Chapter 30
Chapter Thirty
Freddie
My eyelids feel heavy as they try to shake off sleep. It takes a few seconds for my brain to come fully online, but once it does, I feel something wet and warm…
On my dick.
What the hell?
Prying one eye open, I look down to see the most incredible vision.
Mia is sucking my cock like she needs to drain me dry. Her eyes meet mine, and I can see that her omega is fully present. Her heat must have come overnight as we expected.
Good thing we bribed the mayor just in time to give her the nest she needed!
I wrap a hand around her thick, dark hair, groaning at the enthusiasm and determination she’s putting forth. Seriously, exemplary efforts. Five out of five stars. Someone give the omega a trophy or an Olympic gold medal.
Pushing up on my free elbow, still groggy from sleep, I look around the nest.
Spencer’s already awake on my left, eyes dark and locked in where Mia’s lips are moving over my length.
I wonder how long he’s been watching her before I woke up?
Zak stirs on my other side, and I can see the moment his body jolts with awareness as he realizes what’s happening in the middle of the bed.
Our omega’s scent fills the air, the strongest it’s been since we all found each other. Beautiful hibiscus that makes the entire room feel like we’re on vacation, thanks to the mixing scents of the pack.
Mia makes a soft, frustrated sound around my cock, needing more but not quite coherent enough to demand with words.
“Oh my sweet little leafy green, you need us to take care of you?”
She answers me with a high-pitched whine that spurs both our alphas into action. They need to fix the problem for her immediately. We can’t possibly leave our omega in such a state of need.
“It’s okay, we’re going to take care of you, omega.” Spencer’s voice is rough as he pets her head, his hand brushing against mine where I keep my grip on her hair. “You’re being so good, sucking Freddie’s cock like that.”
She increases her speed, pleased by his praise and acknowledgment. I’m so damn close. Right on the edge.
Spencer presses closer to me on the bed, giving me a kiss that starts sweet, but I’m too on edge not to want more. I deepen the kiss, quickly turning it into something hotter.
Zak shuffles on the bed, his body heat disappearing from my side.
A moment later, Mia lets out a moan that reverberates around my cock in such an amazing way that I nearly release into her mouth right then. I break the kiss with Spencer to look curiously at Zak.
He’s moved to the foot of the bed, and his face is buried in Mia’s pussy from behind. Whatever he’s doing between her legs continues to draw incredible sounds of pleasure from the back of her throat.
Each noise vibrates against my cock, driving me closer and closer to the edge.
Spencer’s lips press a trail down my neck until he kisses his mark on my neck. All sense of self-control goes out the window.
“Leafy green, I’m going to come,” I warn Mia in a strained voice.
She makes a pleased hum and squeezes her hand around the base of my cock.
I spill in her mouth with a groan.
She swallows everything I give her before releasing my cock with an audible pop. She looks up at me from where she’s positioned between my legs, a proud little smile on her face, even as her eyes still have the faraway look of an omega deep within her heat.
I smile back, more than a little dazed.
The pleasure of finishing in her mouth was even better than the moment I managed to perfect a new dance trick as Simon. I’ve never felt more satisfied, not even after winning the mascot races during last year’s post-season tournament.
Zak drags his face away from the omega’s pussy and rises behind her, grabbing hold of her hips and dragging her closer, entering her from behind.
Giving her exactly what she needs. “You did such a good job, baby girl,” he tells her, his words making her eyes roll back as she whimpers. “Our good little omega.”
My eyes stay locked on them, but my hand reaches out to find Spencer’s cock. He grunts under his breath as I wrap my fingers around his length. He rolls his hips to try to control the pace, but I keep my movements slow, working against his efforts.
I want him to save his cum for Mia.
She’s going to need his knot, too.
Zak grunts before slapping Mia’s ass lightly. He’s taking her with slow, measured control, but she’s not having it. She tries to push back against him, as impatient as Spencer. So needy.
I cup her face with the hand that’s not stroking Spencer. “That’s it, Mia. Take that alpha’s cock. His knot. You’re going to come all over him, aren’t you? Going to coat him in your slick.”
She bites her lip and moans, doing exactly that.
Zak grunts as he drives his hips forward with a moan of his own. “That’s my good girl. Take my knot. Take it all.”
He drives into her a final time, drawing a scream of pleasure out of Mia as he tightens his grip on her hips to the point that she’ll undoubtedly have his fingerprints marked into her skin. A temporary branding.
My hand continues to stroke Spencer’s cock as we both watch our omega get knotted. His head rests against my shoulder as he intermittently nips and licks at his permanent claim on me.
I’m already getting fucking hard again.
Zak makes an animalistic sound as he finds his release inside Mia, triggering another orgasm for her. Her whole body shakes between my legs, trembling through the pleasure.
They stay locked together for a while. He leans over to cover her body with his, pressing his lips to the side of her head and then murmuring more praise and approval in her ear. The content smile on her face grows even more pleased when he says something to her about Daddy.
She likes it. She likes him in that role as much as Spencer and I do.
I didn’t realize how much I was waiting for this. Not just the heat. Not just the physical part.
This.
Our real life as a pack, complete and at home together, where we all belong.
The four of us have been pretty much inseparable since we found Mia, but being together in our new home feels different. It’s what our pack has been dreaming of for years, and now, we all get to keep making new dreams come true. Together.
Everything feels right. The sounds she makes–the way she reacts to every touch like it’s amplified–it’s all so perfect.
And I know exactly what we need to make it even better. The realization hits me like divine intervention, sending a jolt of excitement through my body.
I release Spencer, who lets out a noise of disappointment, to slide off the bed.
There’s a special request I made of Trevor yesterday. A request that the others know nothing about. I entrusted Trevor with the most serious of quests. Time to find out if he successfully delivered the holy grail.
A cream-colored blanket on the bottom shelf along the back wall draws my eye. There’s a lumpiness to it, unlike the other perfectly folded blankets.
I dig underneath and find what I’m looking for.
When I turn back toward the bed, I see Mia moving away from Zak toward Spencer, whose back is now up against the headboard. She climbs onto his lap.
However, when she glances over and sees what’s cradled protectively in my arms, she freezes in place. Her head tilts to one side, and her eyes narrow. Examining the offering I’m about to make at the altar of our omega.
I smile with bountiful pride. This just feels right, and I know she’s going to love it. “Gentlemen. Omega.” I put on my best announcer voice because this moment deserves a proper introduction. “Simon has entered the building.”
Triumphantly, I hold up Simon’s claws. Lifting them high into the air in a proper presentation. A respectful display. The ultimate offering.
Both alphas groan.
I pause..
Not the reaction I was anticipating, but okay. They’re probably just overwhelmed by my brilliance and clearly disappointed in themselves for not thinking of this themselves. Obviously, Simon has a special place in our first heat as a pack.
“Right?” I say, encouraged, stepping closer. “There’s something so correct about including him. He’s been with us this whole time; his viral camera-stealing stunt is basically the whole reason we’re all here. He deserves to be included.”
Our omega’s next reaction shocks me.
Mia hisses.
Her whole body tenses, eyes locking onto the claws as if they’re offensive.
I freeze mid-step.
I give the claws a small, helpful shake, giving her another chance to see what I’m holding. She must have thought they were something else. Something offensive. But I’d never bring anything offensive into her nest.
“Look,” I say. “Simon’s claws. I know you said no to the whole suit, but it’d be wrong not to have at least a piece of him here. Well, both claws, so two pieces.”
She makes another low, displeased noise, nose wrinkling as if I offered her hot garbage instead of the manicured claws of my beloved Simon.
I blink at her.
Then at the claws.
Then back at her.
I look down at the claws again.
They look back at me. Innocent. Supportive. Misunderstood.
“…I’m so sorry,” I whisper to them, genuinely. “You don’t deserve this complete lack of welcome.”
Zak drops face-first on the bed, making a choked sound that turns into a muffled laugh against the sheets.
Spencer exhales slowly, pinching the bridge of his nose the way he does when he’s trying to remember not to be mad about how awesome my ideas are.
He wraps his free arm around Mia and draws her closer to his chest. Her legs rest on either side of his thighs, straddling him.
She cuddles into his chest, refusing to even look at the claws any longer.
Okay. Wow.
Zak’s laughter continues, growing so big that I shoot him a glare even though he can’t see it. Spencer coughs to try to cover up a small laugh of his own, so I glare at him, too.
“This is a safe space,” I remind them. “For all of us.”
Zak looks up from the bed and says, “Not for Simon,” in between his attempts to catch his breath.
Rude.
I sigh, lowering the claws slowly, giving Mia one last hopeful glance.
She doesn’t budge. For some unfathomable reason, she doesn’t see what an amazing idea this is, the way I do.
Maybe she’s just feeling too territorial to share me with Simon.
She must be jealous of the closeness Simon and I share.
Still, I’m deeply offended on Simon’s behalf that he’s been excluded completely. “Fine. Not the time for claws. Later, then?”
She huffs and gives me an exhausted glare.
With the reverence that Simon deserves, I carefully set the claws back on the shelf for later.
Making sure they’re in line of sight so that Mia doesn’t forget to include Simon as soon as she feels up to it.
Whenever she can get past her jealousy or whatever other irrational thing that’s stopping her.
When I try to join everyone again on the bed, Zak stops me with a hand on my chest.
“Come on,” he says, still grinning like this is the funniest thing that’s ever happened to him. “Let’s go grab water and snacks.”
I stare at him.
Then past him.
Mia is curled up against Spencer, squirming in his lap with her hips rolling. Clearly, she’s ready to get him inside her. Our omega is insatiable.
My shoulders droop. “I don’t want to. I want to play.”
He snorts. “You should have thought of that before you tried to bring your sweaty sloth claws into the mix and offended our omega.”
I gasp. “Don’t call any of Simon’s parts sweaty. He’s not dirty, and he doesn’t like when you make that insinuation.”
Zak doesn’t respond. He stands from the bed and grabs my hand, pulling me away against my will.
Just great.
One brilliant idea that isn’t appreciated, and I’m forced to be deprived of the glorious sight of Mia riding Spencer like her life depends on it. I make sure to look back in time to grab at least one good mental image to save for the spank bank. Mia makes one hell of a cowgirl when she’s in heat.