Chapter 12 Jett #2
“Are you saying you’ve been tested, Omega?
” he asks, placing his hand on her forehead, most likely gauging if she’s overheated.
She is, and that’s because she needs a knot.
Her hands now resting on my waist feel like a furnace, and her pussy is hot with need.
We can all smell her arousal as much as I feel it every time she pushes her hips up into me.
She bites the inside of her cheek and nods.
“We have been too,” he assures her.
Iris exhales a breath and squeezes her eyes shut, most likely due to the pain of a cramp. Wilder has pulled his hand away and I’m able to cup her cheek, forcing her to look at me.
“I’m going to undress you now, Omega. Then the others are going to watch while I fuck you, knot you, and make you feel so good. Any objections?”
“No, Alpha. I want you. Need you.”
A low, pleasing growl builds in my chest. I check in with my pack once more to make sure they know not to interfere with me. I don’t mind sharing, but I don’t want to share her right now. My Alpha needs this to be his time with his Omega.
Mateo’s joined us on the bed, sitting next to Augie, his hand kneading the back of his mate's neck in the way he likes to do. There’s hunger in both their eyes, but approval and permission as well. Not as if I need it, but I do want it.
I find Wilder’s next. We spoke briefly while we waited for Iris to arrive and got the nest ready.
Most of the discussion was about the film.
We called our assistants and explained the situation, that we’d be delayed at least a week and would deal with the rest later.
The time we spent speaking about Iris was us agreeing that she was the most important person in our lives now, and we’d do everything we could to show her how well we can take care of her during her most vulnerable time.
After that, we’ll continue to show her what kind of Alphas and pack we could be for her.
That we want to be her everything like she so clearly already is for us.
My Prime, my director, and more importantly, my best friend, dips his chin with approval. He looks back down at Iris with the kind of devotion he has with everything he cares about in his life, yet somehow deeper.
“Iris,” he commands so she looks at him instead of me. “Is there anything you don’t want to happen here?”
“Bite,” she barely gets out, like it hurts to say it. Probably because her Omega wants to be claimed by her mates. And while there’s a twinge of disappointment, I understand why. We need more than our scent match and a sudden heat to make that commitment. Even if I know we all want it.
“You have our word that we won’t bite you,” Wilder answers.
The rest of us speak out our mutual agreement and with that he shifts back on the bed a bit to give me and Iris more room, the movement my green light to continue with my promise.
Renewed heat builds throughout my body and my canines ache.
I remind my Alpha that it's not on the menu, but everything else is.
With everything in place now and the words we need spoken out in the air, I peel myself away from Iris to get a good look at her.
Her eyes find mine as I drop my hands to the button of her jeans and slowly undo it, followed by the zipper.
She pants in anticipation, eyes glazing over as her Omega comes back out to play.
My Alpha perks up, his chant of “Mine, mine, mine! Claim, claim, claim!” building in my mind until it’s nearly all I hear.
I remove her shoes and strip the fabric that had grown wet with slick from her body, her thick thighs trembling with need and damp with arousal.
I groan alongside my packmates when I discover her naked pussy.
I have no doubt that her underwear is in either Mateo or Augie's pocket.
Not that I can blame them, I would have done the same.
“Beautiful,” I say loud enough that she can hear me.
Our Omega’s scent fills the air at my praise, and a fresh gush of slick leaks from her plump pussy that’s covered in perfectly trimmed dark hair, shiny and soaked by her arousal.
I drop her jeans on the ground and wrap my palms around her ankles, tugging her forward so her legs are splayed open and knees are bent over the curved edge of the bed.
She squeals at the sudden shift but doesn’t struggle or try to cover herself up.
This new angle spreads her pussy lips, more slick producing in preparation for what I promised her I’d do.
“Wilder, help an Alpha out and remove our Omega’s shirt while I pet her pretty clit and make her come before she chokes my knot.”
“I thought we were watching.” Wilder grins.
“If you don’t do it, compa, I will,” Mateo adds, his voice playful, yet edged with warning that he’ll take over if needed.
The threat spurs Wilder into action and he moves so he can look into Iris’s eyes. He trails a finger down the column of her neck, right over her scent gland. She gushes more slick, wetting the purple sheets beneath her and turning them a darker color.
I love it. The more we saturate her nest with the scent of her and us, the better. By the end of her heat we’ll be glad we paid more money for the mattress with the waterproof cover and the extra sets of linens that sit in the closet on the other side of the room.
Once this heat wave finally passes, maybe she’ll be lucid enough for a short tour.
I think she’ll love the nest we made for her; the colors already suit her.
It’s like we knew all along she’d end up here, her dark hair and pale skin striking against the plum-painted walls and deep shadows of the room.
There are no windows in this suite. The lights are dim, and a canopy draped over the bed is laced with fairy lights that cast a soft golden glow across the sheets and her body.
Just enough to see her, not enough to sting our Omega’s sensitive eyes while she’s in estrous.
Wilder keeps Iris distracted, his fingers teasing the hem of her shirt near her lower belly.
I’m grateful for it so I can give my attention back to her needy pussy.
I knee her legs apart further with my own, giving me enough space to tease her.
I press my thumb against her straining clit, and she bucks upward on the bed.
Our packs soothing purrs provide a symphony of comfort, even Augie making a low humming sound that balances out the deeper nature of our Alpha purrs.
Iris whines. “Please, Alpha. Don’t tease me.”
“I’m not, star. I just need to make sure you’re ready to take my knot.”
She pouts, bottom lip sticking out. It’s fucking adorable, and I want to take that lip into my mouth and bite it.
“I swear I’m ready! Please, Alpha.”
I rub slightly faster circles over her sensitive bud. She’s not far from coming, and that’s all I want her to do before I give her what we both need.
I slide my other hand up her thigh while Wilder removes her shirt, her heavy tits spilling over the cups of the white bra. All our eyes are on the almost naked and squirming Omega, skin flushed pink with desire, belly perfectly soft, decorated in light stretch marks I want to lick.
“Bra too, Wilder.”
My order comes out as more of a bark, not that it has an effect on my Prime. He holds back a laugh at my slip up, but follows it, not angry at me for using it. He knows my control is waning, and my Alpha wants what our Omega wants.
I dip my fingers into her pussy. Her inner muscles clench down on my two fingers and I insert a third, moving around in circles timed with my thumb on her clit to stretch her hole wide for me.
She moans and wriggles, on the brink of the release I want from her.
Wilder manages to get her out of her bra, breasts freeing from their confines.
They’re big and round, nipples tight and dark pink, begging to be sucked.
Mateo swears under his breath and Augie groans.
Wilder eyes me, and the bastard teases his thumb over one of the pert buds.
Iris gasps, chest arching for more. I growl at him for touching, but all he does is snicker.
That was his way of paying me back for attempting to use a bark on him.
“More, Alpha. Please!” Iris cries, shifting on the bed to try and get more pressure on her clit.
I give her what she wants, pressing my fingers down and thrusting them deeper into her heat. “You going to come for me, my star?”
She moans, nodding her head frantically. Her pussy flutters, trying to suck my hand all the way. It’s hot, and the squelching sounds her pussy makes are erotic.
“Do it, Omega. Come for me.” My voice is laced with my bark once more but I don’t need it. Her chest arches off the bed and her hips thrust forward. Her thighs tremble as her inner muscles clamp down on my fingers, trying to take what they can’t provide her.
I remove my slick-soaked fingers, her hooded eyes on mine as I lick them clean, cock jerking as I taste her. It’s like the best strawberry I’ve ever eaten, but even better than that. It’s sunshine on my tongue, or the high I get from catching a difficult wave.
I know from this moment on I’m addicted to her. If she wasn’t in heat I’d feast on her day and night, allow her to provide me sustenance. Fuck acting, fuck our business, I’ll live between her legs and be her servant for the rest of time.
“Alpha.” She stretches out for me, eyes hooded and glazed over. I knew it already, but she’s fully in heat now. Lost to her hormones and the comfort of being surrounded by pack. The orgasm I just gave her did nothing to take the edge off, and now it’s time for her to take my knot.
I shuck off my pants and briefs, my hard cock bobbing free. I fist my searing shaft, hissing at the rough feel of my own hand. Iris licks her lips and moans as she takes all of me in. My vision blackens at the edges, heat rising from my toes to my head.
“Mine,” I grunt.
“Jett,” Wilder warns. “Stay in control.”