Chapter 33
Holy shit.
Logically, I know I'm supposed to focus on the sight in front of me.
Work out what she needs—whether I need to get my PT head in the game, work out what care she and the pack need, or whether I need to get into a different mentality.
But I'm being consumed by something more primal.
The part of me that's normally in charge is barely holding on.
She's presenting to us, those luscious tits pressed into the mattress, her glorious ass sticking up in the air, spread wide by her clutching hands, her cunt dripping with need, as she calls us into the nest with her whine.
But everything in front of me is overshadowed by the scent.
The room is thick with the fragrance of desire and the most gorgeous garden you can imagine after a summer shower.
And there's… something incredible underneath it that I can't put my finger on that calls to the most primal part of me.
Not just the sweetness of the perfume of an omega in heat; not just the depth of the field of freesias.
It's the scent of… I don't even know, but it's perfect.
It's everything we didn't know we were missing—
Dellie's hungry whine pulls me back into the moment.
I don't think I've ever seen an omega go from not even at the nesting phase to full-blown non-verbal presentation in less than three hours. It's a little scary, but as Seb said, not unprecedented in cases of a perfect scent match.
She must be in so much pain. She needs a knot, and she needs it now.
"May we come into your nest, omega?" Allen doesn't wait for a response as he strides towards her. His pupils have completely blown out, his eyes wide black pools. She whines, nodding into the mattress.
"Such a perfect nest. Isn't she a perfect Omega?" I murmur.
In every heat we've supported before, I'd say something along these lines at this point, before I slowly backed away.
But it really is the perfect nest. It's soft and cosy and it smells like all of us, surrounded by freesias, and the scent I didn't know I needed.
And most importantly, she's in it, wanting us.
My cock is swollen and throbbing and twitching against my stomach. Ralph hasn't even managed to take his socks off yet, but he's heading to the nest like he's being chased, hopping slightly as he tries to take his socks off without stopping, his erection slapping against his belly.
My body has carried me in there, too. My erection is throbbing as I idly stroke it with my left hand.
Seb is tugging at Zeke's hand as he climbs into the nest. I resist the urge to bark as I see Zeke's face flicker in a small flinch. But at least I managed to get Zeke's back taped up properly before things really kicked off. Seb's stroking Zeke's cock, a hungry look on his face.
Allen kneels between her parted legs. "You want your pack alpha's knot, Omega?"
An impatient whine answers, as Dellie's hand reaches behind her and grabs Allen's, tugging him closer.
He runs a finger through her slick, parting her labia.
She mewls. He tastes his finger and groans.
"So wet for us, Omega." He lines up his cock with her dripping slit, teasing his head along the pink stripe, and starts to ease his way inside.
She thrusts back towards him, taking him to the hilt. I see Allen shudder.
"Impatient Omega," chuckles Seb. "Do you need something to keep yourself distracted?
" He shuffles next to her, taking the weight of her torso so she can rest on his thigh, and relaxes back into the nest. She hums contentedly as she sinks her mouth over his cock, bobbing to the rhythm of Allen's thrusts.
Zeke kneels next to Seb's chest, facing Dellie. "Should I keep your alpha's mouth busy, Omega?" he asks.
She glances up at him, humming in assent. A fresh plume of freesias and sweetness and completeness fills the room. Zeke bends down to kiss her cheek as she laves her tongue along Seb's shaft, then shifts, turning to face Seb, and straddles his chest.
I crawl around until I can see Zeke's face.
Seb's lips are wrapped around his cock, his hand roughly working the base.
Zeke's face is blissed out, his hands twined in Seb's hair, his hips roughly thrusting into his mouth.
I grab the back of Zeke's head and push my lips against his in a searing kiss that he answers hungrily. My cock is throbbing with need.
I pull away from the kiss and stroke his face, looking over his shoulder.
Dellie's eyes are rolled back, blissfully. Allen looks like he's about to lose it. His neck is straining, his whole body bright pink, his pupils blown so wide they appear black.
"Ngh."
Oh shit. He almost looks like he's about to go into a rut. But Allen's never done that with an omega in heat. Never. I frown, edging closer to him. Ralph's eyes catch mine. I tilt my chin in assent.
Allen's nostrils flare when I rest my hand on his shoulder, but he doesn't bark or snap.
"Do you need to be filled, Alpha?" Ralph's voice is low, heavy with lust.
He nods, just once.
I run my hand down Allen's body until it rests on Dellie's flank. "May I taste you and our alpha, while our beta fucks our alpha into you, Omega?"
The enthusiastic whine that responds makes me chuckle.
Ralph dips his hand under her, eliciting a relieved sigh. He pulls it back, covered in slick, and kneels behind Allen, a groan slipping from his lips.
I try to slide myself beneath her body so I can use my tongue on them where they are joined. But her knees are folded forward under her. I wedge my head in the space left under her belly and hips and shuffle around awkwardly, but I can't quite find a way to reach her clit with my tongue.
She's whinging impatiently. I pull myself out, and snake my hand between her legs, finding her clit and starting to rub it. She whimpers with pleasure. Seb lets out a groan around Zeke's cock, quickly followed by Zeke's moan.
The thrusting stutters as Ralph enters Allen. His eyes roll back as the thrusting, now stronger, faster, resumes.
I force myself to keep my own pace against her clit constant, but increase the pressure slightly. Seb's cock has fallen from her mouth. She's panting with desire, her lips pressed against Seb's cock. Her eyes are glazed. She's leaning on his hip, her face scrunched.
I lean my face down next to her ear, my hand locked in place. "Come for your pack," I murmur in her ear, and pinch her clit sharply.
A short scream of pleasure bursts from Dellie as she buries her face in Seb's groin and shatters all over Allen's cock.
Allen barks, thrusting his knot into her, and shudders with his own release.
He collapses protectively over her, his hips still twitching from Ralph's frenzied thrusts.
Ralph swiftly withdraws and roughly jerks his cock until he explodes down Allen's back.
Seb groans as Zeke shudders into his mouth, but his voice suddenly cuts off sharply. Seb's hand slaps Zeke's thigh twice, and Zeke swiftly pulls his cock out and dismounts Seb as he splutters.
Zeke quickly sits Seb up, sliding in behind him, and holds him as he coughs.
I pat Dellie's thigh affectionately, and slip out of the nest into the kitchen, where Ralph had the foresight to leave the boxes of Powerade bottles.
I retrieve two boxes of bottles and a handful of protein bars, and quickly stride down the corridor, back into the nest.
Zeke is murmuring quietly in Seb's ear. Seb is still coughing, but he's smiling. I dump the boxes and bars on the floor and pull out six bottles, passing two to Zeke. He opens one and gives it to Seb, who's grinning as he leans comfortably back into Zeke's arms, his throat finally clearing.
Dellie has collapsed on her belly on the bed, still stretched around Allen's knot. Her eyes are glassy, and slightly unfocused, and a giant grin is plastered all over her face.
Allen is curled possessively around Dellie, nuzzling into the back of her neck. I move towards them, reaching out a hand to stroke her hair; but Allen's warning growl grows louder as I approach.
Holy shit. That's… is that full-blown rut? I don't think I've ever seen Allen let go like this. Not in the twenty-plus years we've known each other. I desperately try and recall my notes from Rut Studies, back when I did my master's in heat support.
Shit. I'm too big, too close to dominant, to be anything but a threat right now. I back away, gaze averted, and walk around the nest in a large arc until my eyes catch Ralph's.
I raise an eyebrow at him. He's splayed on the bed next to them. I incline my head towards the bottles in my arms. Ralph nods in understanding.
"Alpha?" He keeps his voice low and gentle as he sits up.
Allen's growling recedes, but doesn't quite stop. He turns his head towards us, his gaze fixed, his expression blank.
This isn't good.
Kneeling, I tilt my head away in submission, keeping my eyes on the floor.
"Your omega needs to drink, Alpha." Ralph's tone is soft and careful.
The growling stops, but his glare is fierce. He pushes up until he's kneeling, pulling Dellie's hips with him. She mewls, still locked on his knot. His face flushes in pleasure as they shift.
"Can we help you hold our omega? So she can sit up and drink?"
Flaring his nostrils, he looks away. That's as close to agreement as anyone can get when their alpha's in rut.
Gently, murmuring praise the whole time, Ralph lifts Dellie up by the shoulders, helping her sit back on Allen's lap. She sighs with contentment as she sinks into his arms. I pass him an open sports drink.
"Come on, sweetheart. You need to drink."
She makes a face and twitches away from Ralph when he tries to get her to accept the bottle. Allen growls, his eyes dark.
He blinks a couple of times, shaking his head.
"Drink, Omega." There's a hint of bark in his command. She lets out an incensed chirp, and reluctantly opens her mouth for Ralph.
I glance at Allen. His eyes seem slightly more focused, thank fuck. I ease myself a little closer to him.
"You need to drink, too. Your Omega needs you to keep your energy up."
His nod is curt. His jaw tightens as I approach, but at least he doesn't growl. Keeping my gaze averted, I pass him an open bottle.
As he swallows, his knot slips free, letting slick and cum flow down Dellie's leg and pool next to her knee. She whines at the loss, ignoring the drink bottle in front of her face.
Allen winces when she turns towards him, her face twisting in pain.
"Do you need another knot, Omega?" His words are clipped.
She whimpers frantically, her eyes shifting from side to side.
"We will always make sure you get what you need." It's almost a growl, but the warmth in his eyes is back. I feel something unclench in my chest.
He looks at me, nostrils flaring, and stiffly nods. I return the gesture, and crawl over to Dellie. I pat him on the shoulder as I wrap my arm around her, and lean towards his ear.
"Why don't you help your beta clean up?" I murmur. He nods rigidly, wraps an arm around Ralph, and guides him to the bathroom.
"Not until you finish at least half the bottle, Omega."
I hate growling at any omega, especially not one in heat.
But growling at Dellie is even more heartbreaking.
She's tugging at my erection as I turn my lower half away from her, a desperately hungry expression on her face.
I hold out the bottle to her, trying to keep my face looking serious, trying to ignore the throbbing in my cock and the baying of my alpha.
But, while Allen and Ralph are cleaning up, it's up to me to make sure she's looked after properly.
She huffs, snatches the bottle away, and sips hurriedly.
"Good girl," I purr, wrapping my arms around her from behind. She melts into my embrace, spilled drink dripping down her chin. My purr thrums against the top of her head.
"Swallow it all down, Omega. Then you can have something else down your throat," Seb murmurs quietly.
I stroke her hair as she gulps down the last of the bottle. She seems okay. Maybe it will be okay if I let go of being the responsible one for a moment. "She's such a good girl, isn't she, Zeke?"
Zeke nods. "The best," he mumbles against Seb's shoulder.
Dellie shivers with pleasure. I stroke her chin. "Good girls get rewarded. Does my Omega still need a knot?"
She nods frantically, desire flooding her face. I drink in the sight of her. Basil and freesias wrap around us.
She twists around to face me, wrapping her arms around my neck, pulling me down into a kiss that steals the air from my lungs and floods my blood with fire. She tugs us both down to the mattress until she's on her back and I'm on my knees, hovering over her.
I steer us away from the damp patch, and stroke her face, pushing her hair away from her eyes. She flinches as my fingers catch in a tangle. I'll have to figure out how to get her to brush it after this—but I'll worry about that later.
She's wrapping her thighs around my hips, and drops one hand from my neck to guide my cock towards her cunt. Her slick is everywhere. My breath shakes as she pulls me closer to her, my cock notched against her entrance, tugging me inside her.
I let out a soft groan as her legs push my cock into her lush, warm depths. Her eyes close, her head drops back, a blissful expression over her face as her hips writhe under me.
It's almost like she's trying to swallow me whole. And I can think of nothing I want more. She's panting with bliss, biting her lip. I rest my forehead gently on hers, as I let myself sink deeper into her.
I don't think I've ever felt like this before. Ever.
She cries out sharply, her cunt quivering around my cock. Her eyes snap open as my knot slips inside her. I cum with a grunt as her hand tangles in the back of my hair and pulls my head up.
Her gaze is fierce as she stares into my eyes.
"Mine." It's quiet. But, apart from the first time Ralph said it to me, I can't think of anything I've ever wanted to hear more.
"Yes," I breathe.
Her teeth sink into the spot above my collarbone where my neck meets my chest. Pleasure and longing and nervousness and lust and something that feels awfully close to love, flood into me as her tongue nurses the wound.
My alpha positively explodes, roaring out from inside me.
"Mine." It comes out almost as a snarl. I fist her hair, and tug her head back.
Her eyes glint with lust and delight. I sink my teeth into the spot that will mirror mine, and feel a sudden surge of happiness—whether from her or from Ralph, I'm not sure—as the bond snaps into place.
I push all the joy and lust and love and pleasure I can muster towards both of them, as she shatters again on my cock.