Chapter Twenty-Five – Asher
I was having a dream about being late to class—high school, no less—which is a pretty strange thing, considering it’s been years since I graced the halls of the alpha-beta high school I went to.
Sometimes I have dreams about being in a high school where omegas are mixed in. I hear there are some out there in the country, though I don’t know how they work. In those dreams, I usually see Jess again for the first time in years, and…
Well, I don’t need to get into details. It’s probably obvious where those dreams tend to go.
When Rourke woke me up, it took me a few moments to actually wake up. I was stuck in between this half-awake, half-asleep state until he told me Jess started her heat and that he wore her out. She’s asleep in her room right now.
What a terrible time to have started her heat, in the middle of the night. One of us should’ve slept in her room, just so we were there when it began.
I roll myself out of bed and follow Rourke out of my room. The hallway is dark, but I know where to go, as does Rourke. He’s going to grab my brother and get a few things from the kitchen, which leaves me on temporary Jess duty, a duty I’m more than happy to have.
My bare feet take me down the hall in the dark.
Her door must be open, because I can smell her heightened scent immediately, long before I actually step foot inside the heat room.
An omega’s scent becomes downright irresistible to alphas when they’re in the middle of their heat, and Jess is no different.
Oh, that sugary, peppermint scent is enough to send me tumbling over the edge. It instantly hardens my cock and makes it hard to continue walking down the hall.
I make it to her room and find the lamp next to the bed is on, illuminating the room in a dull yellow hue.
Jess lays, fast asleep, in the middle of her nest on the floor, completely naked.
Shadows dance across her skin, and her chest rises and falls with even, relaxed breaths—that would change the moment she woke up, but for now, she can get her rest.
I tiptoe into the room, slowly sit down on the edge of the nest. I don’t dare get too close to her, fearing I’d wake her up. She’ll get to the point where only pure exhaustion could make her sleep, so the last thing I want to do is wake her now. Every bit of sleep will help her through this.
I draw my knees up to my chest and hold them there with my arms as I continue to gaze upon her sleeping figure. My eyes trail along her bare body, taking in every curve, every inch. It’s impossible not to stare; she’s gorgeous, the most gorgeous girl I’ve ever seen in my life.
Is it crazy to think that I’m falling in love with her? Probably, huh? We just reconciled. We lost so many years together. Yet… yet it feels as if we haven’t skipped a single day, like she’s finally come home to me.
I’m definitely falling for her. To try to say I’m not would be to lie, and I will never lie about anything ever again. I won’t be needlessly cruel or ignore her. I will be the man I should’ve been back then.
I don’t know how long I sit there, watching her, before Rourke and Mason join us in the room.
Their hands are full with water bottles, sports drinks, and individually-packaged protein bars.
All things necessary to keep up hydration and get her through this.
If I have time to go make a full meal, I’d gladly do it, but I don’t know how she’s going to be once she wakes up.
Only time will tell.
I meet my brother’s stare for only a few seconds before he sits down next to me. He puts everything down carefully, not making much noise at all. Soon, though, his eyes move to Jess, and he does what I did when I first came in: he can’t take his eyes off her.
Rourke moves to sit on Jess’s other side, keeping the stash of food and drinks he brought on his side. The alpha sure has a lot of tattoos; before tonight I never knew just how many he has. I knew his arms were loaded with them, but his chest and back are, too.
I wonder if I should be jealous that Rourke was with her, but that thought dies pretty quickly. How could I be jealous when we’re going to be a pack? Sharing Jess, sharing everything, is what we’re going to do on a daily basis.
Heck, it already feels as if we’re a pack. It might not be official where the paperwork is concerned, but the feeling is definitely there.
For a while, we sit and wait. No one speaks because no one wants to wake Jess up from her slumber. I don’t know what’s going to happen once she does, who she’ll want, but I mentally remind myself that it doesn’t matter who she wants first. We’ll all be needed in one way or another.
Sunlight eventually streams through the window on the far side of the room, telling us the outside world is waking up.
My cock is still rock hard; with her scent thick in the air, there’s no way it’ll lessen in its hardness until it’s beyond spent.
I don’t need to look at Mason’s crotch to know he’s sporting wood, too.
And Rourke? With how tented those boxers are, it’s impossible to not see the imprint of his dick on the fabric.
My stomach starts to rumble, and I decide, while we wait for Jess to wake, it might be smart to eat an actual breakfast. I mouth to the guys that I’m going to make some eggs, and then I get up to go do that. Soon enough I’m carrying four plates up—takes a bit of balancing, but I manage.
I offer my brother one first, then Rourke, and I keep Jess’s plate by my side in case she wakes up and wants some scrambled eggs for herself.
Have to say, not to toot my own horn or anything, but I’m getting pretty darn good at this cooking thing. Considering I never really stepped foot in the kitchen growing up since our parents had a chef who cooked all of our meals, I’m winning.
The three of us are halfway through our plates when Jess begins to stir. She groans before she sits up, and she runs a hand through her hair and stretches. Then those pretty amber eyes open and she sees the three of us, and the food on our plates.
I don’t know how out of her mind she currently is, but I still offer her the plate I brought up for her, saying, “Here. You should eat something good.”
She takes the plate from me without saying a word, and she eats it in record time—and all the while, she doesn’t seem to care one bit that she’s naked and we’re not.
Once she’s done, I take her plate and everyone else’s and put them near the door so they don’t get in our way.
She chugs a water bottle down next, seemingly unaware everyone in the room is waiting with bated breath for her to say something.
Her scent is so strong. The air is thick with it, but it’s the opposite of unbearable. No, it makes me want to bury my face against her skin and breathe the scent in from the source. I want to lose myself in her so badly I can’t think straight.
Once Jess is finished with the water bottle, she sets it aside and stretches again, then she places a hand on her stomach and frowns. She groans. “I feel…” Another groan, this one breathier.
“What do you need?” Rourke asks. “Tell us what you want, and we’ll give it to you.”
Her eyes survey the three of us, lingering on each of us for a while before moving to the next. I can’t tell what she’s thinking or what she wants, but after she looks at Mason, those eyes of hers return to me, and a sloppy smile tugs at her lips as she whispers my name, “Asher.”
Not going to lie, hearing her say my name like that makes a certain part of me tingle in the best way.
No one bats an eye, not even Mason, the one alpha in the room I would have assumed would be envious of not being chosen immediately.
I can’t help but smile as I move closer to her.
She holds out a hand to me, and I take that soft hand and bring it to my mouth once I’m directly before her, placing a soft kiss on her knuckles.
“What do you want me to do, Jess?” I ask her in a bare whisper, although I already have some ideas.
She leans forward, closes her eyes, and presses her mouth against mine. And then, with her lips still on mine, she whispers, “I want you to fuck me, Asher.” Never before has she said something like that to me—and it’s a good thing, too, because I probably would’ve self-combusted.
“Then lay down and let me take care of you.” It’s hard for me to say anything in response. My mind is going haywire, like all the wires are crossed in my brain. My cock rages against my pajama pants, and needless to say, I cannot get them off fast enough.
My shirt comes off next, and Jess responds by climbing onto my lap, throwing her arms around me, and sinking herself down on my cock with no warning.
Her body must have been wanting and ready; her core is wet, so she takes me in effortlessly. She sucks in a hard breath as I fill her up, and I damn near lose my mind when I’m fully inside her. I wrap my arms around her back and hold her against me, burying my nose in the crook of her neck.
She’s a drug to me. A beautiful, entrancing, addicting drug I will never get enough of.
Maybe I’m not falling. Maybe I already fell.
Though it’s not easy, I lift my nose from her neck so I can watch her expression as she starts to bounce on my length. Her pussy glides on me, and I am rapt. She has not only my full attention, but the attention of the other two alphas in the room as well.
Jess nuzzles into me, like she wants to bury herself beneath my skin. If I could, I’d let her. I’d let her do whatever the hell she wants and I’d have not a single complaint. She could bend me whichever way she wants, break my bones if she has to, and I would still wear a smile.
Damn, she feels so good. I don’t know how long she and Rourke went at it earlier, but it seems her energy is back and she is raring to go again. I let her bounce on my cock for a good long while before I flip us so that she’s laying down beneath me and I’m on top of her.