27. Pascal
How I managed to get my clothes off and pull Lyra free from Eli’s arms, I couldn’t tell you, but none of that mattered. All I could think about was the feel of Lyra’s soft body beneath mine as I laid her down on the bed. Grabbing her ass with both hands, I hoisted her up and shuffled further onto the bed so there was no risk of either of us sliding off in the middle of things. This moment was far too important for me, and I wouldn’t risk anything going wrong.
Before Lyra, I’d only been intimate with three other people, but they’d all been prostitutes. My fathers believed all Alphas should be taught how to properly fuck a woman the moment their designation was revealed. They were under the impression it would turn us into real men, but I found the practice to be vulgar as well as degrading to both the woman and myself. Seeing my reluctance with the first woman, they forced me to do it again, and when that still didn’t change my mind, they assumed I was gay. The last prostitute they forced on me was a man, confident this was what I needed to be fixed.
What my fathers refused to understand was the fact I didn’t like sex, or at least that’s what I’d always believed. Growing up, I didn’t have crushes on movie stars or any other kind of celebrity, nor did I go to the mall with my classmates and rate others on their attractiveness level. Only once in college did I experience what people talked about when they said all they could think about was getting that person in bed. He’d been my roommate my freshman year, a sweet, kind Beta who managed to put up with all my eccentricities.
The feelings had grown over time, and when I was finally ready to tell him how I felt, he announced he was moving in with his Alpha girlfriend. It had crushed me. I thought for sure he felt the same way I did, and who knows, maybe he did, but I couldn’t risk him turning me down. We stayed friends all through college. However, after we graduated, he bonded with his Alpha, and they found their Omega, leaving no time for an old college buddy.
When I think back to how cold and rigid that experience made me, I feel sad for my past self. My life didn’t have to be so empty. If I’d gone to the Scent Matchers sooner, maybe I’d have met the guys faster. While Tanner and I argue over most things when it comes to cleaning or organizing in our home, I don’t fear him rejecting me and forcing me to move out. We are like true brothers—there might be fights, but there is also a foundation of respect and love. Without Zachary, Tanner, and Fawn in my life, I’d never get to experience the feeling of true acceptance. Our family had always been unique, even before finding out about Eli and then Lyra.
Ah, Lyra, my heartbreakingly beautiful Omega, who’d turned my world upside down with one look. She hadn’t even walked into the sitting room yet, and I noticed her talking to the secretary. I don’t know that I’ll ever be able to explain it, but the second her eyes met mine, I knew I’d been waiting for her all my life. For the first time in my thirty-six years of having a penis, I’d gotten a raging boner just from her scent. Then panic set in as I realized how shitty my people skills were since I hadn’t felt it was a productive use of my time. The only people I ever needed to be around were my pack, and they accepted me at face value. The problem was, my beautiful Lyra deserved the best of everything I could give her, including myself.
“Lyra.” I rasped, breaking the kiss I’d been thoroughly lost in. “I need to warn you I’m not particularly skilled in the art of lovemaking.”
“Doesn’t matter,” Lyra said, brushing off my concern as she kissed along my jaw. “You’re my Alpha, and I’m your Omega. We are born to love each other.”
Stunned by her rather confident admission, which was wildly different from what she’d told us before, I reared back to see her face more clearly. “Is that really you saying that, or is your heat telling me what I want to hear so I fuck you?”
“It’s both,” Lyra admitted, gently grasping my glasses off my face. “I absolutely want you to fuck me, and I’d be happy to tell you whatever you want to hear to make that happen. One major perk is when I’m in heat, there is no room for my fears to hold me back. For three to five days, I get to live life free of fear but horny as hell… an odd trade-off if you ask me.”
Logically, that made sense to me, but my personal fears struggled with believing she wouldn’t regret this when her heat was over. My worries came to a screeching halt as Lyra’s hand wrapped around my cock and teased the tip of it against her pussy.
“This would be me trying to manipulate you into fucking me, just so you’re aware of the differences,” Lyra shared with a coy smile on her lips. “Is it working?”
“Beautiful, the last thing I expected was to see you turn into such a vixen, but yes, it’s absolutely working,” I confessed, scooping her up as I changed our position and put her on top. “Since you’re so eager to ride my cock, then why don’t you teach me what you like, my little vixen.”
I was taller than Lyra but only by a foot or so. However, this difference caused her to scooch up my body so she could dangle her breasts in my face. “Please, Alpha, I want to feel your mouth on me.”
Not needing any further encouragement, I sucked her nipple and the skin around it into my mouth. I used my right hand to tease her other breast, tugging slightly on her nipple, drawing a throaty moan from Lyra. As I indulged myself on her body like she asked me to, I felt her grinding on my stomach, so I decided to give her some relief. My free hand slid down the curve of her ass until my fingers found her sopping-wet pussy. With this angle, it was easier to hook two fingers into her than one, so I did that.
“Oh fuck, your fingers feel so good, Alpha,” Lyra cried out, thrusting back on my fingers to get them deeper into her pussy.
My thumb brushed over her ass, and I could tell she was wet there as well. “Tell me, little vixen, did someone recently fuck your ass?”
“Yeees,” she moaned as I pressed against the entrance.
“Did you enjoy it?” Lyra nodded, biting her lip as the tip of my thumb slipped past the tight ring.
I didn’t care one way or another who of my pack fucked her as long as she enjoyed herself. Even though I was particular with my things and didn’t tend to embrace the concept of community use, Omegas were different. If an Omega were matched with one person, then they’d only need that one person. The same logic applies for an Omega like Lyra who’s matched with the five pack members. For her to have a happy, fulfilled life, it had to include all five matches. Just like Fawn still needed me to be part of his life even though we didn’t fuck. Something only I could provide was what both my Omegas needed, and I would always do right by them.
“Where do you want my cock?” I inquired, genuinely curious as to what her choice would be.
Lyra decided and showed me the best course of action. The next thing I knew, she’d pulled my hand away, and I was balls deep in her perfect pussy. “Oh God,” I groaned.
Just the feel of her wrapped around my cock almost had me shooting my load, but I managed to hold it together. Lyra started off slow, her hands resting on my chest to keep her balance as she fucked me. It had to be one of the most glorious sights I’ll ever witness, and it will be forever scorched into my brain. There Lyra sat, her head thrown back and her mouth open as soft whimpers and moans slipped out. Her hair cascaded down her back, and each time Lyra’s ass slapped against my body, her breasts bounced, begging me to play with them.
I knew I wasn’t going to last long. How could I, with such a sensual creature torturing me with her body in the best way? If I’d known sex with the person I was meant to be with would feel this life-altering, I wouldn’t have let myself become so closed off. Everything about this moment was beautiful, but the most amazing part was this stunning woman was mine. With that single thought, something inside me snapped, and the next second, my hands were on her hips. I held Lyra still as I fucked up into her at a speed and depth I didn’t think possible. An animalistic need to possess this perfect being took over, and I surged up into a sitting position. Holding her tight, I pushed up onto my knees so I could hold Lyra at an angle, giving me the room I needed to fucking pound into her.
She started to scream and shake in my arms as she came, causing the walls of her pussy to try and strangle my cock in search of my knot. I wasn’t ready to give it to her—yet. For too long, I’d waited for this woman, and I was going to make the most of it. This pussy was mine, her body was mine, and soon enough, her heart would be mine. I needed to do only one more thing so our fates were forever sealed. I kissed from her neck to her shoulder, searching for the perfect place to leave my mark, and just as I’d found it, I knew I couldn’t hold back any longer.
My entire body locked up as my knot swelled for the first time inside an Omega. It was a battle of my knot stretching out her walls as her pussy fought back, refusing to give up any ground I hadn’t earned. Roaring at the overwhelming bliss I felt as my Omega milked my cock dry, I grabbed a fistful of Lyra’s hair and yanked her head to the side. Prepared to leave my mark and claim my Omega, I didn’t pay any heed to the pillow that was slammed into my face. The impact was so unexpected and forceful it knocked me on my ass.
“Goddammit, Pascal, you were the last person I thought we’d need to worry about marking her,” Eli growled, still not removing the pillow he held over my face. “Fucking hell, do you have any idea how close you just came?”
Wanting an answer, he removed the pillow and glared at me.
“She’s my Omega, so why shouldn’t I claim her?” I snapped.
Eli’s eyes narrowed, his expression stony. “Maybe because to do so while she’s in heat would violate every shred of trust she has with us.”
Rage like I’d never experienced before burned in my chest. “What the hell is your fucking problem? Fawn already marked her. She’s ours, end of story. Why would it matter if I added my mark?”
“That’s your damn rut brain talking because the Pascal I know would never do something like that,” Zachary interjected with a knotted, wide-eyed Fawn curled up against his side. “If you remember Eli’s explanation of what happened, Lyra asked Fawn to mark her. What you’re proposing is flat-out wrong.”
“Pascal,” Tanner called, his voice calm as he held Lyra against his chest and away from me.
I watched Lyra for a second as she tried to wiggle her ass against Tanner even though she was knotted on my dick. The way she looked at me, her eyes no longer had the clarity of reason but were half open and sleepy even as she was begging for another cock. My concern and protective instincts shoved back my rut enough for me to realize I was, in fact, experiencing my first rut.
“Oh my God, what did I almost do?” I sobbed as horror churned in my stomach.
Tanner and Eli seemed slightly surprised by my reaction, taking a second to meet each other’s gaze before turning back to me.
“I’m sorry if you think this is rude to ask, but Pascal, is this your first rut?” Eli questioned.
Running a hand over my face, I nodded. “Yes, I had no idea what was going on. I just got swept up in a flood of possessive rage.”
“That certainly answers a lot of questions,” Tanner muttered, then kissed Lyra’s head before letting her go.
Instantly, Lyra was sprawled on my chest, using her cheek to leave her scent mark over my heart. My hands shook slightly as I reached out to touch her, afraid I might lose control. A soft, contented sigh escaped from Lyra, and I started to purr as love for her swelled in my chest. I nuzzled her head with my cheek as I stroked her back, letting her rest before the effect of my cum cooling her heat wore off.
“How is it that you and I are nearly the same age, but you’ve never gone into rut before?” Eli pressed, seeming to be as confused as I was.
Not having an answer, I simply shrugged. “I suppose it might have something to do with my lack of sex drive. Until I met Lyra, that urge seemed practically nonexistent.”
“Interesting,” Eli mumbled, scratching his jaw. “Would you mind if I reached out to a close family friend who’s a doctor and asked him if he’s seen or heard of anything like this before?”
“Actually, I’d prefer it. I would like to know if there’s something I need to watch out for,” I agreed. “I was lucky to have you guys here to stop me from stealing Lyra’s choice. Thank you.”
“No thanks needed. We’re a pack, and packs look out for each other,” Tanner reminded me with a knowing raised brow.
I gave him a small smile, wondering how many times he would have to remind me of that.