30. Unforgettable Night
Unforgettable Night
~NATHANíEL~
“ Y ou sure you’re good?” Icarus asks as he reaches the door. “This is your big debut moment.”
“Yeah,” I breathe, though I’m not sure I’m good. To be honest, I want to puke, but I’d never admit that to anyone right now. “I’ll see you up there at some point.”
“Maybe.” Icarus shrugs and looks away.
He leaves before I can counter, but I don’t hesitate to mutter, “Liar” as the door closes.
I wait a long moment before I let out the breath I’ve been holding. It’s not long before I’m pacing, trying to calm my rapidly beating heart.
How long have I dreamed of this moment?
To be on that stage, screaming my lungs out and listening to the crowd go wild in praise?
I got a glimpse of their glory. The outdoor space was so crowded that the fans looked like little ants. I knew it was going to be packed, but to be a completely sold-out venue with 50,000 people wasn’t something I ever expected.
Not when Nate was doing everything in his power to sabotage us.
The daily “new” gossip seemed to come out every damn hour. Bringing up Kai and Kenji’s relationship before daring to say our group found a useless Omega with zero talent.
That made me want to find his ass and break that nose again. Maybe a third time would knock some sense into him.
He doesn’t realize we could. Icarus has his location on locked, so we know he’s not stalking us in any way. He may have walked out on us, but he hasn’t let go of the idea of being the lead singer of Blooming Salvation.
He’s simply waiting for our demise, for our group to “self destruct,” which he assumed would happen with James and Rex leaving the group. We weren’t going to stop them. They had more than enough of Nate’s bullshit, and even if I was the complete opposite of my younger brother, they had other dreams and commitments they wanted to pursue.
It was a loss, but now we were a pack band.
We had a few added vocals and special guests, but aside from that, we were solid.
Kenji on drums.
Kai on electric guitar with supporting vocals.
Me front and center.
And I guess Icarus if he finds the balls to join in whenever he wants.
This was honestly the best we could do, but from how full this concert is, I don’t think the fans mind.
We’re going to find out either way.
The knock on the door doesn’t stop me from my pacing mission, but the creak of the door reveals purple strands with metallic silver, a sweet aroma immediately hitting my nostrils.
I pause mid-stride because that scent sends a wave of calm through me. It’s insane how someone’s presence can have such a magnetizing effect on you in heightened situations like these.
“Nathaníel?” There’s our Omega in all-black leather, looking hot as fuck. I have to be horny to be hard in seconds, but then again, I have noticed her scent has shifted lately. A lot sweeter and more intense, maybe signifying she’d be in Heat by now if it wasn’t for those patch blockers.
I’m sure once the tour is done, we’ll have to dive into that topic. Knowing the negative effects and implications those blockers can have on an Alpha, I don’t want to take any chances with our Rebel.
It’s crazy to me how Nate is acting like a fool when he received such a deadly diagnosis that would need immediate treatment. He has to be in denial of some kind because that’s the only excuse I can logically think of.
“Hey,” I finally answer, realizing I’m standing there like a deer in headlights.
My slowed response rats me out. Rebel slips into the room and closes the door behind her. When she walks to me, I’m fighting to hold back a growl.
She smells too good. Just the idea of someone else getting a whiff of her makes a boiling rage run through me.
“You look like you want to eat me,” she notes when she reaches me.
“I’d love to,” I taunt and can’t stop myself from reaching out and cupping her cheek with my right hand. I notice her flesh is a bit warm, leaving me to frown before I press my hand to her forehead. “You’re extremely warm, Rebel.”
“Probably supposed to be on my Heat,” she notes with a slight shrug. “Normally feels like this. It doesn’t last for long. A day or two, then I’m back to my usual self.”
“What happens when you’re like this?” It’s a bit of a distraction as I feel this need to protect her from any Alpha who’s around. I hook my arms around her waist, pulling her close to me.
She seems a bit relieved by my touch, her gaze lifting so she can keep looking into my eyes.
“Just gets really hot. Sometimes a bit overstimulated, but I don’t think it’ll get bad until tomorrow,” she confesses. “We should be focusing on you, though.”
“Nah,” I dismiss, leaning down to press a kiss to her forehead. “I don’t want you feeling overwhelmed and hot. What does my Rebel need, hmm?”
“Uh… I… don’t know?” My poor Omega looks so confused as her face becomes flushed. “I’ve never experienced this with a pack before. I normally just lock myself in my rooms and work through it. Take naps when I feel too exhausted. That’s really it.”
“You’ve tried fucking through it?” I end up offering, which sounds stupid, but I recall many Omegas I used to tattoo would have to do that, to tame these heat flashing moments when they’re on these Heat control patches.
“No,” she admits quietly, though she’s eyeing me a certain way. Almost seductively. “Never been with a pack through it.”
“Mhmm,” I whisper, taking her chin in my grasp so she can’t pull away when I glide in to place a tender kiss on her lips. “Maybe I should give you a taste?”
“You have a concert, Mr. Morelli,” she reminds me, but when I suck on her bottom lip, she can’t stop the whimpering moan that lights my insides. “Nathaníel.”
“You can’t be moaning my name like that, Rebel,” I growl and have her pressed against the dressing vanity far too fast. My knee snuggles between her legs, making it impossible for her to try to press them together when that scent of arousal drifts into the air. “Fuck. My Rebel’s already wet for me?”
“Y-Yes,” she admits with that quivering voice. “But… the show’s going to start.”
“Then we shouldn’t take long,” I offer, unable to control myself. Maybe all those nerves were getting to my head, and having a brief outlet will do me some good. Make me feel like I don’t need to run for the hills and feel like some sort of fraud. “Does my Rebel want to enjoy a quick one with me?”
“Your knot, though,” she whispers, which is so damn considerate of her.
“You can massage it out for me, Rebel,” I reassure her while my hands are moving along her net stockings. Her leather skirt can be easily dismissed with a lift, but these stockings may be tricky. “Think my cock can fit in one of these stocking holes?”
She thinks about it, even though I feel she’s a bit hazy with need. I bet her Omega instincts are driving her as wild as my Alpha ones, but I’m still trying to resist the pull.
While my Rebel is submitting to it.
“Doesn’t have to,” she purrs, making me growl without holding back. I’m already pressed against her, our lips brushing while her hands press against my bare chest. I should have put a shirt on, but God, I’m glad I didn’t because I love the feel are her warm hands caressing me. “There’s a generous space in the middle.”
“Generous, but not sure it’s big enough for my hard cock, Rebel,” I groan against her lips, sucking her bottom lip and teasing her with a slight nip. She moans and kisses me hard, making me act on this dominating need to take over. She submits with a whimpering gasp.
I take full control of our heated kiss, fumbling with my belt, desperate to free my cock, which is bulging against the tight leather pants. I’m not wearing boxers because they’re a pain to wear with these skinny leather jeans, but fuck.
I’ll be carrying a boner all night if Rebel still smells like this when I’m through with her.
When I finally release myself, I groan in relief as the slightly chilled air makes me well aware of the precum pooling at the tip. I lean forward while I let go of my cock so I can reach between Astraea’s legs and pull on the side of her panties.
Only there are none…
“Was my Rebel going to be among the crowd with no panties on?” I ask, noticing the hint of anger in my voice. I’m not necessarily angry with her. It’s hard to differentiate and explain, but I like this rebellious side of her and despise the idea of another Alpha smelling her wet pussy, which is only for our pack.
Our nostrils only…
“Maybe,” she mutters and moans when I move my lips to the side of her neck, sucking hard. She arches into me when I taunt her flesh with my teeth, biting hard enough to leave a very obvious hickey but not to hurt her like a punishment. “Mad?”
“Tempted to have you over my knee and slap your ass until your pussy is quivering,” I growl against her flesh, feeling the immense heat oozing out from her pussy as I move my fingers along her folds.
She moans in anticipation, clearly not caring if I did punish her.
I bet she’d enjoy every minute of it, too.
“You don’t see me punishing you for not wearing any boxers,” she mumbles defiantly.
I smile and lean back to meet her lust-filled eyes.
“Oh. Is my Rebel jealous of all those Omega fans getting a glimpse of my junk if there’s a costume slip-up?” I tease and see the spikes of jealousy dance in her alluring eyes. “What would my Omega do about it?”
“Tie you up, suck you off, and leave your knot hanging.” The way she doesn’t hesitate to say her taunting action of punishment riles me up even further.
Who would have thought the idea of your Omega dominating you would be so…hot?It has to be some sort of kink I never knew I’d be into because my cock is hard as fuck at the whole scenario playing in my head.
“You wouldn’t be that cruel, Rebel,” I tease and kiss her softly. “You don’t like seeing me suffer.”
“But if you’re going to flaunt what’s mine, then maybe I’d enjoy it,” she huffs, her hands pausing on my pecs. Her fingers tease my nipples, making me quiver. I haven’t felt such a sensation in a long fucking time. “These are pierced.”
“They are,” I quietly admit and don’t hesitate to take her lips before my tongue slips in without heeding. She moans in response, further pressing my nipples and making me groan into her mouth.
This is just a tiny punishment, but fuck, I love it. This whole power play between us in this heated moment.
“Like it?” I ask breathlessly before I inch my cock between her legs, teasing her slick folds. She’s so fucking wet, my cock is easily drenched in a few strokes.
“Yes,” she moans, her eyes barely open. “You should put your studs back in.”
“Want the world to know my nips are pierced like Kenji?”
“Mhmm,” she encourages and leans in close. “I want them to know before they find out you’re mine.”
My cocky smile can’t get bigger as we share a heated look that shows just how dangerous we can be together. It has to be the pheromones in the atmosphere that are driving us into this maddening state of possessiveness, but maybe this is the side of myself I’ve always been afraid to venture.
How many Omegas are there who can handle this intense connection without submitting to their Alpha? Very little to none in the plentiful list of Omegas I’ve tattooed and witnessed their interactions with their Alphas firsthand.
It’s not as defiantly electrifying as this beautiful connection with Rebel.
Makes me feel as though this is mine to share with my pack.
A sort of reward for my perseverance all these years.
“You want me, Rebel?” I ask, despite knowing exactly what she wants. I see her impatience and desperate need to be filled by me, but I want her to use those sexy words of hers, so I can enjoy the whimsical depth of her sultry voice begging for me to act and stop stalling.
“God, yes,” she moans. “Fuck me already.”
I chuckle at her directness, but I can’t give in without taunting her further.
“That’s not romantic, Omega,” I tease and see the defiant lines form in her expression. “But I’ll be a good Alpha,” I promptly declare, not ready to feel her wrath—with those dangerously haunting eyes, she’d punish me good, which I’d rather enjoy when we’re not about to be on stage in front of the world.
I slide into her, nice and slow. It gives me to chance to watch the way every inch of my cock makes her body react and submit. Her drawled-out moan sends tingles through me while I enjoy how her pussy swallows me up in this perfectly tight bubble of heat.
“Fuck,” I growl because it feels too good. The way her pussy walls are pulsing around me while she’s so fucking wet, her slick easing onto the base of my shaft. “We’ve been bad Alphas for making our Omega suffer like this.”
“Mhmm,” she whines, adjusting to my girth. I know I’m bigger than Icarus and Kai, but Kenji probably beats me with those barbell piercings of his. I don’t mind tattooing my cock, but piercings are where I’d draw the line.
My nipples were a pain in the ass.
“What are you going to do about it?” she prompts, leaving me no choice but to grin at her obvious challenge. She knows I wouldn’t dare back down.
Not when she’s begging to be fucked senseless.
“We should find out,” I suggest and enjoy the way she gasps a full octave higher because of my prompt move to slip my arms under her knees and lift her off the vanity.
I don’t give her a chance to even ask, my body moving with my instinctive need to fuck her hard and deep. It’s the few times I ever let my Alpha instincts kick in hard, consuming me in riding out this building wave of pleasure that will destroy us.
“Fuck, yes. Yes, yes, yes!” she coos in motivation, bracing herself as I fuck her hard and deep, managing to keep her suspended. I can’t even think about the fact this trailer isn’t soundproof in the slightest.
Truthfully, I can’t give two fucks because things are different now.
I have an Omega.
She’s mine to fuck whenever I please.
And I fucking need to fill her up far too bad.
“That’s it, Rebel. Gonna make you cum nice and quick, yes?”
“Yes! Fuck, fuck, faster. Harder!” She has me in a death grip with her arms around my neck, plastering herself against me. I grip her ass, my fingernails digging into her hot flesh as I keep my pace but make it so my thrusts are deep and quick.
I know we’re both going to reach our climax in seconds, and fuck, I brace myself for every bit of its blissful glory. I haven’t fucked like this ever. Never been able to be turned on so fast and reach my climax so swiftly.
I take a few seconds to embrace it and be fucking grateful for all of this.
How I expected my life to be over with this movement, yet I walked straight into the woman who would flip it upside down for the better.
Our moans and groans are as loud as the sounds of our heated connections. My cock is dripping with her slick, which makes gliding in and out of her such a breeze.
“That’s it, Rebel. Take every fucking thrust. You’re going to cum with me, yes? We’re going to ride out this wave together?”
“Yes! Please. Fuck… please, please, please!” she begs. “I want your knot, too. Pretty please.”
God, hearing her beg takes the common sense out of me, so how can I fucking refuse?Just the idea has that bulge forming at my base, desperate to be inside our Omega who’s begging for it. My brain is trying to convince me otherwise, but there’s no time to think when I’m on the borderline of my climax.
Fuck it.
“You’re going to take my knot like the champ you are, Rebel,” I praise and fight to take the few steps needed to land us on the couch. I cushion the drop, carrying her weight as if I’m about to do push-ups on all fours, but it only takes a second to reposition myself so I have my Rebel’s legs in the air, her body bent for me as I plunge into her as deeply as I can.
That’s all she needs to send her crying in ecstasy as her climax consumes her. I only need three solid thrusts before I sink myself in so my knot can slip in before it gets far too big.
“Holy fuck,” I curse. I’m not expecting the immense heat, slick, and pleasuring tightness that follows, my knot easing its way in to lock us in position.
I can’t think as my eyes roll back, and I enjoy the groaning waves of my climax that force me to remain still. The pleasure is unimaginable, and I can tell from the loud purr coming from Rebel that she’s on cloud nine in the euphoria department.
It’s crazy how her pussy stretches and accommodates so easily, the sensation so fucking unreal. The immense fullness hums through my body, down every limb, making me feel so raw and amazing. Make me feel like I’m not a missing puzzle piece, wishing to be found and placed where I belong,
This is where I belong, right here with this Omega who’s flipped my world for the better. Even as I’m coming down from my high, I adjust and slowly begin to build another pounding rush of desire.
Astraea doesn’t protest. Instead, those thick legs of hers wrap around my waist, forcing me to stay nice and close so every thrust is practically pounding close to the walls of her womb.
I don’t know why the idea of her potentially getting pregnant comes to my mind, but it doesn’t frighten me in the slightest. God, I’d take care of her and our kids. We’d be the family I always wished to have and nurture.
A blanket of protectiveness rushes through me, and I know this is the right decision—to leave Europe and the life I hoped would protect me from confronting the truth. I was forced to return to where I was meant to be all this while, and no longer would I be wasting valuable time hiding from who I was destined to be.
Destined to become.
“That’s it, my Rebel Princess. Look at how you’re taking my knot. That’s it, Astraea. Let’s ride one more wave of bliss, baby.”
“Yes. Please,” she begs and coos. “Knot me, Nathaníel.”
That’s exactly what I do, thrusting deeply and rapidly until I feel that secure tightened that has us both crying out as we cum. Her outcry of bliss, matched with my roar of triumph, probably could be heard from who knows how far away, but I’m riding the waves of this orgasmic whirlwind.
That matched with the harmonic purrs leaving my Rebel leaves me in a hypnotic state of breathlessness. It’s hard to keep myself propped up, so I force myself to go on my side, moving Rebel with me until I’m somehow on my back and she’s plastered on top of me.
We’re dripping in sweat, fighting for breath, the cloud of ecstasy humming in our minds.
I don’t know how long we’ve been here for. Heck, I think I fell asleep for a hot ten minutes, but the light tap on the door catches my attention.
“Nathaníel.” I’m surprised it’s Kenji. “Production said we’re gonna need an extra half an hour. Something about a speaker not working. We got the pre-act doing crowd control, so make sure you’re ready soon.”
Thank fucking God…
“ Think you can do me a favor?” I croak.
“Hmmmm. Depends.”
“Get me some boxers.”
“If I remember you correctly from two-plus years ago, you hate boxers in tight leather.”
“Yeah, yeah. You’re right,” I grumble, yet I can’t stop smiling. To think this fucker still remembers those times when we played at random clubs and had a wild time. “Today’s an exception.”
“Mhmm,” Kenji response. “Guess I’ll also bring the set of panties I took from Sweet Hummingbird.”
“Set you took from Hummingbird what?” I’m confused.
“I took Astraea’s pack of underwear from her bag. Figure she’d need it for later before the show,” he reveals. “Guess it was a smart move.”
“Fuck you,” I groan, realizing I should be thanking him because maybe we wouldn’t be all knotted and high if I hadn’t caught a whiff of her amazing aroma. “But bring that shit, too. Not letting anyone smell Rebel now.”
Kenji chuckles.
“You so owe me,” he concludes.
God knows I do. All those nerves and doubts are gone from my head, leaving me feeling ready to go on that stage and show the world the real me.
Show them the true Nathaníel Morelli of Blooming Salvation.
“I do,” I grunt. “Now, give me at least twenty minutes to calm the fuck down.”
“Fine, fine,” Kenji laughs. “Praise our Hummingbird and tell her we’re going to enjoy after this tour shit is done.”
“Sure,” I groan, hoping he’ll leave.
He laughs, but I hear his footsteps fade, allowing me to relax while I run my hands through Rebel’s locks.
“God, woman, you’re a seductress.”
“To you,” she mutters and moves her head to one side. “We’re going to be stuck here for a while, huh?”
“In a hurry?” I tease.
“Not really,” she whispers, and I see the way she’s eyeing me.
“See something you like?” I whisper.
“Hmmm. Maybe your neck… or your shoulder.”
I further grin, understanding what she wants to do.
“Want to mark me up, Rebel?”
“What are you going to do if I do?”
“Well, I have to perform first,” I insist on the obvious. “But after that, I think we should do a little celebration afterward by flaunting our very obvious marks.”
“The news will run with it for weeks,” she whines, but it’s not stopping her from trying to reach my neck, though it’s impossible with us locked in. “I can’t reach.” She pouts.
It’s the most adorable thing.
“Chest,” I decide. “You can choose your preference of the right or left pec. Just not exactly on my nipple, Rebel.” She gives me a look, so I add, “I’m sensitive.”
“Liar,” she huffs, but her lips curl into a smile before she trails her tongue along my nipple, making me groan.
“Rebel,” I warn.
“I’ll be good.” Her tongue trails along the middle part of my pec. The idea of having a mark right there and visible whenever I take my shirt off is going to make my ego take a rocket trip soaring upward.
“Mark me up, Rebel,” I encourage, feeling the way she sucks hard before I try not to flinch at the way her teeth nibble into my flesh. It feels weird, yet it ignites a wave of energy I can’t describe, as if my senses have clicked into the right places, solidifying a connection I didn’t realize craved to be complete.
I groan with a sense of relief and happiness while my hand trails down her back.
“My Omega,” I praise. “You can’t wait for the world to know you’re ours, huh?”
“Mhmm,” she responds, clearly focused on finalizing this mark, which makes me smirk.
I enjoy this dominant nature of hers. It’s something I can’t wait for us to expand with the others.
During her Heat with us, we’ll have to play around.
“Twenty minutes of snuggling time, then it’s show time,” I encourage as I stroke my hand through her hair. “Ready for the best concert you’ll ever experience, Rebel?”
“Ready,” she agrees while resting her head on my chest. “But it’ll be one of the many best concerts ever cause I’m coming to every single one.”
The joy my heart feels at her words and confidence has me smiling from ear to ear as I briefly close my eyes.
It’s time for the world to hear me roar.