Twenty-Two #2
When she’s lying down underneath me, face still twisted in pain, I lean down to kiss my bite, only to be mortified when I find all of her bites once more open and oozing blood, looking like raw meat.
“Infected,” I mumble, heart breaking further.
I don’t know what she did internally to shred the connection we have, but it’s in tatters.
The level of distress she must have been experiencing to get to a place where that was even possible is just about the worst thing an omega could be subjected to, and now I want to tell myself to fuck off too.
Surely I could have found a way to ease her pain before it got to this point.
I could have kept Moon away from her or something, anything that would have ended with us in any other situation.
“Please, Alpha.”
“You never need to beg me, Fable. What do you need? You want my mouth? My fingers? My knot?”
Her eyes fly open on that last word, head nodding percussively as she pulls her knees up and opens herself up to me.
“Fucking beautiful, Omega. You’re so good. I’m going to give you exactly what you need, okay? You have us now; you never have to feel this pain again.”
She looks, for just a moment, as if she doesn’t believe me, but then I’m feeding the tip of my flushed cock into her body, hell bent on helping her to find relief.
For alphas, seeing to an omega in the full throes of heat isn’t as sexual as you’d think.
It’s more about being a caretaker, similar to caring for someone important to you when they’re sick.
It’s wholly different than when we’re intimate outside of heats, so my body doesn’t need to be convinced I want sex, even though I haven’t slept in over 24 hours and was in jail for more than that.
It doesn’t matter that our girl is currently being monitored for health and safety reasons either, because the pheromones her body is pumping out have me and every other alpha in this room in a chokehold.
I guarantee that each and every one of them is hard and ready to see to our omega right this second, even though they haven’t so much as touched her yet.
I guess what I’m trying to explain is that tending to an omega in heat is more medical than sexual, but gods damn does the sex feel incredible.
I don’t even care that my thoughts are so contradictory right now, because I’ve got my hands wrapped around her knees, staring down at her creamy thighs, watching my cock drive into her.
Her slick is dripping everywhere, making the more animal side of me emerge, ready to fall into rut and see her through this heat.
A few pumps and my knot is already inflated, bumping against her opening not unlike a battering ram. From this angle, it feels impossible that she’ll be able to take me, to take all of me, but with the next roll of my hips she’s bearing down, forcing her body to accept me.
I nearly collapse on top of her as she swallows my knot like it’s nothing, vision going white as her body clamps down on me, giving her the relief she needs as she milks me for every drop of cum I’m worth.
I feel like a fucking geyser, hips stuttering incessantly while I pour into her, my body working overtime to fill her up with cum so she won’t hurt anymore.
Man, biology is fucking wild.
She breathes deeply for the first time since we’ve been in the room and I find my shaky limbs will actually work to hold me up after all, so I push myself up to see her stunning face and rest my forehead on hers.
She’s gone soft now, her face relaxed and her eyelashes fluttering prettily.
It’s imperative that I clean my bite. I need to nurse it, need to make sure our bond is as strong as it can possibly be in this moment, so I sink my teeth right over the old bite, getting nice and deep so my saliva can heal her and re-affirm our connection.
She shudders underneath me, coming again, somehow making me pulse out a deplorable stream of cum into her.
She blinks up at me, eyes clear. “Calloway. You’re here.” Fable looks around the mass of my body, taking in all of her alphas standing in this ridiculous room, wearing ridiculous robes. “You’re all here. Moon, is he—”
The growl isn’t even something I can control.
Fable’s eyes widen, flashing to me, and that sass she’s known for rises up.
“Calloway fucking Lovall. Did you just growl at me? For paying attention to one of my alphas? I may be afflicted right now, and stuck on your gods damn knot, but I will talk to any of my alphas I see fit, do I make myself clear?”
She grabs my ponytail with a pathetically weak grip, and I almost don’t bite back the sudden sound of amusement in time. I take a cleansing breath instead and focus on my breathing so I don’t piss her off further. Never mind that she’s decided I’ll be taking her last name.
“He hurt you,” I remind her, in case the medical stay has wiped her memories.
Her grip suddenly gets stronger, yanking my ponytail roughly so I’m fully at her mercy. I hiss in a breath as her sharp nails threaten to pierce into my scalp, baring my neck in submission.
She likes that.
“That’s much better, thank you. Turns out you do have some manners after all. While we’re on the topic of interesting things we’ve done, would you like to explain to the class why you have a fucking secret voyeur room attached to the room you sleep in?”
Shit. I never explained that, did I? This is such an awkward thing to talk about while I’m stuck inside of her. “It was there when we moved in, never got around to doing anything to it. As you saw though, it might come in handy on occasion.”
She squints her eyes at me, accepting my explanation, then goes right back to the one member of our pack she hasn’t bonded yet. “Moon. Get over here. Now.”
Fable glares at me while she makes her demands, practically daring me to growl at her or Moon again. When neither happens, her cunt squeezes me beautifully, making me moan as my hips twitch.
“Moon. I believe you have something to say to me, yes?”
“Fucking dumbass,” somebody behind me mutters under their breath.
Fortunately, Fable understands this comment was aimed at Moon, not at her, so they’re all safe-ish from her wrath right now.
When Fable finally releases my hair and sinks her hand down to my hips, her pointy-ass nails millimeters away from my balls, I understand the threat and decide I’m going to comply with her.
Moon falls to his knees, head falling in shame as he crawls towards her, unable to resist her even though we all wish he would.
When he lifts his eyes up, because she’s not saying anything and is hardly breathing, something passes between them.
They stare each other down, communicating something only they understand and then he nods and takes a shuttering breath.
“Fable, I apologize, from the deepest recesses of my heart, for not believing in you.”
“That’s a start. Please elaborate on why you feel the need to apologize?” she commands.
He doesn’t hesitate. “For letting my past, and my pack’s history, color the way I viewed you and your intentions.
For being so obtuse about the way you were so godsdamn perfect this whole time, and for not stepping up as your alpha the second I could have.
I would like to formally withdraw my bid from the pack. ”
“Denied.”
Moon’s eyes snap up to the omega, whose scent is intensifying again by the second. I’m still locked inside of her, but that’s hardly going to stop anybody from touching her.
“What do you mean, denied?” Moon huffs, trying very hard to keep his eyes on her and not look around the room for pack input.
“Withdrawal not accepted. Your apology however, is, but only under one condition.” She lets out a deep moan as I push into her a scant bit more, making sure she knows exactly whose knot is stuffed inside of her right now.
Her fingernails graze my balls, drawing a thin rivulet of blood, but no one says jack shit. Traitors.
“Before you continue,” Moon starts, but Fable cuts him off.
“No. Before you continue, do you really think you’re in charge here? I may be the one being fucking needy, but I own you.”
His lips twitch. She weighs nearly half as much as Moon does, but her attitude makes it seem like it’s a lot more.
“I’m in charge, and I’m telling you that your apology is only the first…step. Hold on, I think I’m going to come again.”
She reaches out to swipe at Moon’s head, shoving his face in her crotch and assuming he’ll know what to do with her. His cheek brushes against my pelvis, but he starts sucking on her clit and she creams my dick so much that I slip out of her, even though my knot is only partially deflated.
It’s a big mess, leaking everywhere, but that, apparently, is Moon’s problem. She shoves his head further down, wrapping her perfect thigh over his neck to pin him in place. “Lick me clean and maybe I’ll let you talk to me again.”
Holy fuck is it hot seeing her take control of us. It heals something in me, because I was worried about what I’d find when we were racing over here. If she’s able to top from the bottom, then I think we can figure this out. Somehow.
Unsure where she wants me, I fall back onto my heels and try to find a steady breath, unable to look away from Moon licking up my cum, stuffing some of it back inside of her while he does.
This really might make some pack dinners a bit awkward in the future.
Probably best to avoid serving any food that resembles the appearance of cum, just to be safe. Is that a long list?
“As for the rest of you,” Fable resumes, as though she didn’t just unashamedly cream herself in front of all of us, “this pack is going to stop with its bullshit here and now. I tried to give you time to work out your issues on your own, but I think we can all see how that ended.