Chapter 27
Chapter
Twenty-Seven
VES
This could not be happening at a worse time.
I clutch my stomach and growl as I unlock the hotel room door, breathing heavily through the cramp that rolls through the entire lower half of my body.
I didn’t think to have the heat conversation with Arlo let alone our alphas, and normally I wouldn’t be that miffed by something dictated by genetics and designation.
It’s out of everyone’s control, mostly, anyway.
It’s one of the few things in life I just roll with, I don’t get pissed about because what’s the point?
But I’ve also actively avoided going into heat for almost the entirety of my adult life, thanks to some of the privileges that come along with going to college, working in law enforcement, and being a single parent.
I haven’t had to worry about going into heat since I was a teenager and considering that came as a fucking surprise, guess what your designation is motherfucker at a family reunion, I was pretty on top of making sure it wasn’t something I’d ever have to think about until I was good and ready.
At least, I was on top of it until now.
I stumble into the room, the scents of my pack so fucking strong it has slick soaking my slacks as I immediately start to strip.
I should have asked Arlo if he needed a prescription. I should have found out how he was getting by before this and made sure he wasn’t going to have to worry moving forward.
That’s on me.
He had to be miserable when his heat hit.
Thank god he was with Lennox and Baron.
I’m sure they’re taking care of him. I know they are, I can smell it.
I kick my shoes off as I push my pants down my thighs, every inch of my skin on fire as the fabric practically scrapes against it.
I honestly can’t remember the last time I took a suppressant.
This case, The Orphan and his bullshit, all of my extracurricular activities, making sure Cali is safe and cared for all while navigating a new pack.
Everything has been piling up and it makes sense that I forgot to take my meds at some point.
The problem is, I don’t know when that was and for all I know, it’s been weeks.
I’m just lucky this didn’t happen while I was in the field or somewhere even more inconvenient.
Not that driving back here with a raging hard-on and boxer-briefs full of slick was convenient, but things definitely could have been worse.
Bracing myself against the wall, I take a few deep breaths and try to count through the pain. The closer I get to the bedroom, the harder that is.
I can smell my alphas, smell my sweet omega. I can smell their cum and it’s only making my pain worse.
So much fucking worse.
I need to be stuffed full of cock and covered in alpha cum, and I need it quickly.
Fuck, we don’t even have a nest for this.
I’m not sure Arlo has ever had one, and mine back at home is hardly what anyone would call a proper nest for an omega.
Then again, I’m not exactly a proper omega.
My parents were convinced I was going to be an alpha, as a matter of fact. I’ve always been big, and I’ve always had the same sunshine and roses disposition everyone loves about me.
Basically I’ve always been a huge dickhead and my family was pretty shocked when we discovered I wasn’t an alpha. Not disappointed, my mother might have been thrilled about it, but shocked all the same.
To say I haven’t done things the same as the other omegas I know well enough to discuss things like this with, like my sister and Marley, would be a huge understatement.
But right now, I wish we’d started making some sort of nest here at the hotel. For Arlo, at least.
And not just because we’d inevitably have to deal with one of us, or in this case, both of us going into heat.
Thank god Cali is with my parents.
We need to prepare better in the future.
Which would be easier to do if I weren’t currently scheduled to be traveling all over fucking creation and living out of hotel rooms, but after this, I think a conversation is warranted.
“Ves, Jesus.”
I look up as I try moving to the doorway, my legs nearly giving out as Baron comes rushing toward me.
“You look rough, sweetheart.”
I scowl as he lifts my arm and drapes it over his shoulders. “Fuck off. Better yet, fuck me.”
“I plan to,” he says with a grin. A grin that falls the second I do, my knees buckling before I go down to the floor. “I guess here works.”
I don’t even hesitate, I just reposition on my hands and knees, sticking my needy, slicking ass in the air with a whine as Baron gets on the floor behind me.
God, I hate being so vulnerable.
I know these men love me, I know I’m safe and I’ll be taken care of, but I can’t stand feeling so out of control.
All I can think about is getting fucked and covered in cum, and the only one of my senses that seems to be functioning is my sense of smell. Everything else is blurry, it’s all white noise.
Now would be the perfect time for someone to come murder me but frankly, I don’t give a shit. As long as there’s an alpha knot deep in me, painting me in delicious cum, some psycho could come barging in here wielding a chainsaw and I wouldn’t bat an eye.
I fucking dare them.
It would be one hell of a way to go.
“Fuck,” I hiss as Baron grabs my hip with one hand and uses the other to shove his cock in my ass. The relief is instant but short lived, though, and I whimper.
“I’ve got you,” he whispers in my ear before he nips at it. “I’m going to take care of you, Ves. We’re going to make your pain go away.”
I just nod as he pulls me upright, planting my hands against the wall as he starts to thrust hard, pumping his hips forcefully as one of his hands comes around and grips my dick at the base.
Baron works my cock at the same pace he fucks me, squeezing where I need him to, stroking at the exact speed I like and before I know it, I’m crying out his name and shooting my release all over the wall.
“Holy fuck,” he grunts against my neck as he slams into me, his knot slipping through my slick with ease before it swells, holding him in place as he starts to come. “Goddamnit, Ves. I, fuck, I need to—”
“If you don’t, I’ll turn around and knock your ass out.”
He chuckles as he sinks his teeth into my neck, piercing the flesh and sending another hot shock of pleasure through me.
My orgasm hits a new high and I feel him bite down harder, feel one of his hands slide back toward my ass, cupping where we’re joined before he glides his cum-filled palm over my skin.
Baron does it again, catching his release and coating as much of my skin as possible while he knots me, collecting as much as he can when he pulls out then massaging it up my back and shoulders.
“We need to get you into the bedroom.”
I nod and grimace as another cramp rolls through me. “Please.”
My alpha’s knot releases me quickly, telling me he’ll be able to keep up with me.
I need to be fucked as much as possible and very often.
He turns me to face him, pressing my back against the wall but before either of us can stand, Baron hooks one of my legs over his hip, lines up and slams home again, sinking himself inside of me almost to the root.
“Yes,” I groan as he starts fucking me through the pain. “Yes, alpha.”
Baron growls as he slams his lips against mine, his kiss hungry and demanding as I wrap my arms around his neck and hang on for dear life.
“So good,” I mumble against his lips before moving to his shoulder, nuzzling his smooth, tattooed skin, biting the fuck out of him without warning or hesitation because it feels fucking right.
Baron explodes the second his blood fills my mouth, my alpha fucking me up the wall fast and hard, his knot maxed out and stuck despite the way he’s rutting my ass.
My orgasm tears through me in a muffled scream, forcing me to let go of his flesh so I can yell out his name, my back bowing and eyes rolling up in my head as his never ending climax fills me so full I can feel it spilling out of me. His knot is no match for the force of his cum.
We breathe heavily, our chests pumping in the same rhythm as my orgasm subsides.
My body still aches and I know it’s only a matter of seconds before the next wave of my heat spikes, but the relief my alpha is bringing, the peace he’s giving me, though fleeting, it has something inside me softening in a way I wasn’t sure I was capable of.
Fuck, if this is what it’s going to be like going into heat while being a part of a pack, I hope I have one every goddamn week.
Three days later
BARON
I lift one of Ves’ waves with one hand, one of Arlo’s curls in the other, my eyes shifting between them as I grin.
“You know, even when you’re happy, you’re still kind of creepy.”
I roll my eyes as my head lolls toward Lennox. “It would creep you out even more if I wasn’t creeping you out right now.”
He shrugs and snuggles closer. “True.”
“Look,” Ves grunts against my chest. “I love you, all three of you, and I’m tickled fucking pink we’re all bonded, but if you don’t shut up and let me get some sleep after the way the last few days played out, I’m going to go check into a room all by myself.”
“Liar,” Arlo says with a giggle, wiggling around until he’s somehow closer to all three of us in this position. “You couldn’t leave us even if you wanted to.”
“Also true.” Lennox throws one of his legs over Arlo’s and rests his bare foot just under Ves’ equally bare ass before giving it a nudge. “But I do love the grumpy afterglow. I’d hate to think getting through your heat and bonding with your pack would remove the stick from this.”
“I took it out before Baron stuck his dick in there. Haven’t put it back yet. Would love to smack you around with it a little bit.”
Lennox barks out a laugh as I chuckle. “So, this is as relaxed as you’re going to get?”
Ves nods against me and lets out a slow, satisfied sigh. “For now.”
I’ll take it.
Laying in this big ass bed with Arlo and Ves sandwiched between Lennox and I, the four of us naked, touching and close while basking in the post-heat glow, it’s pretty fucking great.
Even if none of it seemed to change our silver fox omega’s overall mood in the slightest.
I mean, it has.
In ways that aren’t obvious, anyway. Ways we probably wouldn’t know if we couldn’t feel them.
He’s different, we all are, but it’s nice to know none of us have done some insane one eighty in the personality department.
I didn’t think that’s what happened when you bonded with your scent matches, but the validation is nice.
Ves’ cellphone rings for the hundredth time, and we all groan.
It’s not Calista.
She has her own ringtone, as does everyone else in his family, so we know it isn’t her trying to reach us, but that means it’s probably his dickhead boss blowing him up despite the fact that Ves managed to fire off an email to use his allotted time off for this shit.
“Serial killers don’t take time off for anything,” our omega mumbles as he tightens his arms around Arlo and I. “Butler is going to have a fucking aneurysm if I don’t get back to him soon.”
“Let him,” Lennox growls. “That guy seems like a real bastard. Let him stew in his own bullshit for a while longer.”
“I’d love nothing more, but I can’t.”
But Ves doesn’t move.
Instead, he burrows deeper into us and I can’t help but smile.
Calista didn’t need to be here for this, and it’s a good thing she wasn’t considering how intense this has been, but having her here would make things perfect.
A perfect little pack, a happy little family.
It would be nice for all of us to be together, to go out and celebrate or some shit.
I’m not sure that’s a thing, though. Celebrating your first heat as a pack.
A double heat at that. But it brought us all together, it solidified us as a real, bonded pack, and that’s important.
“We can celebrate when Cali gets back.”
I smirk as I look at Lennox again. “Good plan.”
“It is. Glad we both thought of it.”
“Please,” Ves whines, albeit muffled. “Just a nap. A short nap before that bastard sends someone to pick me up.”
“Would he do that?” Arlo asks as he turns his head toward our omega. “He’d send someone out here?”
“Without hesitation. I figure I have two hours tops before he gets ballsy enough.”
“Which means you get an hour and a half of silence, starting now.”
I close my eyes and smile, a sense of calm falling over the four of us, a level of contentment filling the room and blanketing us.
I hope this lasts.
These feelings, this calm.
I hope this is the driving force that keeps our pack strong, but I have a feeling fate has other plans for us.
I won’t think about that now.
I’ll try not to, anyway.
Right now I’m going to soak up all the positivity and love radiating from our pack, and I’ll bank it for later so I can look back on it with fondness when shit hits the fan.
I know better than anyone how short lived happiness can be, and something is telling me, ours is going to be extremely short.
Incredible, but short.