I repeat the motion, supporting my weight like a pushup, rolling out and then snapping forward, her cries get louder, and she starts mumbling and cursing with each following thrust. I can feel the sweat between my shoulder-blades, but I can’t stop. I am so fucking close.
She moans and writhes beneath me, my dandelion goddess, looking more disheveled by the moment, and I can’t hold back anymore. I balance on one arm, and reach down to flick over her clit like I did before with my tongue and suddenly she is squeezing me so fucking tight, I can barely move. My hips stutter, not sure what to do, as her hands scramble across my shoulders and chest, seeking purchase, pulling me closer.
“Knot, Jacks, please…I want your knot. Please Jacks.”
And my body takes over before my brain fully registers, pushing forward against the resistance. She is still so slick, and that’s the only reason I can force my knot inside, where it locks us together, and I come so hard I feel like all my energy drains away with it. So, not just a goddess, but a succubus.
I can think of worse ways to go.
Chapter 28
Jacks took Candice home this afternoon, she collected the rest of her clothes, since we’re not sure how long she’ll be staying with us. It just feels right having her here, like some piece was missing, but now everything is how it is supposed to be. Her scent is already all over the house, and I can’t help but smile watching her and my pack together.
She likes helping Jacks out in the kitchen. She says she does better at baking dessert stuff than dinner, but the way they bounce off of each other, or I guess don’t bounce off of each other while both working in that small area makes no sense. They seem to just move around each other without saying anything, almost like a dance, and I like it.
Jacks and Xan have set her up in the spare room, right next to the nest, and while it works for now, I think we are gonna need to rearrange a few things, maybe move the nest downstairs, and convert the den. Not like we use it anyway, I never did understand the need for a den and a living room, but the househad it, and right now it is mostly just storage. I’ll talk to the pack later tonight and get their ideas. I think it might be better for her heat since the room is bigger, and downstairs, closer to the kitchen, but not as secure as upstairs.
Even now I’m wondering if it’s too soon to ask if she wants to move in here permanently. I can safely say that all of us want her here, but I don’t wanna push her to do something that makes her uncomfortable, especially so soon after this shit with her house. All I want is for her to feel safe, and make sure she is comfortable here, but I fuckin’ hate waiting.
Xan and Leo are cleaning up the kitchen now. Xan’s already had 6 people contact him about the mechanic positions, so at least we have some place to start. I should probably go over the applicants with him tonight, but we spent a lot of time the last couple days doing catch up with Trey still out sick. This is the first time he’s asked for time off since we hired him, so I don’t feel comfortable saying no, but his timing could’ve been better.
All I want right now is to cuddle up on the couch with a sweet little omega in my lap until she falls asleep again, then carry her into the nest, and sleep for a full 8 hours. Another point in favor of moving it downstairs, no fear of her tripping going up or down the stairs.
Why the hell did we buy a two story house anyway.
If we have kids that’s something we will need to worry about too.
I wonder if the guys will be ok turning the old nest room into a nursery, or if we should consider Xan’s idea of addingon.
What the hell is wrong with me, when did I start thinking about kids. Shit!
I shake my head to dislodge the wild thoughts that are swirling around in there, better just go grab a shower for now, I can sort all this out tomorrow. Heading up the stairs I pull my shirt off as I go. The sooner I can get under the hot water the sooner I can get these damned muscles in my neck to relax. I know Candice is safe here, but whoever the fuck is after her has a lot of pain coming their way if I get ahold of them.
I hear talking coming from the end of the hall, what used to be the guest room, and I walk that way, just a quick check in to make sure everything's ok. But when I pass the nest the door is wide open and hot damn…it smells like Candice, Jacks, and a lot of sex.
Smells like they weren’t just busy going back to her old place today.
Fuck, smells like a fucking holiday coffee shop…and now I’m hard. Well, fuck.
Turning around, I can take care of this in the shower. There’s no reason for her to feel awkward just cause I can’t control how my body reacts to her, but I draw up short when I hear the voice break with a loud sob. I rush back to her room, I don’t wanna intrude, but I need to make sure she’s ok.
Looks like Jacks and Xan cleaned up as much as they could. Hell, those two probably already have a 12 step fuckin’ plan to get her to move in, starting with getting all her pictures fixed or replaced and hanging them up here.
When we were kids, Xan insisted on trying to teach me how to play chess. Unfortunately, his attempts included thinking seven steps ahead, bullshit, was just confusing as hell. Nope, he and Jacks like to play it together, and Xan most often wins–but not always–and I think that’s cause Jacks is a crazy fucker who never plans for anything and so Xan can’t predict his moves. But I tried a few times, and I just can’t think that way, I can’t plan ahead like that.
Also got tired of the two of them handing me my ass when I tried to play. No real point in it if you lose every damned time.
Candice sits on the floor, beside a stack of torn and beat up old photos. Some of them are in decent shape, she seems to have them scattered around her on the floor in various piles, depending on how badly damaged they are. She is holding one to her chest, her head bent over it, big tears rolling down her cheeks, and before I know what’s what, I am sitting behind her, arms around her, and pulling her into my lap. I’ve never purred before Candice, but now I can’t seem to stop the one that rumbles out of me. It’s not as smooth as Leo or Jacks, but her body softens against me despite all that.
“Shhhh, it’s ok, little omega, what’s wrong? I bet we can fix it.” Fuck, I don’t know if I can fix anything but a car, but I damned sure aim to try. Anything to help her be happy again. Her sniffles slowly die down as I rock us both back and forth, holding her and rumbling like I need my muffler replaced.
“It’s just...It’s my grandpa, or his picture…and my parents' pictures. They’re all I have to remember them by. I keptmeaning to scan ‘em in, make digital copies, you know…but stuff kept happening, and I never had time, and now…” She lets out a loud sob, shaking in my arms again.
“It’s ok, sweet girl. It’s ok. Shhh.” I continue to rock, and rub my jaw along her hair, catching the fine strands in my stubble. “I can guarantee you that if Jacks and Xan don’t know how to fix these already, then they’ll figure it out right quick. They’re the two smartest bastards I know, this is nothin’ for ‘em. Don’t you worry, we’re here now, ok?”
I wish I still had my shirt on, as she rubs her face against my chest…it feels hot and sticky in my chest hair and now I really need that shower.
But, hey, bonus, no more boner.
