13. Everette
Everette
With a little more recovery time, I'm thankfully able to get my energy levels back to a decent enough place.
Opaline had woken up once earlier, and Calder made sure to take care of her.
It gave Sage and I the little extra rest we needed for what we have planned.
The goal is for this to end her Heat or, at the very least, effectively slow it down.
Her softer-paced movements and poor dark circles under her eyes tell me she's tired and dehydrated.
But, overall, she looks and acts as though she's okay.
It's a huge relief to the stress and chaos eating at me.
Little omega doesn't even know she has three alphas putting in work to keep up.
Her little whimpers carry through the small nest, the ruffle of the sheet we've managed to cover her with indicating she's awake. With a nod towards our lead, I quietly step out of the room entirely, shutting the door behind me.
My feet stop in the plush carpet, eyes widening to find Adrian already in the hallway. Sitting with his head against the wall and his arms on his bare knees, he looks up at me with a soft smile. The hallway is dark, but the light from downstairs provides enough illumination to see clearly. "Hey…"
"Hey. She awake?" he asks.
"Yeah…yeah she is. Listen…”
"No, hey. Stop. I know where your head is. This is a great plan, okay?"
Nodding, I take a couple steps, closing most of the space between us. "Should I…sit?"
With a huff of a laugh, he shakes his head and reaches out his hand for help up. Adrian is just a couple inches shorter than Calder. The handful of inches difference between us never feels like much until he's standing this close and I have to look up into his light brown eyes.
"Wait..." Putting my hand up, his head tilts in what I assume is curiosity, gaze tracking my steps back into the nest room. "Um, hold on one second."
Fuck.
Opaline's on all fours with Calder eating her out from behind and Sage slowly thrusting into her mouth. Their combined scents hang heavy enough in the air, it's like I could close my eyes and believe I was sitting on a porch in a Spring thunderstorm, drinking a sugared whiskey drink.
Sounds of her eagerly sucking Sage's dick mingle with Calder's happy growl with her pussy in his mouth and slick dripping down his face and neck. I have so many things I wish I could whisper in her ear, but I need to make this fast. I came in for one thing; I have to remind myself.
Tapping Cald on the shoulder with my knuckle, I let him know I'm next to him.
He pulls away long enough to see me and, with a nudge of my chin, scoots back with a mild confusion at why I'm here.
I mean to simply lean down and pool some of her slick into my hand, onto my fingers.
It's not enough. Every instinct in me is screaming to do more, to please her and ease her ache, even for a few seconds.
My two middle fingers slip easily into her swollen cunt and my eyes close at the warmth and sensation of having her simply moving to ride my fingers.
Pumping in and out of her a handful of times, I pull back and rub my hands together to spread her slick and scent over my skin.
I touch a little of it on my neck and lean back down to gather what's dripping down her thighs and swipe through her pussy again.
I can feel Calder's eyes on me, can feel his curiosity at what I'm doing.
Turning to leave, I purposefully twist in the opposite direction to avoid making eye contact.
In the seconds prior to the door opening, I swear I hear his soft, amused huff of a laugh, but he doesn't say anything. A blush tints my cheeks, knowing he might suspect my secret motives.
Stepping out and closing the door behind me in a hurry, Adrian turns from where he's seemingly pacing. The effect I'm hoping for is immediate. I can see the change, the moment his instincts flood to the surface.
With a rough snarl, he backs me into the wall of the darkened hallway outside the nest room, hand around my throat.
"Are you trying to antagonize me?" he growls, leaning into my face.
Holding me where he wants me, he buries his nose into my neck, audibly sniffing and groaning.
"You put her slick on your fucking neck, didn't you?
" he chuckles darkly, pupils blown. "Are you trying to push me? "
"I don't need to. You would've scented her on me anyway." I swallow, my adam's apple bobbing against his wide palm.
"Is that right?" Adrian's mouth claims mine in a bruising kiss, tongue pushing its way inside my mouth, and fuck, the times I've dreamed and replayed these moments in my head when he wasn't around. My groans match his, my free hand inching to pull down his sleep pants.
None of this was a part of our plan. Any bravado is quickly leeching away, nerves sending tremors to the tips of my fingers. My fingers stall.
My other hand is still curled, trying to hold onto the slick and come I gathered from her source for a specific reason. Doubt starts to muddle my mind. Fuck, can I actually do this? He's the one who makes the move every time. He's the one who initiates our kisses and touches.
"You have no idea how hard it's been, listening to you and her together for the last fucking week," he growls.
"How h-hard it's been? O-or how hard you've been?" I stutter, failing to hide my partial nerves. I'm a mess, but he set himself up for that one.
The smile that lights his face sends shivers down my spine, happiness radiating from him into me. Those amber eyes trace my features, landing back on my parted lips. For good measure, I slip my tongue out in what hopefully is a tease.
The growl-morphed-purr eases a little of my tension, realizing…
he might really want this. A shaky breath escapes me, head leaning back against the wall.
I turn slightly, opening my neck to him in submission and lightly tugging on his wrist to remove the palm wrapped around it.
"Please." I'm not even sure if the word is loud enough to register, but the warm, wet, exploring tongue on my throat sure confirms it is.
We each do little to suppress the groans and sighs, muted between the walls of the small space.
Adrian devours her slick from my neck, only urged on more, hips meeting mine.
My lids flutter closed at the sensation, carried away at the unbelievable barrage of feeling.
Between our cocks brushing, his deep growls in my ear, and messy tongue on my neck and earlobe, I couldn't focus on a single other thing if I wanted to.
"So fucking addictive."
Eyes peeking open, I inch my hand in between us, watching as his hips slow, seeing his gaze focused on the movement. With a graze over the considerable bulge, I trail my fingers to his waistband, pausing…waiting, heart pounding in my ears. "Can…I?" I breathe out softly.
Eyes snap to mine, bouncing back and forth, brows drawn together. As the seconds pass, I deny the overwhelming urge to pull away, to run. I can't run, though. Even if this goes miserably, I still have to finish this for our omega.
Finally, finally, a jagged, rough nod grants me permission, allowing my lungs to expand.
A quick tug and the fabric falls easily at his feet, his cock springing free.
The slick still gathered in my hand coats and drips down his hard length as I purposefully cover him in our omega's fluids.
His palm rests against the wall behind my head, eyelids lowered in lust as he looks at me and then down to where my hand pumps over him.
"One day, I'm going to return the favor and make you pay for this," he whispers roughly.
The images that single sentence has conjured make my mouth fall open, panting as I watch every movement and expression on his gorgeous face.
The pressure around my wrist stops my movements as he brings my hand to his mouth.
Our eyes never parting, he licks my hand, starting at my wrist. The warmth and muscle of his tongue dances and consumes every drop of our omega's perfumed slick just before he sucks my fingers into his mouth, cheeks hollowing out, making my own cock jump at the sight.
Opaline's groans grow louder, her breathing a mirror of her apparent pleasure, even through the door as she reaches climax.
It's the only thing so far that's gotten Adrian to close his eyes and lose focus from my hand as he listens to the beautiful noises she makes.
"What the fuck happened to just getting my scent on you after I jacked off?
Huh?" he grits out. He's visibly fighting his primal for control, and I briefly wonder if I'm pushing him too hard.
Because he's right, this absolutely was not the plan.
I was going to get skin-to-skin contact in to absorb his pheromones and collect his come after he made himself orgasm.
All to take back to our omega in an effort to trick her primal instincts into contentment, thereby ending her cycle.
"If you don't want this," I pant out, "I can stop. I'll stop."
"Don't you fucking dare." His snarl echoes through the dark space, mouth attacking mine in a claiming, near-feral kiss.
The weight of his body presses into me by way of his hips, so our cocks grind against each other.
My eyes roll back with a gasp at the sensation.
It's a tease and not nearly enough. Pulling back and spitting on my hand, I reach between us, Opaline's slick and come a mess between our overheated skin.
Squeezing both of us to ease the ache I pray he must be feeling too, I pump my hand rhythmically, hips moving with a mind of their own.
He watches the space between us, gaze locked on both of our cocks fucking my hand.
"God, I used to—" I moan, continuing my admission, hand speeding up and focusing on our tips the best I can with our height difference. "Used to fantasize about this," I breathe.
"Used to, huh?" his face lights up in that rare, boyish charm I see less and less frequently. It does something to me, butterflies trying to flee from my stomach. Leaning in towards my ear, like he can't hold the eye contact with his next words, he hides his face, whispering, "Me too."
It's like all the air is sucked out of the hallway as his hand covers mine, moving with me, adding to the pressure on all sides.
Pulling back, he looks at me, brows slightly furrowed as he searches my face, studying me.
I move without thought, our lips meeting again and again until it's all too much.
I'm going to come. Based on the moisture coating Adrian's skin and the tenseness to his muscles, he's right there with me.
"Wanna k-know what you look like when you come," I plead, desperate for it.
The shock is genuine as his lips part, pulling back just before our combined groans of pleasure erupt. Warmth spreads between us, coating our hands, and all I can do is watch the feral edge on his face as we reach our peaks together, his lips pulled back in a snarl.
Our movements slow, breathing following, as we fall into gentle, dare say it, loving kisses.
"Who knew our sweet boy had such a dirty mouth," he laughs with a sigh.
I smile back. But the air feels thick with everything still unsaid, and it's crashing into me too soon.
We stay like this for seconds, for what feels like too long, before I go to speak and leave; my job done, unsure.
"Hey, nuh uh." He grips my jaw softly, pulling my eyes back up to his.
"I don't know what that look was, but I'm here with you, Rett.
Like, really here." His head tilts, studying me and I nod.
"I know you need to go back in. But just know, I don't…
regret this. Not at all. Not even a little. "
That's all it takes for me to breathe again; a function I had lost, apparently, in the seconds prior. "I, um, I appreciate you saying that. Thank you." I bumble awkwardly, painfully aware.
His lips tilt to one side in a slight smirk. "Now, go on. Take care of our omega." Fuck. Our omega. To hear him say it feels like the sky opening up to reveal the sun after a rainy day.
Gathering our come off our combined hands and stomachs, I do exactly that.