Her warm hands slide under my shirt and up my chest; it feels like sparks are going off beneath my skin. She’s still straddlingmy lap and grinding against me as her palms come up and cup my face, pulling me in for a kiss. She’s so fucking perfect, with her smiles and her bright eyes. Her lips are soft against mine, and I close my eyes, reticent to stop looking at her, but needing to focus on the sensation. Nothing’s been made official, and I don’t know if I’ll ever get to touch her like this again, so I need to be able to remember this for the rest of my life.
She’s so warm against me, and I trace my hands from her hips up to brush my thumbs across her ribs before circling behind her and pulling her tiny frame towards mine. She’s so much smaller than me. Taller than most omegas, but not as plush. She’s still all gentle curves pressed against my harder frame, and I pull away slightly to yank my shirt over my head. Needing to feel that softness against my skin, I touch her with my calloused fingertips. Doing my residency at the hospital for these months has roughened the flesh of my hands, and I internally curse myself for not using lotion more to keep myself soft for her. I never want to hurt her again.
Her nipples feel like hard little pebbles rubbing against my chest as I bury my face in her neck and take in as much of her scent as possible. There’s still the undercurrent of Teddy’s cookie and Sam’s fresh cut cedar, but her own trace of lilac is life, and I pull her tighter to me, huffing against her shoulder, trying to breathe her in.
Her nails scrape down my back and she wiggles against me, giggling.
Shit, I forgot how ticklish she is.
Taking the chance, I bite down none too gently where her neck meets her shoulder and I’m rewarded with a dark, shuddering moan, her hips twitching against mine. Her scent gets stronger and,fuck me, but I need to taste her. I roll us so that she’s laying across the top of the bed and I’m on top, trailing tickling kisses with nipping bites down her collarbones. I stop for a moment totake one tight peak into my mouth. Laving my tongue over her hot skin before she starts wiggling again, I bite lightly, drawing another whimpering groan from her lips.
My teeth scrape over her flat stomach, and my mind flashes a brief image of a lazy morning snuggled in bed, intimate in another way, vulnerable as I see just how much I can tickle her before she gets angry at me. I want those; slow mornings, late coffee mornings, mornings where we just cuddle together and talk. She can tell me about growing up here, her family, what it’s like being a beta...or anything she feels like, really. I just like the sound of her voice, her laughter. I’m momentarily tempted to blow a raspberry on her stomach just to hear her shriek and giggle like I know she would.
But I don’t know if those mornings will ever get to happen, so I need to taste her while I can. Sear her into my memory in case Sam makes us leave or our father pulls us away again. I finally understand what happened to Steve, how my fun-loving, happy-go-lucky twin turned into a morose asshole, a shadow of his former self.
Kelly’s hand in my hair brings me back to the moment. My gaze following the planes of her body up to meet her eyes. She silently asks if I’m ok, her long fingers gently brushing through my hair and down my jaw. I turn my head and stop dead at the sight of Teddy pressed between Sam and my brother. Kelly lets out a sharp gasp and my eyes are drawn back to her face as she’s suddenly mesmerized by the trio at the end of the bed.
If this is my only time with her, I better make it count. I slide farther along the mattress, nipping against her hip-bone to draw her attention back to me before I finally make it to her mound. This close to her core, her scent's stronger, and my mouth waters for a taste. I’ve been told that omegas taste like their scent. Which means it’s probably good they smell like dessert, but I’ve never experienced that. Until Kelly, I’d never really beenkissed. I didn’t see a point in getting attached to someone I was marginally physically attracted to if there was no way to keep them.
Taking a deep breath, my head fills with her subtle lilac scent, and something musky and slightly sweet. Keeping my eyes fixed on hers, I trace my tongue up her slit, soft and swollen with arousal. Slippery enough that my second pass slips inside, tracing over the more delicate skin. Her flavor bursts across my taste buds, and my eyes slip closed, savoring a taste I could happily wake up to for the rest of my life.
Wedging my shoulders under her thighs, I fall upon her, needing to lick up every last drop. I barely register her low guttural moan or her hands yanking at my hair. I don’t even know if I’m doing this right. I just know I need to taste more of her. Using my fingers to bring more of her flavor out, I pump inside her, lapping up everything I can, her cries loud in my ears as I nip and suck against her tender places. Her body shakes and jack-knifes around me, almost dislodging me from my feast. I open my eyes to meet hers—they’re glassy, and her skin's flushed. Her chest rises and falls rapidly with her panting breath, and she looks between me and the trio on the other end of the bed.
Turning my head, I’m momentarily stunned seeing my brother pulled tight against Teddy’s chest. His back arched forward as the big omega grips his hair tightly, pulling his head back and rutting into him. Sam stands beside him, hand wrapping behind Steve's neck, voice soft and almost gentle. “That’s it, my sweet boy. Let it out. You’re safe. Shhhh. It’s ok.”
Sam closes his hand over Teddy’s wrist, squeezing just tight enough that he has to let my brother’s hair go, and Steve drops forward, his head flopping against Sam’s chest, and I hear a muffled sob. The bigger alpha strokes his hair and holds him as he continues to make quiet, comforting noises.
I feel like I’m intruding, like I shouldn’t be seeing this private moment. Especially not involving my brother. I crawl up Kelly’s prone form. Still wanting to hold her, to touch her, to feel her against me. But my own arousal's gone from witnessing my brother breaking down between the love of his life and a big alpha that doesn’t look like he has a nurturing bone in his body. I need to have her in my arms. My mind's a muddled haze, and I can’t tell if this pack's the best possible outcome for us, or the worst.
Chapter 44
Ithink we’re all a little emotionally wiped out after that, but I still need to feed my pack. Even if they aren’t all my pack, or not officially my pack...however the fuck this works out. Teddy and Kelly are mine for as long as they’ll have me. Steve and Garret...if they want to stay, I won’t stop them.
Shit, I could probably use a hand around here. Kelly works part time, but I’m not sure I can support five adults with just the shop. What was it Kelly said? “We’ll jump off that bridge when we come to it.” I don’t think that’s how the saying's supposed to go, but the girl is a lot crazier than I originally realized. In a good way, but she’s definitely gonna keep this old man on his toes.
Teddy comes out of the bathroom leading a limp looking Steve in a long sleeve shirt and sweats. I wonder briefly at the full coverage clothes, but the kid looks like he’s about ready to fall over and sleep for a month. Not that he’s actually a kid, he’s a couple years older than Teddy, but still only twenty-seven to my thirty-four.
Fuck, how do I keep collecting these youngsters. Kelly’s laying limp and satiated at the top of the bed with Garret wrappedaround her like a blanket. His face is buried in her hair and despite the fact that he didn’t seem to get off, he looks peaceful.
Though I can’t forget how he looked earlier perched between my beta’s thighs eating her like a fucking Thanksgiving dinner, and later the look of deep introspection when he saw his brother break. But Steve needed to, he’s been so high-strung since he got here, pulled back and forth, jealous of Kelly, wanting to apologize but not knowing how to talk to Teddy. All they seem to do is sit in silence. He seemed like he was about to snap when I walked out of the shower earlier. He needed to let go, and I’m hoping now that he has, things can move forward.
There seems to be a whole lot of shit going on with these two. I’ve heard part of it, but not the whole story. Maybe I can get more information outta them before this damned snow finally clears off. Until then, I’m gonna take care of what I can…maybe use them as free labor to get the nest done faster. Smiling to myself, I pull a clean shirt over my head and head downstairs, leaving my pack and their paramours to get cleaned up and settled down while I try to figure out what to feed everyone.
I let Jake out the back door and he tears off through the snow—at least that finally stopped coming down—and sort through the fridge for easy but hearty food to feed everyone. It looks like there’s a sandwich on a plate in here. I don’t realize how hungry I am until it’s in front of me. But I don’t want to eat someone else’s food. It’s my job to take care of my pack, not take away from them.
It’s harder to not think about eating when you’re trying to decide on what to cook. Beans and rice would be good but take too long. Any sort of Tex-Mex would be hearty, but I don’t know what’s thawed out that would work for it. Maybe something with pasta, that’s usually quick and easy. I still need to make Teddy and Kelly a proper tomato soup, but I don’t have the patience for it right now, maybe tomorrow. Plus, we just did soup last night. Idon’t want them to think I’m a one-trick pony. Leaning forward, I drop my head to the counter. Fuck, I am fucking sore and tired right now.
The sound of scraping on the back door draws my attention, and I stand up too fast to go let Jake in. The word pitches and spins for a few seconds while I hold a death grip on the counter. Fucking hell. Once I can take a step without feeling like I’m on the tilt-a-whirl, I go open the back door and almost get plowed over by Jake. He rushes in, casting me dirty looks for taking so long to open the door.Shit.
Voices sound in the living room, and he bolts that way, almost knocking me over in the process. My head swims again, and I’m forced to lean against the island to keep from kissing the floor. I hear a stern, “No. Down. We don’t jump up,” from Kelly, and Jake slinks back into the room a moment later, looking dejected. He’s so damned spoiled, and it’s been less than a week.
She arrives a moment later and I’m still gripping the counter, trying to stay upright. “Shit, Sam, are you alright?” Garret’s voice breaks through the buzz in my ears and I manage to lift my head as the world swims in front of me. He and Kelly each grab one of my arms and half lead/half drag me back into the living room, helping me drop to the couch. Kelly sits beside me, a worried look on her face. Her cool hands run over my forehead and cheeks.
“What happened? Are you ok? Do we need to take you to the hospital?” My sweet girl sounds worried, but it’s not her place to worry.
I shake my head, making everything spin around me before I swallow and manage to speak. “No. No, thank you, Sugar. I just...I get low blood sugar sometimes. I completely forgot to eat since breakfast, and it just seems to have all caught up with me at once. Thank fuck it wasn’t on the stairs earlier.” I chuckle at my own joke, but she just looks horrified.
“Sorry, Sugar. Don’t worry, it happens. I’ll be fine. I just need to get something in my stomach real quick, then get started on dinner.”
