6. Phillip
Chapter 6
Phillip
C ontrol wasn’t something I usually lacked.
But seeing my pack mate knotting Hazel while the other made her come on his knot? The feral, alpha-driven side of my mind was riding close to the surface.
Stalking into my room, I quickly got rid of any wayward items of clothing and ensured the floor was clear. I was by no means a slob, but I was a guy with a busy life, so things inevitably ended up on the floor.
Drawing the curtains closed, I used an app on my phone to dim the lights. That was another reason my room would be the best option for a nest. I had set up fancy light bulbs that could control both the brightness and color with different settings, depending on what I was doing. I chose a dim orange glow that was full of warmth and bright enough to see by but also dark enough to sleep comfortably.
I pulled the blankets off the bed, leaving just the fitted sheet. While I wasn’t the most knowledgeable about omegas, I knew that they liked to make their own nests. So, I neatly folded all of the blankets and placed them to the side before going into the linen closet and pulling out every single blanket, pillow, and soft thing I could find, leaving them at the side of the bed. Once I had all of my items, I proceeded to wander into Roman’s and Cormac’s rooms, taking their pillows and some of their sheets, leaving them with the bare minimum. I paused for a moment while grabbing Roman’s bedsheets. They smelled like pure sex, and I couldn’t resist lifting them to my nose and inhaling deeply.
Hazel’s cherry cola scent was bright, sweet and tart all at once.
It was the perfect fucking scent, in my opinion. I was addicted to the soda. It was my favorite flavor, and I easily drank six cans a day—not a healthy habit I knew, but I couldn’t help myself.
Did the omega taste the same?
I would be finding out soon enough.
My bedroom was filled with various piles of bedding, ready for her. I took the liberty of grabbing a pack of bottled water and a few boxes of protein bars from the kitchen, avoiding the living room. If I went back in there, I wasn’t sure I would be able to leave, and someone needed to make sure that everything was set up properly.
Our home was in no state to host an omega in heat. Hazel deserved better, but we were what she had. If there had been more time, I would have gotten more nesting materials and prepared food to make sure she was as comfortable as possible.
A quick internet search revealed a few meal services that would deliver to our place. Easy, healthy prepackaged meals to keep us going. It was on the expensive side, but Roman could afford it. Usually, I was more averse to using the Kingswood money, but for a heat, it felt like a necessity.
Footsteps alerted me to someone, and I turned on my heel to see Hazel padding into the room. Her hair was sticking up, and she had Roman’s T-shirt on again. She looked rumpled and thoroughly fucked. The smell of sex clung to her, and I resisted the urge to tug her into my arms.
Part of me wanted to be mad at Roman for bringing this chaos into our lives. Our routine was going to be turned on its head for several days. I was going to miss class, advisor meetings and such, but I just couldn’t find it in me to care.
“Nest?” she asked in a small, whiny voice.
“I put everything over here, so you can make your nest. Do you need anything else?” I asked softly as she walked over to the piles of bedding and started pawing through them. Her silence was answer enough, and I took a step back, closer to Roman, who was watching Hazel with lovestruck eyes.
We all stood back and watched dumbly as she rummaged through everything, picking out certain items and arranging them on the bed into what I could only describe as a bird’s nest. She took items that had all our scents on them and didn’t lean toward any particular scent.
After she was done, she crawled into the nest, flashing her impressive ass as she did so, before sitting in the center of the nest, looking at us with a dazzling smile.
“Nest!” she declared happily.
“Such a beautiful nest,” Cormac cooed. “Can I come in?”
She nodded, reaching out to him as he pulled her into his arms, spooning her. Her lazy smile at his contact made my chest burn with some unknown emotion.
I wanted to be spooning her.
When she held out her hand, looking pointedly at me, I didn’t hesitate to crawl into bed next to her. She nuzzled into my chest with a happy sigh.
“You smell really nice,” she said in a sleepy voice.
I kissed the top of her head, unable to contain my grin at her approval. “Thank you. You smell really nice, too.”
She hummed sleepily.
“Sleep,” Cormac instructed softly, his lips pressed against her hair. “We’ll be here when you wake up.”
It was almost morning already. We had come in late from the party before we even found Hazel in the kitchen, so we were all exhausted. I didn’t intend to fall asleep, but with the sweet, calming omega in my arms, the pull of my exhaustion was too strong, and I drifted off into a deep, restful sleep.
Why the hell is my room so warm?
My room was kept nice and cool, thanks to the large fans I had running, but as I was slowly pulled out of sleep, all I could focus on was the blazing heat of small, greedy hands roaming all over my naked chest. When had I taken my shirt off? Last I remembered, I had been watching the omega build a nest…
The omega!
The scent of her slick was thick in the air.
“Hazel?” My voice was rough with sleep.
“Everyone’s asleep,” she whined, “I didn’t want to wake you.” As she spoke, her hands ran across my chest repeatedly.
“How are you feeling?” I asked, wrapping my arm around her waist and pulling her close.
“I really need a knot,” she admitted with a whine, her lips finding my chest, peppering kisses across it. “I don’t need slow, I don’t need you to take your time, I just need a knot,” she insisted, keeping her voice low.
The pure need in her voice did something to me. Every fiber of my being demanded I satiate that need. My cock had been hard as a rock in my sleep, probably due to the smell of her slick, and I doubted it was going down anytime soon.
“The others need to rest,” I whispered in her ear. She nodded, humming in agreement. “Can you stay quiet?”
“Only if you hurry up and knot me!” she hissed.
I didn’t have to be told twice. Gripping her waist, I flipped her, so her stomach was against the mattress with me hovering over her, my cock pressed against her ass. Reaching round, I covered her mouth with my palm. “You better not be too loud, little omega,” I growled in her ear. “This is going to be quick and dirty.”
“I’ll be good for you,” she whispered eagerly.
All rationale left me. Blood thundered in my ears as I shoved my boxers down with one hand, lining up my cock with her entrance. She was drenched, slick coated her thighs, and I was already covered in it.
There was no preamble or patience in my movements. With a single, rough push, I completely buried myself in her pussy. She let out a strangled cry of joy at the forceful entry.
“Yes, yes, yes,” she chanted as I started to move more forcefully.
Her hands fisted in the sheets in front of her as her hips rocked back to meet my every thrust. She wasn’t deterred by the ferocity of my movements. In fact, judging by the copious slick and the fluttering of her walls, she seemed turned on by it.
Blood pounded in my ears as I took what I wanted, her walls clenching down on me with every thrust.
“You feel like fucking heaven. I’m going to knot you while my pack mates sleep next to us. And you’re going to take it like a good, slutty, little omega.” As I spoke, I leaned forward, gently running my teeth along her neck and nipping. Her skin tasted as she smelled—sweet and almost carbonated. At the contact, her walls contracted around me so hard, I saw stars. “So desperate for alpha knots, aren’t you? So desperate for my knot.”
“I am.” She moaned quietly. “I need it so bad. I need it more than anything in the world. I need to feel your knot stretching me.”
Her words egged me on, which probably wasn’t a good thing, considering I was already feeling a little feral. My mouth found her shoulder, latching on. I sucked at her skin. A rush of pride filled me at the knowledge that I was probably going to leave a mark.
A deep, instinctual part of me wanted to leave marks on the omega. To let every other alpha know that she had been mine . When she walked out of our house, looking thoroughly fucked, they’d all know that I was responsible for it.
“She’s fucking loving that,” a voice next to us spoke. I turned my head. Cormac was lying on his side, his head propped up by his hand, elbow resting on the mattress, giving him an excellent view of our actions. He grinned lazily at us. “Don’t stop on my account.”
The voyeuristic fucker.
“I guess we’d better give him a show, shouldn’t we, pet?” I cooed in her ear, lightly biting the lobe as she gushed around me.
“Sounds like she’s flooding your cock with slick,” Cormac said. The sound of our coupling filled the room: wet, filthy, and lurid.
“She’s absolutely drenching me.” I grinned, nipping at her shoulder. “She’s such a fucking incredible omega, so good at taking cock. A perfect little slut for us.”
Hazel didn’t answer. Instead she babbled incoherently as she did her best to meet me thrust for thrust.
“I’m glad I woke up. I wouldn’t miss this for anything,” he said, leaning forward, grabbing Hazel’s chin and tilting her face to look at him. “Is my pack mate filling you up nicely, sweetness?”
Hazel nodded emphatically, and when she spoke, her words were disjointed. “S-so good. Full.”
My cock was starting to feel constricted beyond words. She was close. I wanted to throw her off the edge before I knotted her.
My mouth returned to her neck, and my pace turned brutal. My grip was bruising on her hips, and every thrust hit her ass with considerable force. I was taking her like a rabid animal, and I was loving every moment of it.
“I know that look on your face,” Cormac cooed. “You’re going to come on his cock like a good little omega, aren’t you?”
Hazel nodded, her eyes wide. “Close,” she panted.
My lips traveled up her neck, toward her pulse point. I bit down hard. The effect was immediate. Hazel howled in release as she thrashed, her hands clawing at the bedding as her walls fluttered violently around me, demanding my knot. A rush of slick coated me and the bedding—I would be wearing her scent for days.
The familiar tingling in the base of my spine let me know that my own release was imminent, so I waited until her orgasm was just starting to abate before unleashing my knot, plunging it in with a harsh jerk and letting it expand as my cock throbbed, releasing what felt like an ungodly amount of cum into her pussy.
“Holy fuck,” I groaned, gently rocking as my cock pulsed a few last times, coming down from the high. Hazel was also out of breath, her body lax.
“My vagina is never going to be the same,” Hazel muttered, her face pressed into the bedsheets, making her voice garbled.
I laughed. My arms shook with the exertion of keeping myself up, so I didn’t squash Hazel, but it was so worth it to have my knot locked deeply in her.
“Come on, darling. You need a shower,” I said, pulling Hazel into the bathroom. It had been two days of fucking, and she needed a shower. Badly.
“Don’t want to shower.” She did her best to pull away from me. “Want another knot.”
“Trust me, you’ll have another knot soon enough, but only once you’re clean,” I assured her. Thus far, only Roman and I had knotted her. Cormac had wanted to wait, given his bionic cock could be a lot, but my balls were thoroughly drained. He needed to step up and take one for the team.
Roman and Cormac were changing the sheets while I got our omega clean. It had been nearly two days since her heat had started, and we were all getting rather sweaty and sticky.
Not that I was complaining.
Our week had taken somewhat of a dramatic turn when we found an omega going into heat in our kitchen, but there was something so alluring about her. Her scent was phenomenal, and she tasted like fucking ambrosia.
Truthfully, there was also something about the fact that she had never been knotted by anyone other than me and my pack mates that made me want to pound my chest in pride. At least for now, Hazel was ours, and that thought was oddly pleasing.
Said omega was doing her best to untangle herself from my arms and return to the makeshift nest she had built.
“Stop it,” I ordered. She couldn’t control how she was reacting. It was the heat hormones, so I refused to get angry with her belligerent attitude.
Pain bloomed across my chest as she nipped at my pec. “Knot,” she whined.
“Brat,” I mumbled, ignoring the pain and leaning forward to turn on the shower. “Be a good little omega and help me in the shower. If you behave, I’ll knot you when you’re done, okay?”
She widened her eyes as she looked up at me with hope, biting her lip and nodding.
She followed me into the shower, and I quickly lathered up her hair and rinsed it before she got too restless. I took a bit more time washing her body, pressing down lightly on her muscles and massaging. She was probably sore in more ways than one after what we had been doing for the past two days.
“That feels good.” She hummed as I worked out a particularly stubborn knot in her back. Her skin was silky smooth, and I found myself fascinated with running my hands over it, memorizing every little mark.
She stayed in place, leaning into my touch, utterly relaxed.
“I don’t think I’ve ever been so horny in my life.” She laughed.
I chuckled to myself. “Are you having a lucid moment, darling?”
“Kind of? Like, I know where I am, I know what I’m doing, but at the same time, under the surface, there’s still that feral hunger for knots. I’ll be honest, though. I’m so goddamn tired. If I fall asleep, will you do me a favor and just knot me while I sleep? Two birds, one stone?”
“Don’t let Cormac hear you say that. He’ll take you up on that.”
Hazel hummed thoughtfully. “I never thought about that being a thing, but it could be fun? Probably not while I’m in heat, though.”
My eyebrows raised, even though she couldn’t see my face. This little omega was surprising at every turn. She was simultaneously innocent and filthy. Cormac would jump at the chance to have his wicked way with her while she was half asleep. He would revel at the opportunity to have her waking up as she came on his knot.
“No, that’s an activity for when you’re more lucid,” I agreed.
“That’s a shame.” She sighed. “Maybe I’ll find myself a pack one day who will want to fuck me awake with their knots.” She sighed, turning around and wrapping her arms around me. The movement pressed her soapy breasts against my chest. My boner was probably digging into her, but she didn’t seem to mind at all.
Why was she talking about finding other alphas? Sure, we were practically strangers, but I got the distinct feeling that Hazel wasn’t going to be a one-time thing for us. We had never shared an omega before, let alone shared a heat. The experience was intoxicating, and I had the distinct feeling that my pack would want to repeat it in the future.
Only, the idea of repeating it with an omega who wasn’t Hazel felt wrong somehow. Maybe it was because we were in the middle of her heat. Or maybe it was because of who she was as a person and how addictive she was.
“Can I play with you?” she asked sleepily. Her eyes were half lidded as she looked up at me.
“You look like you’re about to pass out.” I laughed.
Instead of answering, she smiled at me, her hand finding my cock and leisurely pumping a few times.
Grabbing her hand, I turned her around and rinsed her hair. We could play later, once she was clean.
“Spoilsport.” She pouted.
I lightly swatted her ass, making her cry out and jump. “Brat,” I replied.
“I’m not a brat,” she muttered.
“Sure.” I laughed. “And the sky is purple.”