Chapter Thirty-Two
Shade
The sound of their kiss is unhurried, soaked in intimacy. Halley lets out soft little gasps between the wet pulls of her mouth against Viper’s, and I can feel her scent thickening in the air. It’s sweet and heavy, like warm honey laced with lightning. Powerful enough to twist in my lungs.
In the short pauses to breathe, Viper looks dazed. He’s deep under her spell. If the enormous bulge at the front of his trousers is any indication, he’s very affected by her touch.
But he doesn’t move to do anything more than kiss and stroke her sides. He just holds her and lets her take her fill.
Halley, however, is done with going slow.
It starts subtle, with barely-there shifts of her body, but frustration builds fast. Soon, her hips are grinding in increasingly desperate rolls against the firm line of Viper’s thigh until she’s humping in earnest, chasing friction like it might grant her peace.
She tears her mouth from Viper’s with a low, needy sound, and fists his shirt with both hands, tugging hard enough that I hear threads rip. Her fingers twist, feral and urgent.
“Alpha,” she breathes, voice high and fraying, a snarl buried beneath the plea.
Viper stiffens, caught off guard, but I’m already moving. I reach out, gentle but firm, wrapping my hands around Halley’s wrists and guiding them down from his chest.
“Hey, hey now,” I murmur. “No mauling the Alpha, alright? That shirt didn’t wrong you.”
Her eyes snap to mine, wild and glassy, and for a moment I can feel her pulse hammering through her fingertips.
“I need,” she says, sharp and simple.
We all know what she’s asking for. But I need her to say it.
For her sake. Because even though O-space isn’t heat, and she’s not completely lost to her hindbrain, none of us can say with certainty how deep it goes.
Her O-space always makes her inhibitions lower.
She doesn’t overthink or feel shame as she usually would.
I have to make sure she won’t cross a line she regrets later.
Right now, I need to stay in role. Her Pack Beta. The one who doesn’t lose his head when everyone else gets swept up in pheromones and instinct. I have to find out what she actually needs, not what her body’s screaming for in this moment.
Maybe she just needs some affection.
“Do you… need a hug?”
She blinks at me and suddenly I’m on the receiving end of her snarl.
Before I can say anything more, Halley moves, launching herself off Viper. One second I’m kneeling, the next I’m flat on my back with her straddling me, wild-eyed and grinning like a feral thing that’s just caught its prey.
“Fuck. Okay, fine. Fine. Not a hug!”
She bucks her hips, and I tense all over.
Fuuuck.
Her hips rock again, chasing the pressure of my cock against her heated core.
Everlyn warned me this might happen. As Halley’s pheromone levels spike, she’ll get aroused. Maybe even aggressive.
A frustrated growl builds low in her throat.
“C’mon,” she whines. “Please. I… Mmm — want this. Don’t you?”
She digs her fingers into my hair and jerks. Hard.
I grunt in pain.
Okay, yep. Think we can tick sexually aggressive on the list of her symptoms.
“Alright. Let me just… oh, fuck—”
She licks a hot stripe from my shoulder to my temple, then goes straight for my mouth with single-minded hunger.
“J—Just give me a second to think,” I mutter, redirecting her lips to my throat where she latches on and suckles earnestly.
Rut-dammit.
I inhale through my nose and try not to roll my hips into hers. Her weight on my lap, the grinding, the little moans. It’s a heady mix.
“Halley, baby girl, listen to me for a second, yeah?”
I give a gentle tug on her hair to try to get her attention.
Mistake.
She lets out a loud moan and doubles down on the grind, hips moving in firm, needy circles against the very inconvenient problem tenting my pants.
Right. We’re in the deep end now. Fuck, maybe this is her heat?
I cup her cheeks in both hands, firm but not rough, and coax her face in front of mine.
“Look at me.”
Her cheeks are flushed, mouth parted and wet, pupils blown wide. But there’s still a flicker of clarity in her. She blinks once. Tilts her head just slightly. It’s enough. She’s still in there, treading water in that Omega headspace, but present. Not heat.
“Please,” she whispers, voice thin with need. “I want it. I really do. Just let me…”
I keep my voice low, calm, the way you’d speak to a startled animal. “I know, sweetheart. I see you. But I need you to stay with me. Use your words, yeah? Tell me what you need.”
She hums, lips tugging between her teeth.
“Do you want help with your, er… arousal?” I ask gently, threading my fingers through her hair again to soothe her.
“Uh-huh. Yes, please.”
She rocks her hips again, needy and desperate. I exhale sharply through my nose and ignore Vipers amused little chuckle beside me. Not sure what he’s laughing at when our girl made him cross-eyed not that long ago.
“Okay. And what about privacy? Do you want just one of us, or—”
“Privacy?” she echoes, like I’ve just suggested banishing her into the cold.
“Yeah, I mean… would you prefer to be alone with one of us?”
The little frown on her face tightens. She jerks back from my hands like I’ve offended her.
“No!” she snaps, eyes bright with instinct. “The Pack stays in the nest.”
I nod slowly, absorbing that, even as my stomach flips with the weight of her words.
Makes sense. She was sleepy and sweet when it was just Blaze and me. Then the rest of the Pack walked in, and her scent blossomed with her desires. It’s having us all together in her nest that’s turning her on. She wants all of us here. Her Omega demands it.
Still. I need her to confirm it.
“You’re alright with us being here with you, then?” I ask, giving her one last out, just in case there’s doubt behind the confidence.
“I want the Pack to watch. It feels better when you’re all here.”
She says it with clearheadedness and certainty.
Right.
Game on.
I move to sit up. “Viper can take over and—”
“No,” she shoves my shoulders down hard into the nest. “I want your cock, Daddy.”
My brain stalls. Just flat lines for a second under the weight of that sentence.
Not Viper then.
Halley kisses me with startling hunger.
"I don't have a knot," I gasp into Halley's mouth. She doesn't wait for me to stop talking, just licks into my mouth like she wants to devour me.
"Don't need a knot. Not in heat. Just want you," she says between kisses. Her hands are in my hair, pulling at the strands. She's rough, her desire making her desperate and wild.
She's made her choice.
Beta.
Shade.
Me.
“Alright, alright,” I say, mostly to myself to calm my racing thoughts. “Let's take these panties off, yeah?”
I roll her onto her back, and slip the borrowed trousers and underwear down her hips as she lifts her ass to aid me. Her panties come away with a string of slick, the gusset soaked with her arousal. I swallow thickly and my cock dribbles precome in response.
A flash of Viper’s enormous hands, and the trousers are whipped away, leaving her bare.
Viper throws the wet panties, and Knox catches them by reflex. The Prime makes a grunting sound, rubbing the fabric between his fingers, feeling the damp slick. He gently brings them to his nose and inhales.
The guttural groan makes Halley moan in response.
Blaze leans over and takes a deep sniff as well. Neither Alpha looks upset she chose me. In fact, judging by their heaving breaths, flared nostrils, and shining eyes, they're just eager to see what’s about to happen.
I've had plenty of sex during my time in the military. Man or woman, it didn’t matter much to me, all I craved was the touch of another human being. Yet, in all my life, I’ve never had sex with someone who holds my heart the way Halley does.
“Arms up,” I instruct and she obeys me without question, compliant now that she’s getting her way. I whip away her shirt and rosy pink nipples tighten as they’re exposed, erect, and begging to be sucked.
I want to suck little red marks on her creamy mounds. I know without a doubt, in the very near future, it’ll be a rare sight to see them free of the marks the Pack are going to litter over her breasts.
Halley becomes impatient and grinds her hips down, her bare pussy drooling over the front of my boxers, still slightly damp from our shared shower. I quickly pull them down, releasing my straining erection.
Viper grunts from beside me as he pulls his cock through his open zipper and gives it a tug. The mushroom head is an angry red, weeping a steady flow of clear precome over his knuckles. He's huge, and that's not including the textured bulb at the base that expands into a fearsome knot.
Halley doesn’t wait for me to catch my breath. Her wet heat slides along my cock, hips humping while she kisses me passionately.
I know the exact moment she finds my hidden surprise.
She goes still, lashes fluttering like she’s short-circuited.
“You like that, baby girl?” I murmur.
She lifts her hips as her eyes drop to the metal bar pierced through the most sensitive part of me.
I've wanted to fuck this Omega from the moment I saw her save Viper's life. Rut-damn, after living with her in the training camp for weeks, my dick developed a serious case of chafe. I’d never jerked off so much, not even as a teen.
Fuck it, I’m done being patient.
I grab her hips and shift her until the tip of my cock presses against her entrance and push in until the backs of her thighs rest on mine, bottoming out.
She sits on me like a throne, her pussy fluttering as she stretches around me, her muscles becoming used to being forced open.
I’ve never felt anything like it before.
She's so hot, tight, and silky soft.
And wet.
Rutting-fuck, she’s so wet her slick is running down my thighs, and it dawns on me that sex with an Omega won’t be like anything else I’ve ever experienced.
Halley’s little hands dig into my pecs, and then her hips rise and fall, and my mind goes blank.