Chapter 31
Chase
“You stay with her, I need to check these out,” Spencer commanded, plucking the pills out of my hand.
Flora’s eyes were hazy, face flushed. She was wearing nothing but one of our T-shirts and, hopefully, a pair of underwear. I only had so much restraint, and an omega with no underwear was like my own personal kryptonite.
“She needs to eat something,” Spencer stated.
“I’ll feed her,” I told him, nodding, even though I was utterly lost. “Is she…?” Her scent was painfully sweet. There was no mistaking it. My body was taut, her scent calling to me in a primal way that made my mind go fuzzy.
Spencer grimaced. “I think so.”
It was the evening, Pack Garnett were all watching TV, basking in their family time. So, as Flora crawled across the bed to me, I texted Bear with one hand, telling him to get his ass back to the apartment.
Picking Flora up bridal style, I carried her through the apartment until we got to the kitchen. After placing her on the kitchen island, I started to back away, but she whimpered.
“Stay,” she whispered softly, reaching out to me.
Her quiet plea nearly broke me. I desperately wanted to give in, to hold her close and let her nuzzle into my chest adorably, but she needed food first. Not only would Spencer kill me if I didn’t feed her, but if she really were going into heat, then she needed sustenance to see her through.
“I’m just going to make some pasta. I’m right here, okay?” I said, doing my best to keep my voice low and soothing.
Flora pouted but nodded. I quickly got to work, throwing together some chicken alfredo with broccoli. Protein, carbs, and veggies. That would please the control freak.
The meal was almost ready when Bear came striding in.
“What on earth is happening?” he asked, looking toward Flora, who was clearly flustered.
While dishing up a large bowl of pasta, I jerked my head toward the living space. “Take her in there. She needs to eat. I’ll explain.”
Bear looked like he was about to demand answers, but he nodded, scooping up the omega and whispering sweet words to her as he carried her out of the room.
Hot on their heels, I hovered with the bowl of pasta while Bear sat on the large sectional, Flora arranged in his lap.
“Here.” I passed her the bowl, and she glowered at me. “Bear will keep cuddling you if you eat,” I negotiated.
As she tucked into the bowl of pasta, I turned to my pack mate.
“Explain?” Bear asked through gritted teeth, resting his chin on the top of Flora’s forehead.
“Spencer is checking her heat meds. We think someone may have tampered with them,” I explained, trying my best to keep my voice level.
Bear’s eyes widened. “Oh fuck,” he whispered, looking down at Flora, who was wearing the cutest grumpy expression I had ever seen.
“Hence why someone is smelling damn fucking good.” I tilted my head toward her.
“You guys smell real good, too,” Flora muttered before taking a bite of broccoli, glaring at it like it had personally offended her.
Bear’s hand tightened around her waist. Having an omega compliment our scents was a kind of foreplay that made the alphas in us preen.
She could sniff me like glue, and I would be the happiest alpha around.
Bear’s eyes were full of questions, but I knew he didn't want to say too much in front of Flora when she was already stressed. It didn't help that she smelled so damn sweet and we wanted to pounce on her. I had no doubt her ass was pressed against Bear’s significant hard-on.
Once she finished her bowl of pasta, I took it from her and returned it to the kitchen. In the two minutes it took me to do so, she had nuzzled into Bear and was wrapping her arms around him. My pack mate shot me a concerned look.
“Flora, we need to talk about what you want,” he spoke softly, gently pulling back so he could look her in the eye.
“I want this pain to stop,” she moaned.
I grimaced. One of the shitty things about going into heat was that it was painful for the omega unless she was getting regular knots.
“I want you… Do you not want me?” Flora asked in a small voice.
Fuck me, those few soft words destroyed me.
Bear’s arms tightened around Flora. “We want you more than anything,” he admitted quietly.
Flora’s blinding smile and laughter stopped before she leaned forward, grimacing in pain, clutching her midsection. “Then make it stop,” she whimpered.
“Are you sure?” Though she seemed lucid, the last thing I wanted to do was take advantage of her.
“I’m sure if you don't help me, I’m going to go deal with it myself,” she snarled.
“Not happening,” Bear murmured, kissing the side of her neck as she watched me, her eyes resting on the bulge in my pants. She squirmed in his lap, melting in his embrace.
“Let Bear and me make you feel good,” I instructed, kneeling before her.
Her hungry gaze bore into me as Bear opened her legs, exposing her pussy to me, and I was very pleased to discover that she wasn’t, in fact, wearing any underwear.
“Fuck, I’ve missed this, honeybee,” I muttered.
Bear’s hand snaked around her, one cupping her breast through the T-shirt, the other trailing down to her folds.
“Fuck me, you’re soaked,” Bear rumbled in her ear.
Her legs shook in anticipation at his tone. He didn’t make her wait; his fingers glided over her clit in gentle, repetitive movements.
Overwhelmed by the sensation, she tried to snap her legs shut, but I placed my own hands firmly on each knee, keeping her wide open.
“Don't block my view, honeybee.” I smirked.
Her only response was to groan and throw her head back onto Bear's shoulder.
“I want you to come for me,” Bear instructed, his voice thick with need.
“Knot?” Flora whined.
“Not yet,” I cooed. “We need you to come for us first.”
Bear and I exchanged a glance. We both knew that after an orgasm, she would likely be more lucid, and we could discuss what she wanted to do in more detail.
From my position kneeling in front of her, I had the best view in the house as Bear sank two fingers into her warmth.
I desperately wanted to jump to the end, to feel her heat around my fingers or my cock again, but I wanted Bear to have this moment with her.
It was no real hardship getting a front-row seat to one of the best shows out there.
Her honey and rose scent had been strong before. Now it was overwhelming. I wanted nothing more than to drown in it.
Flora rocked in Bear’s grip, her eyes closing as she lost herself in the waves of pleasure. With one hand, he teased her nipple through the T-shirt, and with the other, he thrust in and out of her pussy with two fingers. The wet, pornographic sound it made was fucking perfection.
“You're doing so perfect for us, omega,” I praised, keeping her legs firmly open. “You look fucking amazing, letting Bear play with that pretty pussy.”
“She just clamped down on my fingers so hard,” Bear groaned against her neck. “Are you going to come for me, little omega?”
“Yes!” she squealed, her movements getting more frantic. “So close!”
With a keening cry, her body convulsed, her pussy weeping around Bear’s fingers as she came.
My cock was straining so hard in my pants, I was convinced there wasn’t a single blood cell left in the rest of my body.
That show was totally worth it.
“Fuck,” Flora panted as she came down from the high. Her eyes were less hazy, and she sounded more lucid already.
“Feeling better?” I asked.
She nodded at me, blushing.
I wanted to see that blush everywhere.
“That’s just the start… if you want it to be,” Bear growled before sucking the two fingers that were coated in her juices.
Her blush deepened, and her legs snapped closed.
Behind her, Bear chuckled. “Fucking delicious.”
“Maybe if you're lucky, you'll get a taste from the source,” I teased.
“I fucking hope I do,” he rumbled.
My knees were starting to scream from kneeling in front of them for so long, but Flora was still coming down. I let her lie on Bear, basking in the afterglow of that damn strong orgasm.
“That was something,” she muttered, sitting up in Bear’s lap and turning to him with a smile.
Bear opened his mouth, but was interrupted by Spencer striding into the room.
“They’ve been tampered with,” Spencer said, holding the bottle aloft. He paused at Flora's rumpled state, his nose flaring as he no doubt smelled what we had just been up to. “They’re sugar pills by the looks of it.”
“What?” Bear said in shock as he stood, placing Flora in my arms. I took her gladly, moving to the sofa as she wrapped herself around me.
“I looked at the pills and compared them to some photos online—they’re slightly different in color. Not so much that it’s obvious, but enough to tell they’re not normal. I called the contact we have in a pharmacy to double-check what her pills should look like, and he confirmed it.”
Flora was staring at the floor, eyes wide and filled with tears. I held her against me, desperately trying to comfort her.
“Is anything from my apartment safe?” she asked in a broken whisper, hand clutching her stomach as she nuzzled into me.
“Probably not,” I admitted.
“I’m so mad. But I’m also feeling hot. Overstimulated. I hate this!” she hissed, burrowing into my chest like she was trying to merge our bodies together.
“I need… Fuck!” she whimpered.
We knew exactly what she needed. It had only been a few minutes since we had made her come, but heats were relentless. She probably only had five or ten minutes before she’d be demanding a knot again.
The question is, should we relent? The urge to feel her clasping around my cock again was maddening.
It was one thing to sleep with her, even though she was under our protection, but now she was in our house and in heat.
“We will help you,” Spencer promised.
She frowned at his words. “You don’t have to. I know you don’t like me like that. Bear and Chase can see me through.”
Her words hung in the air for a moment, while Spencer stared at the rumpled omega who smelled of pure sex.
“You think I don’t want to?” he asked in a quiet, controlled voice.
Flora shrugged. “It's no secret you're not my biggest fan, and I just—wait!”
She was cut off as Spencer took three large steps forward, so he was right in front of her.
Spencer cupped her face gently, looking down at her with such intensity, I was surprised she didn’t burst into flames.
“Now listen here, princess. I don’t know what’s given you the misguided notion that I don’t like you.
You drive me fucking mad, but that's because I’m pretty sure I’m in love with you.
I am obsessed with you. From the moment I wake up to the moment I fall asleep, I think about you.
I’m pretty sure you're haunting my dreams as well, at this point.
So, if you're going through your heat, I want to be right there with you every step of the way.”