Chapter 18 Noah
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
NOAH
Johan’s soft snores cause my lips to curl.
When Laz didn’t come back, Johan tried to go hunt him down.
I provided an alternative activity.
Or rather, I forced him to stay.
Then fucked him until he passed out.
He’s going to be pissed when he wakes up, covered in our cum. Johan always wants to shower after we play, then changes the sheets before going to bed.
Sometimes I fuck him again just to infuriate him.
Because the process starts all over and he eventually runs out of clean bedding.
But tonight, he was so exhausted by my antics that he didn’t even try to shower.
Which means he’s saturated in our joint fluids, something I play with now as I massage the substance into his skin. It’s my way of marking him.
And defying Laz.
He told me to clean Johan up.
I made him dirtier instead.
Chuckling, I lean down to kiss his shoulder, then suck on his neck, curious whether I can rouse him into another round.
He swats at me instead, then goes back to his snore fest.
I heave a loud sigh. “Lightweight.” It’s not true. He gives as good as he gets. But I like to goad him anyway. “I guess a nap works. But I’m going to wake up hard and expect you to suck me off. You’ve been warned.”
My lashes flutter, my eyes closing.
Only for a picture of Aurora on her knees to flood my vision.
Mmm. Or maybe she can suck me off instead…
Fuck, our little pet was absolute perfection beneath Johan, cradling him while I used him.
I loved that.
But then she ran.
Why? I wonder, my mind playing through the sequence of events. Wait, I didn’t scare her… did I?
That thought has my eyes opening again, my lips curling down.
“No, that’s not… that’s not okay.” I roll off the bed and go look for a pair of Johan’s boxers. We’re roughly the same size, so they fit.
It also adds to the list of things he can be annoyed about when he wakes up. Because he hates when I borrow his shit.
“Be back in a bit,” I promise his sleeping form. “Got an omega to hunt down.”
Johan knows I would never hurt her. Hell, he knows I would never hurt him, either. Even when lost to a blood rage.
It was Laz’s idea that I go work it off before coming up to the residential quarters.
Yeah, that lasted all of fifteen minutes before I got bored and went searching for a better outlet.
When I found Aurora tucked in between Laz and Johan, I nearly growled with victory. But then it became clear that she wasn’t there to play.
Which sucked.
But I liked Laz’s idea to show her what she’s missing. Or teach her. Or whatever the fuck he suggested. I just know I liked it.
At least until she left.
That… sucked again. Especially seeing Johan’s concern.
I didn’t understand his worry at the time, but now that I’m feeling more like myself, I get it. She practically ran from the room.
Was she hurt? I frown.
That would explain Laz not returning. But wouldn’t he have come to get us?
Or maybe he thought I wasn’t in the right frame of mind to help.
My eyes roll heavenward.
He seems to think I’m a psychotic killer when on a blood rage.
I mean, he’s not wrong. But I can rein it in when I need to.
Like for our pet.
I can be gentle for her. I tried to show her that by demonstrating on Johan, but the fucker got all pissy with me about it.
So I railed him in response. Mostly raw. Because that’s the way I like to fuck.
Aurora, though, I’ll prepare better. If she wants me to.
That’s why we still need a limits discussion. As my intended bride, I need to know more about her sexual expectations. Her wants. Her needs.
I adjust the boxers on my hips, trying to ease my now-throbbing knot.
Doesn’t matter that I spent several loads on Johan. Just thinking about our luscious omega has me hard and ready all over again.
So let’s see what you’re up to, pretty bee.
I pause outside her door, my hand on the knob.
Her sugary scent is strong. Really strong. Like I just came a thousand times strong.
And it’s mingled with chocolate and cherries.
My lips part. No. He didn’t…
I push through the threshold, prepared to kill Laz. Only to find him curled protectively around our pet in her bed.
His eyes meet mine, his arrogant expression making my hands fist at my sides.
“You got first lick,” I realize out loud, livid.
“Yeah. I did. And it’s fucking divine.” His voice is low, like he’s trying not to disturb the sleeping omega in his arms.
My gaze narrows. “I get first knot.”
“That’s up to her,” he says back to me.
“She’s my fiancée.”
“I don’t recall her agreeing to that.”
I snort and fold my arms over my chest. “Her pussy is gonna say yes. Just wait.”
Laz shakes his head, his lips twisting upward into a smirk. “We’ll see.”
“We will,” I promise.
Then I saunter toward the bed to pull the blankets back.
“What are you doing?” he demands, his voice still a whisper, but that baritone of his is hard to hide.
“Going to bed,” I inform him, sliding in between the sheets. “If you’re allowed to sleep with our omega, then so am I.”
“She didn’t ask you to be here, Noah.” There’s a note of authority in his tone that irks me. “She has to consent.”
“I didn’t say I was going to fuck her while she slept, Laz,” I fire back at him. “I just want to cuddle.”
And if she wakes up in the mood to do more, then I’ll fuck her.
Because I’m going to be the first to knot her cunt.
Since Laz rudely stole my right to first lick.
Okay, maybe it wasn’t my right.
But he’s still a dick for getting there before me.
Johan got to kiss her first, too.
So it’s obviously my turn.
Hopefully, our pet agrees when she wakes up.
“Noah,” Laz starts.
“Fuck off, boss. I’m sleeping,” I tell him, closing my eyes and snuggling as close as I can.
The asshole has his arm around Aurora, his presence like a damn barrier. But I don’t care. I press my chest against his arm and ensure my warmth blankets our omega’s back.
Laz sighs in response. “If she wakes up scared, I’m going to kill you.”
“She has nothing to fear from me,” I vow.
“What the fuck?” Johan demands, his sleep-laden voice sexy as sin and an invitation I almost answer to.
Almost.
But my knot isn’t throbbing for him right now. It’s throbbing for our pet.
“Come nap with us,” I say, inviting him to join.
“I’m covered in your fluids,” he hisses. “And why the fuck are you both in bed with Lark?” He sounds hurt. Like he’s missed out on something.
“Because Laz ate her pussy until she passed out,” I inform him. “Or I assume that’s what happened. Now we’re waiting for her to wake up so I can knot her.”
“That’s not at all accurate,” Laz growls. “Well, the first part is, kind of. The latter half, no.”
The bed dips as Johan joins us, only he doesn’t cuddle like he should. Instead, he reaches over me to inspect Lark. “Is she okay?”
“She’s fine,” Laz returns, sounding irritated. “I took care of her.”
“With her consent?” Johan presses.
“You’re really starting to piss me off,” Laz informs him.
“Then you know how I feel about you on a daily basis,” I interject.
However, I’m ignored as Johan says, “I’m not trying to, Laz. I just want to make sure… she’s okay.”
“She thought she was in heat. She isn’t. Not yet, anyway. She was just really turned on. So I helped her because she asked me to.” Laz glares at Johan. “You, better than anyone, know how I feel about consent.”
I can’t see Johan, but given how Laz is boldly looking over my shoulder, I assume the two of them are staring each other down.
Yawning, I go back to snuggling.
Those two can work their shit out while I get my cuddle on.
“You’re right,” Johan finally says. “I’m sorry. I… I feel protective of her. And it’s making me question things I wouldn’t normally question.”
I grunt at that. “There’s nothing to question. She’s ours. We should probably just start planning the wedding.” My eyes open again. “Oh. I get to say ‘I do’ first. I proposed first. It’s only fair.”
Laz gives me a look like I’ve lost my mind.
Which really pisses me off. “Just because you licked her first, and Johan kissed her first, does not mean she’s not also mine. If I want to marry her first, it’s my right as the only one with enough balls to ask.”
“She hasn’t even said yes, Noah,” Laz reminds me.
“Semantics.” I resume my snuggles. “She’s still mine, too. You’ll see.”
“Don’t look at me,” Johan says, clearly talking to Laz. “If Noah wants to marry her, he will. And I’ll be the best man.”
“No, you’ll be too busy marrying her as well,” I murmur. “Laz should be the priest, though. I’d enjoy that.”
“I’m not going to be the fucking priest.”
“Can you imagine him reading a sermon?” I go on, ignoring Laz’s comment. “It would be some shit about submitting. Then our pet would probably punch him.” I smile at the fantasy unfolding in my head. “Nah, she’d shoot him, I mean. Because I’d give her a gun.”
“She has one on her nightstand,” Laz says conversationally. “Maybe she’ll shoot you when she wakes up and realizes you’ve infiltrated her nest without permission.”
“This bed isn’t her nest yet,” I murmur, yawning again, my eyes still closed. “Which we should fix. She needs supplies. I’ll work on it after I get some sleep.”
Meanwhile, I start a mental list of things we’ll need.
The first item has me angling my head back so I can peek at Johan. “Don’t change your sheets yet. She might want those.”
He glares at me. “You’re going to change them for me.”
I nod. “Yeah, that’s fine. Then I can give them to her as a present.” Makes sense since I’m the one who did all the work to soil them. My lips curl as I return to my omega snuggle. “She’ll love it.”
“I really hope she shoots you,” Laz mutters.
“Likewise, boss.” Then I reach down to fix my boxers—or rather, Johan’s boxers—because my knot is throbbing again. “I’m totally going to fuck her in a pool of your blood, Laz. It’ll be so damn hot.”
He growls something I don’t hear, mostly because I’m no longer listening to him.
I’m too lost to the fantasy of a violent omega forcing him to his knees while pointing her gun at him. She wouldn’t fatally wound him. Just… something superficial. Like that scratch on my arm.
Fucking Bastian.
Such a cheap fucking shot.
I’m glad he’s dead.
His brother is probably next.
Depending on what I dig up on the hit on Johan, anyway.
That’s tomorrow’s task. Along with gathering nest items.
It’s going to be a busy day.
One that I hope ends with my knot inside of Aurora’s sweet, honeyed pussy.
Because yes, fucking please.