“Easy,” Santo reminds Levon.
“It feels good,” I whine.
“Attagirl,” Levon praises. “Are you going to take my fat knot, Little Omega?”
My chest heaves as the breeze cools my skin. I’m both warm and cold since only half my body is covered, but it works well.
I desperately want to ask if I’ll get a bite if I’m very good, but I can’t seem to form words as Levon’s knot stretches me. My hair is loose and flies around as the clouds begin to move in. We’re going to have a storm soon.
Holding me tightly as I take his knot, Levon cages me with his body as his hips begin to roll in a way that makes it impossible to think of anything else.
His piercing at the base of his knot is rubbing my clit in a way that makes me scream as I come, and I hear him curse that he’s not going to last.
“Mmm, I knew you’d ruin me,” he whispers in my ear as he fills my cunt up with his cum. I wail as his words make me orgasm again, my heels now digging into his ass.
“Please don’t drop Caelia over the edge of the railing,” Miles mutters. At my giggle, he shakes his head. “Step away from the railing with our omega, Levon.”
“I can’t move,” he whimpers. “It feels too good.”
Santo rolls his eyes and grabs an wrought iron chair to move underneath Levon.
“You’re such a spoiled boy,” he says, pulling up Levon’s pants that were pooled at his feet. He makes certain to spank Levon’s ass first before fixing them. Levon hisses as his hips jut forward, and I mewl as his knot slides just a little deeper inside of me.
Since Levon is still buried in my cunt Santo’s plan isn’t perfect, but it does save Levon’s ass from getting cold as he eases into the chair with me in his lap.
Sighing, I wrap my arms around his neck and lay my head on his chest as he snuggles me.
“Happy now?” he chuckles.
“Mmhmm,” I mumble.
“You’re so cute,” Miles says, grabbing a chair as well. Soon, Santo is next to me, and I’m in a cocoon of perfection. “So, about Marilyn?”
Ah fuck. “Yes,” I drawl as his cheeks pinken.
“I pretended to be Marilyn when you got that message on social media,” he confesses. “That’s not to say that she isn’t completely a busybody, but I used that to my advantage. I needed to see you.”
Okay that’s sweet. “Does she know about all of this?” I ask.
“Not yet,” he sighs. “I’ve managed to dodge her as much as possible. The woman makes me insane.”
“I’m taken, I’m not going on any dates with anyone else,” Levon says, his hands rubbing my back underneath my hoodie.
My growl surprises me as I think about that, and Levon kisses my temple as he grins.
“I like this possessive side of you,” he says.
The sky opens up at his words and rain pelts the world. Thankfully, the balcony is covered and it doesn’t bother us, unlike someone across the street, who begins to run to get inside.
“Too late for all that,” Levon calls out, amused.
“So I suppose today we’re staying inside and watching movies?” Miles suggests.
“Yes,” Santo says, stretching his legs in front of him. “We’ve walked so much, my muscles are complaining.”
“You need more exercise,” Miles teases him. Santo goes for runs and works out. He rubs his middle finger over his cheek, leaving Miles to chuckle.
I listen to them talk and let myself drift off for a nap. The rain makes the perfect backdrop for a lazy day.
MILES
“There’s something wrong,” I mutter, watching as Caelia tosses something out the bedroom door.
She went in there earlier, and yelled at me to give her some space when I went to check on her. I’ve never seen her like this before.
Caelia begins to cry, and Levon, Santo, and I stiffen in worry. I can feel a million emotions coming from her through the bond. She feels unsettled and confused.
When she whines, I jump up and start walking before I even recognize that it’s happening.
“Miles,” Santo hisses. Turning, I glare at him, and he gives me an understanding nod. “Ask if you can come into the room. I’m getting this odd vibe that it’ll be really important to her.”
“She’s nesting,” I mutter. Of course. “Fuck’s sake. I’m an idiot.”
“No you’re not,” Levon says, his hands fisted to keep himself seated. “All I can smell is her scent. You need to get her to let us in to help her.”
Nodding, I keep walking until I’m at the entrance.
The curtains are all drawn, and she’s pulled out all of our clothing to hide them under the blankets.
The huge canopy over the bed is almost completely closed, but I can see her in there fixing things.
The room is dark as it continues to rain, and our bags are empty of our belongings.
It’s clear to me what she’s doing. Our omega is making her nest. Inhaling deeply, I stifle a groan as I’m hit with a thick cloud of her cherry scent. Caelia gasps out a cry that tears at my heart, solidifying that it’s beyond simply nesting.
She’s in heat.
“Caelia, please let me in,” I rasp, struggling not to take another step. “Baby.”
“Nothing is right,” she sobs.
“How isn’t it right?” I ask. “Maybe I can help?”
“The scents,” she whines. “It’s not right and I hurt.”
“Maybe your alphas can help you with the scents,” I suggest. “We just did laundry last night. They may not be strong enough.”
None of us had planned to stay with her this week, which meant we were out of clothes. Everything is clean. Not only that, we’re in a rental property where our scents haven’t had time to soak into anything either.
The laundry detergent is scentless as well due to a nod to any sensitivities, making our clothes too clean. All of this hits me like a hockey puck, and I know exactly why our omega is suffering, even outside of her heat hitting her.
“We washed the clothes,” she breathes, making a keening sound.
As if she called her other alphas, I can feel the heat of their bodies at my back.
“Baby, can we come in?” I ask. “We’ll fix it. I promise.”
Caelia sticks her head out of the canopy, her dark hair tangled, and her hazel eyes wet. She’s not doing well, and has been hiding it as long as possible. I want to scream with how useless I feel, but I don’t think she realized what was happening either.
This is her first heat.
“I don’t feel good,” she whimpers.
Santo mutters a curse and pushes me out of the way, grabbing a trash can in time to shove her face as she begins to dry heave. It’s late in the afternoon, and she hasn’t had much to eat today.
“She’s not sick,” Levon whispers under his breath.
“No,” I agree. “This is heat sickness though. Go grab a wet, cold wash cloth?”
Levon darts away to do as I ask, and I meet Santo’s gaze.
“Can Miles and Levon come in?” he asks her. He charged in without permission because he saw she was going to be sick, but I don’t want to crowd her.
“Yes,” she rasps, sipping the water he picks up on the nightstand.
The fridge is full of food, we have everything we could possibly need for as long as we’re holed up with her. I just need her to let me step over the threshold of this doorway into her nest. This is her space.
And now she has finally given me permission. Thank fuck.
Striding inside, I pull my long sleeved shirt off.
“Clothes off,” I grunt, watching as Levon comes in, dropping his pants immediately without batting an eye as he walks out of them to press the cold wash cloth against her face.
Santo removes the empty trash can to place it on the ground, undressing as well.
“You’re in heat, Caelia,” he says gently. The realization hits her, and she nods quickly.
“I need you,” she says, scooting back into the darkness of her nest. Santo doesn’t hesitate to climb in, and I follow Levon.
We have a job to do and we’re going to damn well do it. Our girl needs orgasms, knots, and us.