Chapter 21 Hayden
twenty-one
Hayden
“You can’t be here.” I feel bad as the words leave my mouth, but having another omega in Jo’s space right now would be asking for disaster.
“I just need to know she’s okay,” Mabel pleads, trying to look around me.
Pulling my shirt hastily to the side to reveal one of the many sets of scratch marks across my chest, I arch a brow.
“Believe me, Mabes, she is not in a state that you will ever be able to forget if you try to see her right now. Plus, you’re an omega, remember?
” I take the bags of groceries from her hands.
“I know you don’t have a scent right now, but she knows you are one. I don’t want to risk anything.”
As tiring as the last three days have been, they’ve been absolutely mind-blowing. Sam came out of his rut this morning, but Jo is still going strong, demanding knots every few hours and getting…aggressive when she doesn’t get what she wants right away.
Which I love.
Mabel winces at the sight of the scratches. “Are you okay?”
“Oh, I’m fucking amazing,” I bark a laugh. “Do you know how many times I’ve—” Stopping, I shake my head. Not appropriate for the little sister. Or any female who isn’t Jo. “Trust me. I’m exactly where I want to be.”
A small smile tilts at her lips as she shakes her head. “Y’all really are perfect for her, you know that?”
“True scent matches have a funny way of doing that.” A scream from upstairs sounds behind me, and Mabel looks panicked for a split second before realization dawns and her face turns beet red.
“I…uh…I’ll let you get…back…to it.” She quickly turns on her heel and nearly sprints down the porch steps.
“Bye!” I wave cheerfully before shutting and locking the door.
I make quick work of unpacking the groceries, eager to get back to my vicious omega. Then I think better of going back to the bedroom empty-handed and put together a quick plate with pita, veggies, and hummus.
Just call me Susie Fucking Homemaker.
As soon as I open the door to the nest, I’m met with the sight of Jo on her hands and knees, taking West’s cock down her throat while Kole rams into her from behind, and Sam on his back, his head underneath her as he lavishes her perfect tits with attention.
Guess that leaves one spot for me.
Absolutely giddy, I drop the plate with the hummus on the nightstand and slide in on the opposite side of Sam, my tongue heading straight for her clit.
It’s hard to not get Kole a little when I’m under her like this, but really, as long as Jo is enjoying herself, I don’t give two and a half fucks where my tongue ends up.
She lets out a guttural groan around West’s dick, and I smile into her pussy, knowing it’s because of me. Jo nearly loses balance, lifting one of her hands and reaching down for my hair, but when her fingers twine in my short strands and pull, I swear I nearly come right then and there.
My hand goes to my dick while I eat her like she’s my last meal, and I’m really, really, tempted to tell West that he can start reading off all my diagnoses now.
However, I refrain, and lucky that I do, because my tongue almost gets caught between her pussy and Kole’s knot when he shoves it in.
I’m all for a little pain with my pleasure, but that would have been too far, even for me.
She screams her release around West’s cock, and he grunts, clearly coming down her throat. My load blows into my hand, and Kole groans as his hips come to a stop.
I remove myself from under Jo as our doctor pulls out of Jo’s mouth, panting heavily as he places a kiss on her forehead.
Kole collapses onto the bed, turning them on their sides until his knot goes down. Jo looks at me, holding her hand out. “Mine.”
“I am yours, Fireball,” I concede, glancing around for something to wipe my hand on.
“That’s mine,” she clarifies, pointing to my hand. “Give it.”
Grinning from ear to ear, I offer my hand. She takes it, pulling it close to her face before she runs her tongue over my palm.
“Oh, fuck, baby,” I groan, my head falling back. “That’s right, it’s all yours. Take it.”
She finishes licking the cum off me, then bites down softly on the skin that connects my thumb to the palm of my hand.
“You’re so damn perfect,” I murmur, leaning down and pressing a kiss to her lips. I don't give two flying fucks that she just swallowed my cum or that West was in her mouth two minutes ago.
Nothing will ever stop me from showing her just how much she means to me.
“You want mine too, Trouble?” Sam smirks, holding out his palm. She nods eagerly, making Kole chuckle.
“She is very cute, but also very dangerous.” Kole smiles, pressing a kiss to her hair.
I manage to get Jo to eat some of the plate I made before she falls back asleep, and I can’t help but chuckle.
Cute but dangerous, indeed.