Teddy
It takes us an hour before Fury can finally untangle himself from our Omega.
We manage to get them in the dented ATV, buckled in as best as we can, and cover them with one of the old horse rugs that was in the back.
But there’s hay in it, and I can see Skye scowling and clawing at her skin as the itchiness and prickling stems catch her.
She’s almost completely non-verbal now, our usually vocal Omega reduced to growls, chirps, and occasionally whining for a knot.
I had thought that only Alphas are really affected by an Omega in heat, but by the goddess was I wrong, my cock is tenting my jeans so hard I’m gonna have the imprint of my zipper pressed against the head, and Clays hand drifting across the seat to cup my bulge as he drives is almost enough to make me come all over myself.
When we pull up to the ranch house, all our mouths drop as Fury hands control over to Lucas, who’s gritting his teeth and snatching our girl away already.
Sliding out of his seat, he carries her towards the door, barking back orders.
“Everyone in the shower, I’m going to clean our Omega…
Don’t need dirt getting into awkward places, huh, amorzhino?
Can someone get wet wipes or cloths for cleaning her up between rounds, and something sweet too?
We’ll need to tempt her to the bathroom after knots.
Omegas are pretty resistant to UTIs,” He grimaces, looking down at the vixen in his arms, whining and reaching for his crotch, “But I really don’t fancy trying to get antibiotics in her whilst she’s in heat.
Atlas, stock the mini fridge, Clay, fresh bed sheets…
Theo, you’re gonna be the most important man here when we all lose our heads to rut, okay? Can’t do this without you.”
It warms right to my heart that he’s making sure I know it.
I can see Lucas now as a Cardinal, tough, but so caring and loyal to his pack mates, and I hope he can be like that around us with the help of our little Omega.
I’m hobbling to the door a little behind everyone when my own Prince Charming swoops me up.
Clay smiles at me when I lean up to kiss his cheek.
He knows I hate being carried around, but we’re all getting a little desperate to get to the nest. So I can’t really complain, not when I’m as rock hard to be inside of her as everyone else is.
“Will you bond me again?” I murmur to Clay, tucking myself against him as he adjusts his grip beneath the metal of my leg. I swear for a second that he stumbles, then stops dead on the stairs to gape down at me, eyes wide.
“You want my bond again? You want to be mine again?” He licks his lips, eying my neck with a hunger I rarely see on him, past his controlled exterior.
Though just behind it, the anxiety eats at him, “You’re sure?
You’ll be stuck to me forever this time.
No more losing limbs to get away from me.
” His lips find the sensitive patch behind my ear and nip as he continues up the stairs, following the rest of them.
We only stop briefly to grab sheets—or more so, I grab the sheets whilst he totally refuses to put me down.
I pull out two soft cotton sets, neatly folded and tucked into their pillowcases, before we resume our journey up to the suite, where our Omega is spread out across her purple sheets already.
Lucas is behind her, his body pillowing hers with his fingers cupping her breasts, rolling her nipples until they’re deep pink and pebbled.
Fury is at her side, lapping at the fresh wound still over her shoulder, his other hand clasped possessively over her belly, fingers curving into the softness.
And then, of course, between her legs, Atlas is eating her out like he’d die without it.
I can see the canines peeking from his mouth, his tongue thicker and longer as he laps at her hole, trying desperately to scoop every drop of her slick.
None of the others turn to us when we enter, though Lucas gives us a salacious smirk, gesturing us over with a head tilt since Fury is completely enamored with his claiming mark.
Skye looks like she’s in heaven, her head back against Lucas’ dark chest, eyes shut, and mouth open to let her little whimpering pants escape.
Clawing her fingers through the longer locks on top of Atlas’s head, he growls and slips two thick fingers into her.
My cock jerks at the wet, slicking sounds when his arm works her alongside his mouth.
“Fury’s gonna be out for a while, all those feel-good hormones from bonding are… Something else.” Lucas groans as she presses back into him.
Ignoring the comment, I frown at the filth covering them and the bed… And the plush carpets as well, “I thought you were going to get clean.”
Lucas shakes his head, “She had another heavy spike, so we’re gonna get her another bond, then see if we can get her in to clean off.”
I nod, grimacing at the filth that's collected on the sheets already, although thank the small miracles that at least none of them came in here in wolf form. Who knew that fur seemed to hide three times the amount of dirt, and honestly, the thought of rolling around in slick and fur for the next few days is… Not appealing. Clay grunts and drops me, making sure I’m balanced before letting me go.
Atlas clicks his fingers to catch our attention, pointing to the small unit next to the giant circular bed, and I reach out to pull the top drawer, finding a mixture of lube, toys…
is that a cock ring? There’s rope—Clay—and some other bits.
Another click catches me, and Atty points down, so I shut the drawer and open the one below it, finding a couple of those folding walking sticks, snorting when I only get a thumbs up from my pack mate as he continues to make a meal of our girl, followed by a flush of love for them all.
I don’t know who thought it would be a good idea to keep spare sticks for me, but I’d probably have let a tear slip if it wouldn’t be too weird to cry in a room full of horny pheromones and boners.
Crying out as an orgasm washes over her, Skye damn near rips out Atty’s hair as she pulls on him, desperate to have him sink into her.
Clay’s next to me, stripping off and tossing his clothes in the hamper at the corner of the room, his cock jutting out, red and flushed and angry looking with a thick rivulet of pre-cum dribbling down the veins.
Fuck, that’s hot. Noticing me staring, his lips twitch and his hand circles the girthy length, giving himself a few neat, controlled strokes.
From the bed comes a low groan, and it turns our heads in time to see Atlas lifting one of our Omegas’ thick thighs and slinging it over his shoulder, mouthing at the bend of her knee and drawing more pleased sounds from her whilst he fists the base of his cock and drags the blunt head through the wetness.
Collective breaths hold, and we’re all taken as her pretty little pink pussy swallows up the biggest cock in the pack, her lower lips parting obscenely around him until he’s nestled in the apex of her hips, her other leg slung loosely over his hip.
Stillness takes Atlas for a second, and I can see from his face that he’s probably reciting the rules of axe-throwing at the center to not blow his load, especially given how swollen his knot is.
Goddess, will he even fit that monster inside of her?
Shaking the sight away, I turn back to Clay, who is open-mouthed panting as his hand speeds up, then clenches tightly below his tip, audibly grinding his teeth as he edges himself.
Reaching out to him, he catches my wrist with his other hand, half-lidded eyes traveling to my own throbbing bulge.
“Not yet, once Atlas is done and she’s been cleaned up, we’ll take her together, and I’ll bond you both.
” A jolt of excitement shoots through me, and I smile up at him, buzzing with the tension, the anticipation.
I’ve never felt unwelcome in the pack; on the contrary, I’ve been an important part here, not just for my home being our pack's home now, or for my housekeeping, but it’s a fear of any Beta that they might be replaceable.
It’s an anxiety that's so unfounded. Clay loves me—he’s told me enough—and the other guys have all shown it in their own ways, but knowing that I’ll be bonded too, it’s everything I never knew I wanted.
The sounds in the room step up, a constant symphony of growls and cries with every slap of Atlas’s hips against Skye, a loud rumbling purr from Lucas’s chest, and Fury is humming with pleasure beside her, the echoes of her own rippling through him.
I have to palm myself through my jeans to stifle the need as I watch my pack mates struggling to control themselves, then, with an unhinged roar, Atlas shoves her up the bed with four powerful pulses of his ass, pushing into her as his knot pops and swells fully.
They’re locked together as he sinks his teeth into the meat of her thigh, just above her knee.
He freezes for a second, then releases a long breath, his entire body sagging over her, releasing her leg to fall back to the bed as she gasps beneath him, wrapping her arms up over his neck and whispering in his ear.
Massive shoulders dropping, he nuzzles against her throat, smearing blood and mud across the unmarked side of her neck, her small hands combing through his hair and tracing her nails down his back, pulling goose flesh across the expanse and raising bumps across his tattooed flesh.
They’re a sight to behold. He’s so much bigger than she is, swallowing up her body beneath his, only her mahogany waves peeking out, and her arms around him, it’s almost comical.
Then Lucas breaks the illusion for us, clapping his hands sharply, “C’mon, she needs to shower before it takes her again.”