Chapter 24
Chapter Twenty-Four
ROSALIA
“He’s the most stubborn alpha I’ve ever met,” I rasp. I can’t help the tears falling down my cheeks, because my emotions are all over the place. I’m silently panicking, trying to figure out how to undo this.
I didn’t realize he’d take my words so fucking literally, and now we could all lose him.
“He passed out,” Pablo says quietly. “I don’t feel pain from him anymore, but this isn’t good. Would a doctor even be able to help with this?”
“Probably not,” Silas says, helping Pablo lift Nico out of the wheelchair.
“Pablo, I’ll grab his feet. We can carry him into the house,” Verona says, leaving the door open as Pablo adjusts his grip.
“Silas is right. The scent match is active on both sides, which is why he seems to be worse now,” Easton mutters, watching as Pablo and Verona walk Nico to the bed.
“I don’t want to pressure you, Rosalia, but you may need to decide sooner than later if you’re going to cut him loose or not.
Bond sickness can cause a person to waste away, and he’s going fast.”
I deserve the pressure. I genuinely like my husband when he’s not being an asshat. The fact that he’s suffering like this really upsets me. However, do I like him enough to want to be bonded to him for the rest of our lives?
“Thank you, Easton. We’ll take it from here.”
Stepping around the wheelchair, I begin walking inside the guesthouse.
“Rosalia…”
“We got it,” I insist again, my fingertips whitening as I squeeze the wood of the door as I turn back to them. “Thank you.”
I close the door gently in their faces, wincing as I hear Nico thrash with a low moan in the bed. I’m no longer touching him, and the bond isn’t very happy with that. Walking to the bed, I push off my sleeping shorts as I walk.
Verona seems to read my determined expression, because she moves out of my way.
“Can you give me a minute with him?” I ask, climbing onto the bed. “Unless…you’re okay watching me bite him.”
“You are?” Pablo asks. “But…”
“He’s Nico,” I mutter, straddling the alpha. “I know, I know. He’s loyal, has his head up his ass when he fixates on ridiculous things, and he offered to set me free. What the fuck else am I supposed to do?”
“Well, you don’t sound like you hate him,” he chuckles.
“That’s never been the problem, Pablo. It’s always been about the lack of choices.
I also hate that so much of this marriage also seems to hinge on the ability to have children.
I don’t know how to be a mom, and the idea of being a baby factory fucking terrifies me.
My mother tried to drown me when I was six.
That’s why my father killed her. What if I suck as a mom and traumatize our kids? ”
I’m working myself up, sitting on my unconscious alpha’s lap, crying about children that may never fucking happen. I’m a damn mess.
“You’re not going to suck at it because you’re aware of your own trauma,” Verona whispers. “You’re too good of a person to hurt people who don’t deserve it. Just look at your rule about not hurting children.”
“I’m still shipping the little shits out of the country,” I grumble, sniffling as I laugh.
“That’s just smart,” Pablo shrugs as he gets onto the bed to sit with me. “If we have kids, they won’t be spoiled or hateful. They’ll be tri-lingual and understand what it’s like to fight for love, because that’s how they came to be.”
Verona pulls tissues out of the box and hands them to me.
“Don’t borrow trouble, baby. We may be burning the world down, but we are not evil. Do you want to know who reminded me of that?”
“Who?” I ask.
“Nico,” she says. “I needed to, um, see something.”
“And what did you find?” I ask, laying on Nico’s body as I push his shirt up so I can touch his skin.
“It didn’t matter how much I poked the bear, he refused to flip out or bite back. Nico also told me that fighting for our own survival doesn’t make us bad people.”
“He’s right,” I sigh, my fingers shaking as I rub them over his skin. “I guess we should keep him.”
Verona smirks as she joins us on the bed, and Pablo’s arm snakes out to pull her against him.
It feels right to claim Nico with them beside me.
We’re creating our own pack, despite Pack Domino already being established.
When you have two omegas, the omegas have the privilege of choosing who they want to mate forever with.
At least, that’s how I think it should work.
“Rosa.” Nico’s voice is dark and raspy, reminding me of Cooper’s. I don’t think it’s been long enough for him to go feral, but it’s been weeks that he’s been exhibiting symptoms we didn’t understand.
The way he knew when I was in pain, the anxious pacing when he wasn’t with me, and later the headaches when I was going through withdrawals. He met me a month ago today.
I could be wrong, and going feral could be quieter than the way others describe it. There’s no exact science to this, as it’s a mixture of metaphysics and biology.
“Hey,” I say, biting my lip as I brace myself over him with my forearms. “I’m going to fix this.”
“You don’t have to—”
I interrupt his line of thought with a kiss, tasting mint as his arms wrap tightly around me. He’s not hurting me, and his leg raises between my legs to keep me in place.
Don’t slick. That’s so fucking inappropriate.
Unfortunately, his thigh is right against my clit, and I shiver with a slight whimper as I fall into this kiss.
His hands find as much skin as possible, pushing underneath my panties to grab my ass, while the other ghosts up my back.
Breaking away, I suck on his jaw as he gives the sexiest, raw groan I’ve ever heard.
Verona shudders as well, and Pablo softly shushes her, kissing her as his own hands roam.
“Rosa… Fuck. What are you doing, cuore mio?”
“What I need to,” I whisper, dragging my tongue up his jaw line. His skin tastes like salt from sweating and the sweetness of peaches and caramel.
“What does that…oh god.” I can be very distracting when I need to be, and Nico gasps as I suck on the pulse of his throat.
His hands continue to explore, and I moan as his index finger pushes its way between my pussy lips. Slick meets his touch as he runs his fingers slowly through it, and I stop overthinking it. I enjoy his touch, I know he can be a good husband with a little motivation.
Forever is as good as any.
My teeth sink into his throat and his finger slips further to tease at my entrance as he does this raspy whimper filled with pain and arousal that is so goddamned sexy. My hips push forward, begging for more, and my husband and mate’s fingers push their way into my wet pussy.
The bond snaps into place hard between us, and Nico sobs as I’m overrun with both his emotions and mine. There’s no way a half-bond is going to fix his bond sickness, and there’s a chance we’ll need to be attached at the hip more. I’m not sure how it’ll all work, but we’ll figure it out.
Lifting my head, I pant as he teases me without meaning to. My pussy is a fidget toy, and he’s rocking his fingers inside of me as he lays on the bed, panting heavily.
“Rosa…”
“You’re mine now.” Blinking rapidly to keep my tears from blurring his face, I whimper as I try to move. Instead, I find myself locked into place better than any knot could. “Make it official and bite me, pretty boy.”
“Ugh, don’t call him that,” Verona mutters. “His ego is big enough as it is.”
“Very funny,” Nico says, rolling his eyes. “My hands… seem to have a mind of their own, Rosa.”
“Good. Maybe now that you’re aware, you’ll actually finger fuck me like a good husband,” I whine. “You’re barely moving—”
I squeal as he flips us so I’m below him, and he sinks his fingers deeper inside of me, rolling them up perfectly.
“Yes, please, Nico.”
“I have a thing about Rosa begging, mi amor,” Pablo grumbles.
“You hate it, huh, tesoro?”
“Fucking despise it,” Pablo agrees. “Our pretty little omega gets orgasms. You can edge me all day long.”
“Seems fair,” Nico says, kissing me as he adds his thumb to the party. He finds my clit as if he’s always been pleasing women, and I feel a surge of jealousy, despite how crazy that is. “Rosa, you’re the only pussy my fingers have ever been inside. Relax and let me make you come.”
Wiggling, I pull my shirt off, giving him more to work with.
“How did you know?” I ask, blushing.
Nico purrs as he looks down at me, dropping to kiss anywhere my blush touches my skin.
“I can almost hear your thoughts,” he admits. “You were practically projecting that emotion. Are you sure you want to complete the bond?”
A third finger pushes into my cunt and my head drops back as I moan.
“Yes. I don’t think…Nico, please!”
There are so many things I want to tell him. I want to insist that he finish the bond because this surge of health probably won’t last without it. However, words are becoming increasingly difficult as he plays with my pussy.
“I want your cream all over my face, wife. Can I have that? I know I’m only feeling better because the bond is forming. I want to enjoy you while I can and I have to go back home.”
“Home…Nico,” I whine, trembling as I get closer to my release. “You’re not going home. Ahh!”
“I think what Rosa is trying to tell you is that you’re sleeping in a cuddle pile with us,” Verona says. “Pablo, you’re about to be on my shit list. I’m not someone you tease.”
Chuckling, Pablo buries his face in her hair. “I want to eat you out. Are you good with that?”
“Fuck yes.”
Nico shakes his head in amusement as Pablo shifts and pulls her underneath himself.
“My life is very odd lately,” he says. His lips find mine again, before he pulls away and bites down on where my neck meets my shoulder, timing his bite with my orgasm.
He ensures people will always see I’m claimed, and I have to admit I’m happy he’s so possessive.
My nails rake over his back as I come with a scream, my entire body feeling as if it exploded before coming back together.
I can feel Verona’s pleasure now that Pablo has stripped her out of her sleep shorts and has his face firmly planted in her pussy, and Nico’s happiness as he kisses his bite mark.
“Are you okay?” he asks, pulling his fingers from my pussy to lick them. “Ohmygod…”
The mumble is muffled as he sucks until he’s chased all of my cream with his tongue, and he gives me a boyish grin as he pulls his fingers from his mouth.
“I’m waiting for round two,” I say breathlessly.
“Certo, mia moglie.”
I can barely process how big this all is before he’s moving down my body, kissing and sucking until his mouth covers my pussy.
Vero gasps, reaching for my hand, and I hold hers tightly as Nico begins to torture my clit.
He possesses me with his mouth and fingers, his green eyes now rimmed with a chocolate circle.
It’s a loud sign for anyone looking that he has two omegas.
The line is drawn in the sand in front of our enemies that Nico and I have chosen each other, and our pack is not to be fucked with.
Nico’s appreciative groan is loud as my slick coats his tongue, and he moves so his thumb can perfectly rub my clit as he shoves his tongue into my cunt.
“Pablo. Don’t stop, yes. God, you’re such a good boy. I’m close.”
I can feel her orgasm already cresting, and know she’s going to push me over the edge again. The bond is insane.
Nico shudders as he grinds his pelvis into the bed, and I want to watch him fist his cock.
“I want to see,” I moan. “Nico, make yourself come.”
“Oh. Yes. Me too,” Vero gasps. “Show and tell with an orgasm.”
Nico huffs out a laugh, shucking his pants down until his cock bobs out.
“Show and tell it is. There’s no reason not to,” he says.
Pablo follows suit, his eyes rolling back as he squeezes the tip of his cock hard to keep from coming yet. There’s already slick sliding down his shaft, and the crown is red and angry.
“Pablo is used to being edged,” Nico chuckles. “I think I once teased him for six hours before I finally let him come. He was sensory deprived, and well hydrated, but I wouldn’t let him come.”
“God, you’re so mean,” Vero whimpers.
“I like it,” Pablo grins sheepishly, his free hand lifting her ass so he can return to his meal.
Nico smirks as he drags his tongue over my overheated, puffy lower lips, enjoying the way I twitch. Since I have free will, I choose to use it, grabbing his hair and dragging him back to make me come. I’m not as sweet and gentle as Pablo, and I don’t enjoy being edged.
Just fucking give me your tongue and put it to good use!
“Yes, ma’am,” Nico mumbles, adjusting his fingers so he can fuck me with them. I've realized over the last couple of days that I enjoy having something to clench around when I come. “I can feel you screaming at me through the bond. You’re going to be so much fun, Rosa.”
I can’t respond as he begins to suck, bite, and lick my pussy, making me writhe and moan.
It doesn’t take long for him to throw me over the edge of orgasm, and Vero comes at the same time.
Pablo and Nico thrust into their hands, twisting and squeezing their cocks until they’re shooting ropes of cum onto the sheets.
I twitch and gasp in the aftershocks for longer than I ever have, rocked by Nico’s explosive orgasm.
My lashes graze my skin as I begin to fall asleep, and Pablo and Nico get up from the bed, leading me to pout.
“Rude,” I mutter.
“Very. I’m so sleepy,” Vero says, moving toward me until she’s cuddling me. Without the heat of Nico’s body, I feel chilled.
“We didn’t leave for long,” Nico chuckles. “I’m cleaning you up so you’re not uncomfortable later. Open your legs.”
“Slick is sticky,” I mumble agreeably, doing as he asks.
“And you’re adorable.” Nico drags a rag over me, holding me open to clean up my cum, while Pablo does the same for Vero. “I want to be on the end. Scoot over, please.”
“So polite.” Verona yawns as she pulls me into the middle of the bed, and Pablo and Nico get under the covers so they can cuddle.
“I know we have a lot to talk about,” Nico says, kissing my shoulder as he wraps his arms around my body.
“I think we can take it as it comes,” I retort. “All we’ve done before this is make this complicated, Nico.”
“So you don’t want a divorce, wife?”
“I like it when you call me ‘wife’ too much to let you divorce me,” I sigh. “Now hush. Let me sleep while I’m tired.”
“Yes, wife. Good night.”
Sighing happily, I let myself drift off. Our problems will still be there when we wake up, they shouldn’t hurt our sleep.