I lick deeper this time, flicking my tongue across her clit, and then tracing it down to thrust inside of her, there’s so much slick it’s dripping down the blankets, and I kind of want to call Jacks in here to help, so we don’t waste it. I don’t normally even think of sex and my pack mates at the same time, but all the time we’vespent together in the nest lately, it seems like the next logical thing. I don’t find them attractive, but I know omegas usually like being shared.
Fuck, I hope she likes being shared.
She’s moaning and writhing on the bed, and I have to wrap one hand around her hip and hold her down with my hand splayed across her pelvis. I cover as much of her core as I can with my mouth, using my tongue like I want to use my cock, thrusting it into her over and over, collecting all her slick. She tastes like heaven, but I can’t seem to get her to orgasm this way. I use two fingers, sliding inside her, she’s so fucking tight, and I’m about to come before I can even get inside her. My other hand is still splayed across her pelvis, keeping her pinned.
She is bucking and rolling her hips along with the thrust of my fingers, and her hands come down, scratching along my hand and arm, flailing for purchase. I cover her clit with my mouth, and flick my tongue a few times before sucking hard on her little nub. Her channel clamps down tight on my fingers, trying to suck them back in–her nails score my skin. I think I might be bleeding, but I don’t care at this point, as she lets out a long, keening cry before collapsing limp on the bed.
I pull my fingers out, sucking and licking to make sure I get all her slick. And slide onto the bed beside her. Her eyes are closed and her muscles languid as she smiles up at me.
“Pretty Kitten, do you feel better?" She rolls against me, rubbing her face on my chest.
“Thank you alpha." She kisses and licks between my pecs and I am about to come all over her stomach if this keeps up, my balls ache from being denied, but I need to make sure.
“Candice. I think your heat started, is it ok if I go get Gabe and the others?” Gabe, specifically, since he is the head of our pack, but I know Xan and Jacks will want to be here too.
Her eyes shine up at me, “Leo, please…I want you." I pray to any god that will listen to give me patience and resistance right now.
“You can have me omega, I’m yours. But do you want the others as well? Can we knot you, and bond you. Please, this is important." She tries to rub her hands down my chest and stomach, but I pull her hands away, and she starts to pout.
I stand up and she whimpers again, reaching for me. I hate being the responsible one.
But temptation is a difficult burden to bear, and I only manage to make it to the door of the nest, yelling out for Gabe or Xan to come upstairs now, before she gets a chance to drag me back to the bed, because I know I can’t resist anymore.
Chapter 40
Knowing someone is big is not quite the same thing asknowing someone is big!Case in point, Leo is a tall guy, I think Jacks told me he was 6 '7, and there are times I want to climb him like a tree and feel what it’s like being that tall. By the law of averages, this would mean that Leo is also well endowed, and holy fucking shit, I’m not sure if that’s going to fit.
I know omegas are made to be stretchy, and yeah, logic dictates that if a baby can come out of that then a giant penis should be able to go in. But the tree analogy was not far off, and that thing is like a fucking log. My inner omega gives a little happy wiggle.
That bitch is crazy.
My mind is clearer than it was, Leo has long thick fingers and he knows how to use them. But now I’m burning up again, I feellike my skin’s on fire, and I need him to come back here and knot me properly, but he keeps trying to pull away. It’s enough to make a confident and empowered omega cry…and I’m neither of those things. I sniff loudly, feeling even worse about myself. Who starts crying in the middle of their heat? I know it’s not attractive, and I doubt it’s doing me any favors with my already squishy body.
I curl in on myself, trying to cry quietly. It hurts, and I need a knot, but I can understand why Leo doesn't want me…the man is gorgeous, the whole pack is, and I’m kind of a frumpy nerd. I wish I’d paid more attention to how to be attractive, when all the girls talked in high school about makeup and exercise and giggled about how to seduce somebody, I just didn’t care. It was never important to me, but now I feel like I’m missing some pretty crucial knowledge.
A big warm body curls against my back, and the scent of oranges is stronger than the chai right now, zesty. It’s not fair, this man smells like a hot cup of tea and an orange roll, fuck. I curl farther into myself, trying to get as small as I can, but his big arms wrap around me, keeping me from hiding. “I know it hurts, Kitten, I’m here to help, just tell me what you need."
But how can I tell him like this…I need a knot, oh could you lower your standards just for a few days. Once again, the logical part of my brain tells me that he wouldn’t touch me if he didn’t find me attractive. He wouldn’t be curled up against my back with a lead pipe pressed against my ass if he didn’t want me…but anxiety, ain’t she a bitch. She says it’s allpheromones and nobody could really want me, I can’t stop my body’s shaking from the need and the tears, and I don’t have the courage to tell him what’s wrong.
He squeezes me tighter. “Ok, Kitten, let’s try this…do you want to wait for Jacks or Gabe? We can do that, but is there any way I might be an acceptable substitute? If not, I’m going to need to go take a really cold shower and have a lie down, alone, with a lot of lube." He pauses, kissing the back of my shoulder.
“It’s ok if you don’t want me, I know I’m not dominant like Gabe, or fun like Jacks or super smart like Xan…I’m just kind of a big freak of nature." He sighs and kisses my hair.
“Do I need to beg here? Because I need you, I’m so hard it hurts, and if you don’t want me, I would really rather not be here when they come in." He hugs me tight, but my brain is still trying to process what he’s talking about when his arms loosen and he pulls away.
It takes me longer than it should for all that to filter through, hormones or pain, I don’t know, but I roll over and grab his hand before he can leave the bed. I pull, and he lets me bring him close. He looks so sad, and it’s such a far cry from his usual easy-going smile that I start crying for both of us. “It’s ok, Kitten, I know what I am." He kisses my hair but I don’t let him pull away again.
Grabbing his face, I pull his mouth to mine. While I’m probably salty and unappealing...I don’t think Miss Omega Manners ever covered how to deal with anxiety crying during a heat. I never read her column anyway, so that's just a guess.
He doesn’t leave me guessing for long, after the first few tentative kisses Leo is kissing me back, sucking on my lips, and I gasp in surprise–he uses that opening to thrust his tongue into my mouth. I writhe against him as his big hands hold me down, caging me in as he plunders my mouth. He’s all I can feel, everywhere and everything I need, devouring my moans and whimpers, his possessive growl rumbling across my skin, making my nipples harden and more slick gush from my core.
He leans over me, his knee going between my thighs, spreading me wide for him, one of his big hands slides down to my hip, holding me in place as he drops and rolls his body against mine, the other fists tightly into my hair as he ravages my mouth. I feel like I’m going to combust if he doesn’t fuck me soon, but when I try to pull away to ask, I can’t, I’m trapped by his hands and tongue and teeth, and I do the only thing I can–I bite him.
He pulls back, looking down at me, his pupils are blown wide, and he’s breathing heavily. His hand on my hip moves up to touch his lip and the tiny drop of blood there. His eyes flick to the blood on his fingers and back to me, regret mars his face.
“Please, Leo…my alpha. I need you inside me. Please, it hurts, I need you." A flash of relief crosses his features before kisses me again, fast and sweet, but with copper tints to his orange flavor. He hooks his arm around my waist and pulls me higher on the bed.
“How do you want me omega? Do you want to present for me?" I immediately roll over, scrambling up onto my hands and knees before dropping my arms and looking back over myshoulder at him, he runs his hands over my hips, then up my spine, raising goosebumps.
