Chapter 32
Chapter Thirty-Two
Zak
Mia shifts against me, her bare chest brushing mine. We’re lying on our sides facing each other. Her sleeping expression is content. Her scent isn’t as strong this morning, so I’m guessing we may be in the final hours of her heat.
Freddie lies behind her, his light snores echoing through the room, and Spencer lies behind me, his grip firm on my rib cage.
Our omega’s eyes filter open slowly, looking at me with less heat haze.
“Alpha,” her voice is light and happy.
“Good morning, omega.” My words have her lips pulling up into a satisfied smile.
She gives me a satisfied smile and kisses my nose. “Daddy.”
Mia is almost out of her heat, and there’s something we talked about the other night. A decision she made that we want to respect, and one we certainly can all agree is right. She wants to be bonded while she’s still in heat.
I cradle her cheeks with both hands, “Are you ready to be ours? Completely?”
“Please,” she says, voice rough with need. “I want your bites. I want everything.”
Freddie makes a sniffing sound, his head popping up to lean on Mia’s shoulder. “I’m emotional.”
I never even heard his snores stop.
“You’re always emotional,” Spencer says, sitting up against the headboard.
“Don’t be jealous of my masculine embrace of my emotions.” Our beta says as he kisses all over Mia’s shoulder.
“Yes, that’s it, I’m just a jealous man,” Spencer replies with sarcasm, and I can picture the way his eyes must be rolling.
Mia giggles, and the sound makes us all still for a second, absorbing the moment.
I roll over, wrapping an arm around her to take her with me. Her chin rests on my chest with a look of excitement on her face. Her pupils are still blown out, but she’s definitely lucid enough for us to feel good about bonding her like she asked.
Spencer’s gaze flicks to mine, then to Freddie, then back to her. “We don’t have to do this now,” he says gently. “We can wait.”
Mia’s eyes fill with tears so fast it startles me.
I lean forward to kiss her forehead. “He just has to be sure, Mia. We never want to hurt you.”
“Now. I don’t want to wait,” she whispers.
Freddie wipes at his face dramatically. “Definitely crying.”
Mia’s legs straddle my hips as she leans up to kiss me. “Alpha. Daddy.”
I can’t contain the growl in my chest when she says that last word. Her name for me, just for me.
She rocks against me, but that isn’t how I want to start this. I grab her thighs and lift her up until her legs bracket my face. It’s less of a request and more of a demand when I tell her, “Sit.”
My good girl listens immediately.
I hear the sound of a plastic cap opening and closing, followed by Mia letting out a surprised squeak that quick shift to a moan.
Her pussy rocks against my face, riding me until she cries out with her release.
My mouth is soaked with her slick, and I try to devour every drop.
I lick her through the aftershocks, nipping and sucking at her clit.
Mia’s hands grip my hair, trying to get me to stop, but I keep going. I need at least one more orgasm from her. We’ll have to play with these limits soon and see how much she’ll let me give her before she begs me to stop.
After she comes again, my chin dripping in her slick, I give her a playful slap on the thigh to get her attention.
Once her eyes meet mine, I kiss my way from her center all the way to her knee, and back again. I don’t give her any warning, just keeping her attention on me, as I bite my teeth into the flesh of her right thigh.
My fingers enter her as she screams, and I can feel the sensation of someone beginning to work her ass at the same time.
Freddie squeals, his voice somewhat behind her, so it’s most likely him prepping her with lube, “Having the same mark location makes us twinsies! Oh, wait, you already have an actual twin, so maybe I should stick to calling you my leafy green.”
Mia ignores his rambling as she comes down from her high. I remove my fingers, and Freddie does the same, as she brushes her body over my knot.
“Go let your other alpha put his mark on you, omega. He looks like he’s barely hanging on.”
If I’m honest, I feel the same. Leaving my mark on her, feeling the serenity of our pack being complete, makes me lightheaded.
Freddie helps Mia climb off me, then pushes me toward the edge of the bed so he can take my place in the middle. He maneuvers her with ease, lying on his back and pulling her on top of him. “Saddle that ass up on my dick and ride me, my little omega cowgirl!”
She should slap him for that nonsense.
Instead, she does exactly as he says. She adjusts his length until her ass settles over it, slowly sitting until she’s riding him.
Spencer and I make eye contact, both shaking our heads at Freddie’s audacity. He seems to remember his manners a moment later, and nudges Mia backward until she’s lying flush against him with his cock still buried in her ass.
“Look, Spencer, I got her all ready for you!” He uses his legs to spread her thighs wide in offering to him.
I think I might slap him. Or fuck his face so he can’t keep talking. Mia giggles again, though, so I guess I won’t do either of those things.
Spencer slides between Mia and Freddie’s legs. His eyes meet mine again as he bends and sucks the mark I just left on our omega.
Fuck.
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
I can feel my vision blur at the edges, making me feel out of control again. I think I’m close to a rut. Spencer places a kiss directly on her pussy before he moves to bracket the duo with his arms, positioning himself inside Mia with a groan.
They share her, Spencer snapping his hips to take her with enough force to move her body, while Freddie makes shallow thrusts upward.
“You’re mine, Mia. Ours. And now you’re going to take my mark, too,” Spencer kisses her, his mouth devouring her, before moving down her neck.
He bites down at the same time he thrusts his knot into her, locking them together completely.
Freddie grunts, undoubtedly coming in her ass, then says, “Leafy green, we’re double matchies.”
Spencer ignores him, murmuring sweet things in Mia’s ear. He licks his bite mark and gives her gentle kisses until his knot deflates, releasing their lock.
I’m unable to break the haze that the rut has over me, feeling completely feral. My movements feel both fast and sluggish, but I need my omega right now. Freddie and Spencer can’t stop me, too caught off guard by my actions as I lift Mia away from them.
Knot. Her.
Keep. Her.
My omega.
I think I black out then, because when I come to, Mia is underneath me. My knot is inside her already, and she’s writhing in pleasure.
“Fuck,” I growl the word. “I’m sorry. I think I went into rut.”
The apology is sincere, but I can’t stop. I’m snapping my hips, grinding my knot into her cunt, determined to make sure she gets her fill of my seed.
Breed her.
“Don’t stop, Daddy,” Mia cries out from below me.
I don’t.
I release inside her, wanting to defy biology and birth control to breed her. And when her pussy flutters around my knot, I release again. Only then do I feel my body relax–everywhere except my knot.
I kiss Mia’s forehead, trying to show her how much she means to me after such rough handling.
She wraps her arms around my neck and drags my lips to hers. “Thank you.”
When my knot finally deflates, I roll us to the middle of the bed. She rests against my chest again, her head rolling to the side as she remains slightly dazed. “ You’re stuck with me now,” she says.
Freddie and Spencer are on either side of us, making themselves comfortable once more. We could all use a little more rest before we go back to the real world. Mia’s heat is coming to its inevitable end.
I bark out a laugh. “Sweetheart, that was always the plan.”
Spencer’s arm rests around Mia. I grab hold of him and place a kiss on his wrist. Then, I kiss Mia’s forehead. And for good measure, I turn my head to give Freddie’s cheek a sweet kiss.
Freddie snuggles closer against my shoulder. “This is the best day of my life.”
The room is filled with our mingling scents. Comfort settles into my bones with a rightness that steals my breath.
Our pack is complete.
“You did so well, omega,” I whisper.
Her hand curls over my heart. “So did you, Daddy.”
Mia eventually goes boneless with exhaustion, cheek against my pectoral muscle. Spencer has one hand linked with Freddie’s over my body, holding us all together.
A perfect moment.