16. Cormac
Chapter 16
Cormac
“ Y ou’re looking good, sweetness!” I declared as I pulled her into my arms.
“It’s amazing what a few days of eating properly will do to a girl.” She laughed, hugging me back. I took the opportunity to kiss the top of her hair, inhaling that sweet cola scent that I was quickly getting addicted to.
“What brings you to our humble abode?” I asked. Not that I wasn’t ecstatic that Roman had brought her to our place. The pair of them had been camped out at her dorm for the last twenty-four hours while she regained her strength. I had practically begged to join them, but Phillip insisted we shouldn’t overwhelm Hazel, especially when she wasn’t feeling well.
“I was bribed with homemade burgers stuffed with cheese.” As she peered up at me, her smile was so downright dazzling, it was a punch to the gut.
“Phillip is making cheese bomb burgers again?” I asked excitedly. “I’ve been begging that fucker to make them for weeks.”
“What can I say? I’m just that good, I didn’t even have to ask.”
I huffed, refusing to let her pull away. “I guess I’m going to have to keep you with me if you are the key to getting all the delicious food.”
“You’ll have to let go at some point.”
Turning her in my arms, I leaned down and placed a quick kiss on her lips before pulling back with a grin of my own. She didn’t object to the kiss. In fact, she leaned into it.
Fuck, yes.
Forget about cheese-stuffed burgers. The only thing I wanted to taste was her.
Okay, the burgers were a close second.
“So, what’s the plan for tonight?” I asked, looking over to Roman, who grinned at me.
“Pack night! I’m thinking board games, snacks, takeout dessert…”
Hazel made a little noise of happiness. “That sounds fun,” she said from the comfort of my arms.
“I don’t know,” I whispered, leaning down and nipping lightly at her ear, pleased when she giggled in response. “I’m pretty vicious at board games.”
“Do you have Scrabble?” she asked.
“We do,” Phillip confirmed from behind us. “These two rarely play because they have the vocabulary of drunken toddlers. I happen to enjoy it, though.”
“Can we play that?” she asked excitedly, turning to look at Phillip.
His face softened when he looked at her. “Of course we can. It’ll be nice to play with someone who isn’t a drunken toddler.”
“Oh, I’ll trounce you,” Hazel said simply. Phillip’s brow rose.
“I’m not so sure, sweetness. Phillip is pretty good,” I told the omega cuddled in my arms.
“We’ll see,” she said.
It turned out that Hazel was the Scrabble version of a card shark.
Roman and I leaned back on the couch with beers in hand, while Hazel and Phillip sat on the floor on either side of a Scrabble board. We tried to insist that they sit on the sofas or at the table, but they’d both insisted that the floor was the best place.
To ensure she was comfortable, we gave Hazel several different pillows, and she made herself a miniature nest on her side of the board.
“That’s not a word!” Phillip said, looking at the pieces Hazel was putting down.
“Look it up.” She shrugged, a small, pleased smile on her face.
Roman already had his phone out and had been checking on the words routinely over the last hour. He and I had long since given up on joining in on the game. Phillip and Hazel were locked in a battle of wits, and we were nowhere near their level.
Phillip kept giving her fervent glances, and every time, he looked more infatuated with her. He was doing his best to play it cool, but I could tell she had him, hook, line, and sinker.
“It’s a word,” Roman confirmed, looking up from his phone screen. “Does that mean our girl wins?”
“I think it does.” Phillip nodded.
Hazel shouted in glee, throwing her hands up in the air. “Victory is mine!” she declared, before letting out what I could only describe as a movie villain laugh. “Rematch?”
Phillip laughed. “I’ll take you up on that another day. Dessert should be here soon.”
Hazel pouted, but nodded. “I suppose I can stop for dessert.”
“I’ll put the board away,” Phillip said.
“Okay, I’m just going to use the little girls’ room.” Hazel tried to get up but wobbled, so I stood in a single graceful move and held out my hands to help her.
She smiled at me in thanks as she took my hands, pulling herself up. “Maybe the floor nest isn’t the best idea,” I said.
“But I like it.” She frowned, looking back at her pile of pillows.
“I have an idea, do you trust me?”
“In theory, I trust you. But from what I understand, you are the wild card of this pack, so trusting you could be a dangerous game.”
My pack mates laughed as I cocked my head to the side and pursed my lips thoughtfully. “You’re not wrong,” I admitted. “But I think you’ll like this.”
“In that case, I trust you,” she said, leaning up to peck my cheek. That wasn’t enough for me. Wrapping one arm around her waist and the other at the back of her neck, I pulled her in for a kiss.
She melted into my embrace, her lips just as forceful on my own. When I pulled away a few seconds later, her lips were swollen, her eyes hazy.
“I… uh. What was I doing?” she asked in an adorable, confused voice.
I preened. I had kissed her so well, she had forgotten what she was doing.
“Bathroom?” I supplied helpfully.
“Oh, yeah!” Hazel said, pulling herself from my arms and dashing out of the living room.
Roman sat up, eyes on Phillip, who was still putting the board game away. “I never thought I’d see the day where you got bested!”
“I know,” Phillip agreed, but there was a smile on his face. “She’s pretty fun to have around. I can’t believe I’m going to say this, but you showed good taste in bringing her home.”
“Why is that such a surprise?” Roman laughed.
“Do you not remember the blonde puck bunny you dated last year? She was a nightmare.”
I snickered. That psycho had tried to burn Roman’s car after they had a quickie and he decided she wasn’t for him.
She hadn’t taken the news well.
“That’s not my fault! I made it clear it was a one-night-only thing. She just got addicted to my dick… I mean, who can blame her?”
“Don’t let sweetness hear you talking about your dick in other women,” I warned.
Roman’s eyes widened. “Oh, shit. Never! I was a pure virgin when Duchess deflowered me.”
Phillip and I burst into laughter. “If you were a virgin, I’m the pope,” I said.
“Do you think we could convince her to move in here?” Phillip asked. “I don’t like her being so far away when she’s pregnant.”
“I don’t think any of us are fans of the situation. Hopefully, in time, we can convince her to stay—especially once the baby is born,” Roman said, running his hand through his hair.
Nodding, I considered how much better our home would be with an omega—with Hazel—living here. She brought a unique warmth to the place I hadn’t realized was missing.
“I’ll start converting the study into a space for her. Even if she doesn’t want to move in, she should have a space here.” Phillip said.
Before I could open my mouth to confirm that I thought that was an excellent idea—especially considering the study was next to my room—Hazel padded back into the room. With a lazy smile, she wandered over to the couch where Roman and I were sitting and sat in between us. Without missing a beat, I snaked an arm around her waist and pulled her onto my lap. Roman went to do the same, but was a second too late.
“No fair!” he shouted, pouting.
“You snooze, you lose.” I laughed, burying my face in Hazel’s hair. She nestled into my chest without any hesitation.
“What should we do next? More board games?” she asked, but her final word was punctuated by a yawn.
“How about a TV show? Or a movie?” I suggested. The idea was partially selfish, because if we were watching something together, she would stay nestled into me.
“If you suggest horror, I will punch you,” Hazel grumbled into my chest.
“I would never dream of it, sweetness,” I said in a mock-solemn voice.
“We just downloaded a season of that new fantasy show with dragons, if that’s what you want to watch?” Phillip suggested.
“That sounds nice,” Hazel said.
Roman, not needing any further instruction, grabbed the TV remote and scrolled through the various menus until he found the show.
Phillip grabbed a blanket off the side of the sofa and casually threw it over me and Hazel before returning to an arm chair on the far side of the room, settling down to watch the show with us.
As the opening credits of the show played, Hazel’s hands started to wander, sliding across my chest, under my T-shirt.
“Getting handsy there, sweetness?” I asked.
She looked up at me, startled. “Sorry!” Her face turned an adorable shade of red. “I wasn’t even thinking!”
“You’re free to explore me any time you want.” I smirked at her, and she bit her lip, turning back to face the TV screen.
I also turned back to the screen, sad that Hazel didn’t continue feeling me up.
Within minutes, everyone was engrossed in the show. There were plenty of explosions, dragons, and even boobs—what wasn’t there to like?
A small hand brushed my cock over my shorts. I was still semi hard from Hazel’s hands caressing my chest, but the light contact made it jerk in excitement. She wasn’t looking at me, though. Hazel was staring straight ahead as her hand moved gently over my shorts, rubbing my cock that was quickly becoming rock hard.
So, she wanted to play that game? Well, she picked the right alpha, because I was willing to let her do whatever the hell she wanted to me.
Without so much as glancing my way, she snaked her hand underneath the fabric of my shorts, into my boxers, and lightly grasped my cock. Nothing was visible to the others, thanks to the blanket, but judging by the perfume emanating from the sweet omega, she was greatly enjoying herself.
Remaining quiet, I let her hands explore, gliding over my piercings, gently massaging. Each pump sent tingles down my spine. Sitting still was difficult, but I wanted to see how far Hazel was going to take it.
Did she like the idea of making me come in front of all our pack mates, without them even realizing it?
Every movement felt agonizingly slow. I had never been a delayed gratification kind of guy, but fuck if I wasn’t enjoying the tease. After ten minutes of her idly playing with my cock without so much as a single look at me, I decided to give her a taste of her own medicine.
The dress she was wearing made reaching between her legs easy; her underwear gave no resistance, and my fingers were met with her wetness.
She was soaked. My face broke out into a shit-eating grin. Hazel really liked playing with me. My fingers found her clit and started slowly circling.
Glancing over at my pack mates, I could tell the jig was up. They knew exactly what I was doing to Hazel. She was a terrible actress, her face contorting in pleasure, even though she tried to keep her features controlled. Every few seconds, she shifted slightly, enough for us all to notice.
As loud bangs sounded from the TV, I gently removed my hand from between her legs, and she looked up at me, a pout on her face.
Oh, she really wanted to play.
Well, I could fucking play.
Dragging Hazel into my lap, I lifted her skirt, pushing the fabric of her underwear aside as I lined her up with my cock.
The blanket probably obscured most of the view, so hopefully, the guys didn’t get an eyeful of my dick as it teased her entrance for a moment before slowly gliding in. Her body was tense, and her pussy was soaked, giving no resistance, opening to me perfectly.
Tight walls clenched down on me once she was fully seated, and I wanted to cry with happiness. It had been far, far too long since I had been buried in her heat.
Phillip’s nostrils flared, but he didn’t turn to look at us.
If Hazel hadn’t been so distracted by grinding down on my cock, she would have seen that the others were also tense. The veins in Roman’s hands were bulging with how hard he held the remote.
Grasping her hips, I halted her grinding.
“Stop moving,” I ordered lightly. It sounded like I was just telling her to stop wiggling while we cuddled, but we all knew what was really happening.
I kept her there, held down on my cock, as I resumed watching the show. Every now and then, Hazel would wiggle her hips, but I would just tighten my grip.
What had started as her teasing me had turned into an endurance test for her. With every minute that passed, her perfume increased, and my thighs were drenched as her pussy wept slick, desperate to be knotted.
As soon as the credits for the episode rolled, Roman turned to me. “If you don’t knot her soon, I’m stealing her off you.”
“You know?” Hazel cried in surprise.
Laughing, I thrust my hips up, making her moan and her walls clench. “They knew the entire time. You’re not subtle when you’re needy, sweetness.”
“You’re terrible at hiding things. Your face displayed everything you felt clear as day, Duchess.” Roman smirked, leaning forward and tearing the blanket away. “Dude, you didn’t even bother to get rid of her underwear?”
“It was just as easy to push them aside.” I shrugged, using my grasp on Hazel’s hips to help guide her over my length, bouncing in place.
“Finally!” she moaned, throwing her head back and gyrating her hips with every thrust.
“You feeling a bit needy?” Phillip asked.
Hazel nodded, tilting her head back. My mouth found her neck, nipping lightly. “You’ve been so good for me, keeping my cock nice and warm. How can I reward you?”
“Knot?” Hazel panted.
I hummed. “I think I can do that.”
My hands moved from her hips to her chest, gently pulling the neckline of her dress down so her tits sprang free.
“No bra, Duchess?” Roman asked, cocking an eyebrow.
“I outgrew my bras. I need to get new ones.”
She wasn’t going to last long. I could tell by how her pussy was fluttering around my cock. I gently tugged on her nipples, and a ragged groan escaped her as she thrust her chest forward into my hands while I nipped her neck. “Are you about to come in front of Roman and Phillip like a good girl, all spread out and desperate on my cock? Look at them, they’re loving the show.”
Both my pack mates were clearly hard as rock, and Phillip was rubbing his erection through the fabric of his sweatpants.
“Look how flushed she is,” Roman said. “She’s going to come soon.”
“She is,” I agreed.
“Twist her nipples,” Phillip instructed. Doing as I was told, I was rewarded when Hazel let out a small scream of pleasure, the pace of her hips becoming downright frantic.
“Do you want me to knot you?” I asked, nipping at her earlobe.
“Please! I need your knot. Knot me, alpha,” she begged.
She bounced a few more times as my knot expanded, setting off her own release. Holding her on my cock, I bit down on her neck, but not hard enough to break the skin, as my knot rapidly expanded.
My mind short-circuited, my legs trembling with the intensity of my orgasm. My gums physically hurt with the desire to bite Hazel properly, to rut her, to claim her as my own as I pumped my cum deep inside her.
I was never letting this omega go.
Her moans turned into unintelligible babbles as she slowly came down from what felt like a never-ending high.
We both sank back, breathless and sweaty.
I fucking loved the feeling of having her locked on me.
As I gently ran my hand through Hazel’s hair, she purred happily, the vibration rattling through my chest, relaxing my muscles and making my bones feel like liquid. Both my pack mates turned to look at me with wide eyes.
Of all of us she could have chosen to purr for, she’d chosen me .
Call it a reward for knotting her so damn good.
The opening credits to the next episode none of us were watching were just finishing as Roman turned to us and smiled. “She’s dead to the world already.”
Glancing down, I discovered that Hazel’s eyes were closed, her breathing even as she snored lightly into my chest, her face squished against my pec. “Passed right out.”
Roman laughed. “She’s going to be pissed she missed dessert.”
“We’ll save it for her, and she can have it later,” I said.
“Are you going to wake her?” Roman asked, raising his eyebrows.
“After the show… I’m happy where we are right now.”