Chapter 26 #2
My growl echoes through the quiet night, and I’m suddenly backing her up against the open barn door. I don’t care if the others catch sight of us. At this point, it’s probably better they prepare themselves because I have a feeling the next few days are going to be a test of all of our patience.
“You should’ve called us.”
She licks along my jaw as she shrugs. “I’m mad at you.”
“It wasn’t safe.”
She bites my earlobe. “But I’m here now.”
“Woman, you’re the most maddening creature I’ve ever met.”
“Mmmhmm. Now, please, Alpha. Make me come.”
Setting her down, I undo her belt buckle, tear the button off her jeans in my attempt to free the damn thing, and lower her zipper.
Impatience is gnawing at my control, so I rip both of her boots off and force her jeans down her legs.
The smell of her pussy hits me like a sledgehammer, then I’m leaning in and running my tongue through the river between her legs.
Her hands grip my head, one leg lifting over my shoulder, as she shamelessly rides my face.
Her high-pitched gasp draws my eyes up, and I see Poppy nudging her arm with her damp nose. Obviously, I didn’t think this through.
Fuck! Too late now. Just gotta make this one quick so I can get her inside and fully take care of her without an audience I wasn’t anticipating.
I circle her clit with my tongue, slipping two fingers up her thigh and into the slick dripping down her skin. When I thrust them into her pussy, she clenches hard around me. Her head falls back, hitting the wooden door with a loud thump that echoes through the quiet of the space.
“Don’t stop. Please, Aug, don’t stop.”
“Wouldn’t dream of it.” My lips fasten around the swollen bud just as a third finger plunges in with the others.
There’s distinct movement across my lower legs, but I don’t bother to look back. My sole focus is making my girl come so we can get the hell out of this godforsaken barn.
She whimpers, her fingers digging into my neck as her thighs start to tremble.
“Oh. Oh, fucckkkk.”
Her release floods my mouth, and I lap it all up like a starving man. God, she’s so fucking decadent—like whipped peanut butter frosting on a spiced cupcake. It’s mindblowing.
Delicately pulling my fingers from her heat, I see the pretty flush above her tank top that goes all the way up her throat. I did that. I gave my Omega what she needed. That has to count for something, right?
When she looks down at me, her features go soft…until she glances over my shoulder.
“Is he…humping your leg?” she asks huskily.
My eyes close, my forehead hitting her belly. “Yup. He’s asserting his imaginary dominance.”
“Oh…”
Shooing Hansel away from me, I turn and get a full face lick from Poppy.
Shay’s giggle cuts off the slew of curse words that were getting ready to spill out of my mouth because it’s so unlike her I lose all track of thought.
“I’d really like to get off this dirty ground and away from these assholes. Are you ready to head inside?”
She nods, suddenly shy. “This is a first for me.”
“You hold all the power here. Just tell us what you need, and we’ll happily give it to you.”
“But what if I don’t know what I want?” she whispers.
I can’t help but wonder if there’s a double meaning there. The searing pain through my heart is hard to ignore, but I fight it back to reassure her.
“You’re smart, Shay. Trust in yourself, and trust in us not to take it too far because we’d never do that without your consent, okay?”
Steady eyes meet mine. “But I’m gonna beg for a bite. Probably a lot. Because my heart’s invested despite everything.”
Despite everything.
God. How two little words can nearly shred me into irreparable pieces.
“Shay, I—”
She shakes her head. “Not now, Aug. It will hurt too bad if you piss me off and force me to drive away from here right now.”
“But I really think—”
“Please,” she pleads softly.
“Fine. But afterward, we clear all this shit up so you know how fucking much we love you and want you to be ours.”
Her whine is pitiful as she nods. “No bites. No matter what I say.”
“Done. Now, c’mon. Hansel is trying to hump me again. We need to get the little fucker an apron.”
She laughs, but it’s a half-hearted sound. Standing, I pick her up and carry her toward the house where I can see figures standing in the kitchen. Oh boy. This is about to get intense, considering she smells like sex and sin.
As soon as we step through the door, three sets of eyes lock onto us. I make the split-second decision to keep walking, no real destination in mind because I’m not sure how to navigate the current situation.
She’s an Omega.
We have a nest.
We want her to be our Omega, though she’s apparently having serious doubts about that at the moment.
Do I take her to the nest, or is that a major faux pas since we’re not bonded?
If not the nest, where do we spend the next however many days fucking her senseless?
“August!” Memphis barks.
I pause, almost to the stairs. When I glance back, my three packmates are staring at me incredulously. “What?”
“What the hell is going on?” Ridge asks, his eyes dropping to her bare feet and legs. “And why is she naked from the waist down?”
Shay pushes against my chest and lifts herself enough so she can glare at them over my shoulder.
“Because my traitorous body decided to go into heat, and now I’m both pissed at you and unable to ignore you, all at the same time.
My Omega would literally rather be in Alaska on a glacier than forcing you to deal with this right now, but my brain…
and, okay…my pussy made the choice for me.
Apparently, neither factors emotional entanglements into their heat-driven thought process. ”
By the time she finishes her sentence, her body heat is spiking. “Shhhh, firecracker. I’ll explain everything to them. For now, let’s find a place where we can get you comfortable.”
Her angry eyes meet mine, her previous orgasm already forgotten. “You can’t be nice to me right now.”
“Oh, and why is that?”
“I’m so confused,” Ridge mutters.
“Definitely needs a spanking,” Lyon adds.
Memphis steps up beside us, drawing her frustration away from me. “Take her to the nest.”
With that short sentence, all the wind is knocked out of her sails, and she deflates right in my arms.
“The nest?” Her eyes are wide and terrified, and she immediately starts shaking her head. “No. You can’t… I shouldn’t…”
He steps forward, the usually easygoing man replaced with an Alpha who is willing to make the hard decisions so his Omega doesn’t have to.
“I’m not sure what’s going on with you right now, but as far as I’m concerned, nothing has changed.
I still want my bite on your soft skin. I still want you to be my Omega.
If I need to work a little harder to convince you, then so be it.
All of that will take a backseat right now, though, because you came here whether you wanted to or not, which tells me you trust us enough to take care of you like a pack would. ”
“But, Memphis—”
“No buts, darlin’, unless it’s yours in the air, presenting for your Alphas.”
Her whimper hits me right where it counts—in the dick.
“Nest, August. Now. We’ll be right behind you.”
With a nod, my feet carry us up the stairs, and when we hit the landing to the second floor, I push open a hidden door and continue up another set of carpeted steps. Confusion flashes across Shay’s face.
Pressing a brief kiss to her forehead, I smile down at her. “You’ll see.”
And she will. We’ll make sure she understands exactly who she is to us and why this nest was always meant to be hers.