“She wants your clothes for her nest, Spence. That’s a good thing. Sorry, we already raided your room for blankets and pillows, and she spent a few minutes just rolling around on those. I’ve heard about nesting instincts, but it’s really interesting to see.” He keeps talking even as I frantically pull off my sweatpants and shirt, putting them directly into her hands. She looks me up and down, staring pointedly at my boxer briefs for a few seconds before meeting my eyes—a look of frustration creases her brow. “Yup, she wants all of it, sorry, Bro.” Paul’s smile is huge as he stares between the two of us, and it just getswider when a tiny feminine growl threads through the room as she stares intently at my underwear.
Shit, I guess there’s no helping it. I step out of those too, and a pleased smile replaces her earlier look of annoyance as she brings the whole pile of fabric to her stomach and starts rubbing everything over her skin. After a few minutes of rolling around on them and rubbing my shirt over her neck, she tucks them into the little blanket circle she’s created around the edge of the mattress, then buries her face in the pile of pillows, her shoulders relaxing slightly.
Suddenly she sits up, looking around the rest of the room like something’s missing. She stares at each of us in turn, an almost animalistic tilt of her head as she tries to see around each of our bodies. A high, pathetic whine slices through the air as she continues her frantic search for whatever it is. Finally, looking at the nest she’s built, she climbs carefully over the border and walks towards Greg, pulling his arm until he follows her, and then walks around behind him to shove him towards the bed. The beta just shrugs his shoulders and climbs carefully over the edge so as not to disturb her work. She walks towards Paul and me, looking up, meeting each of our eyes before circling around behind us. When she comes back to the front, she looks upset, a sad little whimper coming from her throat.
Paul looks surprised for a moment, then almost apologetic. I don’t know how much of it she understands at this point. She seems to mostly be running on instinct right now. “I’m sorry Sarah, we don’t know what Alistair’s doing. I left him a message telling him he didn’t have to be here, but that you wanted him. I even made sure he knew the invitation wasn’t from me so he didn’t feel pressured one way or the other. I’m sorry.” He reaches out to cup her jaw, and she rubs against him like a cat, big tears gathering in her eyes before sliding down her flushedcheeks. His muttered, “Fuck,” is all the motive I need to turn. I’ll go get our pack-lead, so he can explain what the issue is.
She doesn’t like me leaving, and Greg scrambles off the bed—almost upsetting her nest—in an effort to stop her from chasing after me. Out of the corner of my eye, I watch him scoop her up and carry her back to the mattress, distracting her with a kiss until she melts against him. My erection, already painfully obvious, bobs up and down as I hurry down the hallway. Al’s about to get an eyeful, and it’s his own damned fault for leaving our girl waiting.
Alistair
The loud knocking on my bedroom door draws me out of the self-pity spiral that’s taking place on the cold bathroom floor. Why can’t I just talk to people? Why can’t I just talk toher? She’s an omega, I’m an alpha; we’re biologically compatible. She’s a bit of a psycho, but at least that’s entertaining, and she doesn’t act like any omega I’ve met before. Though maybe that’s what it is—an act. I hope not, Spencer is already in love with her…fuck, I hope it’s the real her. She’s feisty as shit and it’s amusing to see them together because he’s just so reserved incomparison. He’ll talk to anyone, but he’s usually so calm about it. I don’t thinkshecan enter a room without making a scene…and friends.
Dragging myself up and forcing my useless legs to lock and hold me vertical takes longer than it should. Whatever malaise has come over me seems like more than mere depression—then again, the complete collapse of your life and all your hopes for the future could have that effect on anyone, I suppose. I plod across my room as another volley of pounding assaults the door, shaking the frame. Spencer’s voice is loud on the other side. “I get it if you’re rubbing one out right now, her scent is making it hard to focus real well…but just answer the door now, I need to talk to you!” What the hell is he even talking about?
Turning the lock, I throw open the door, standing before him—still completely dressed to prove that I am, in fact, not “rubbing one out.” Instead of the smiling packmate I’m expecting, I’m affronted with his naked chest…oh god, he’s completely naked…and erect. Jesus, I knew he was big because, well,he’s big…but is the omega going to survive? Do I care? Wait, is it already over? Don’t these things normally take days? I know I’ve been wallowing for a while now, but that seems awfully quick. Maybe this was just a spike or something, and he’s come to ask me to go to the store for an item he forgot. I perk up at the idea of having an excuse to escape, even for a short time.
Desperate to keep my eyes above waist level, I stare intently at his face, waiting for him to tell me what he needs. His ears turn red, and he looks frustrated, which, of course he would be if it already ended and he’s still like…this. I take a tentative breath through my nose and realize I don’t smell her on him. Her scent still hangs heavy in the air, but it’s not attached to him. Finally giving up and wanting out of this situation, I just ask. Straightforward is usually the best direction with this alpha. “Spencer…not that it’s not lovely to see…so much of you. Truly,but…what are you doing here? Don’t you have an omega that needs tending to?”
His blush deepens as he turns slightly to look back towards the nest, a small smile playing around the edges of his lips. But the expression that turns back to me is hard, more determination that I normally see from him coming into play. Even his voice is hard, all his usual resolve not to make waves is gone as he confronts me. “What’s going on, Al? Why have you locked yourself in here? You look terrible.” Thank you so much. “I mean…I get that you don’t like her, but…is it really that bad to be around her? Paul said it was your choice, and it is. You don’t ever have to do anything you don’t want to. But I’m not gonna make her cry for you. If you don’t want her, you have to come tell her yourself. She keeps looking around like something’s missing and can’t seem to get settled in her nest. So you need to come talk to her. I’ll help pick up the pieces afterwards ’cause you’re family and we take care of each other, but she deserves the truth from you.”
My mind spins and whirls, trying to understand what the hell he’s talking about. My mouth opens, ready to refute his statements. Then snaps closed as I spin and frantically search for where I left my phone. Have I fucked up in some way, the complete opposite of how I previously thought I was going to fuck up? Snatching my phone from the charger, I open my text messages, scrolling down to see several walls of text from Paul. The final one is short and to the point.
Pick up the fucking phone. I hate texting. These keys are too fucking small to use properly. Fine, I’ll leave you a voicemail, but you better listen to the whole damned thing. Because I’m tired of autocorrect and retyping ship…ARGH!!! not fixing that one.
My head swivels, taking in my very large, very imposing,very nakedpackmate still standing in the doorway like some sortof well-endowed golem. My voice shakes as I finally admit the truth. “I thought she…I only listened to part of Paul’s message. He said I didn’t have to be there, that he couldn’t invite me.” My throat feels like it cracks open as the last bit spills out. “I thought she didn’t want me. I’ve been an asshole. She’s right not to want to put up with my moody bullshit.”
He sighs, stepping into my private space and reaching out to put a big hand on my shoulder. “You’ve totally been a moody asshole, but you’re our moody asshole. And it seems like shedoeswant you. So get your pillows and blankets and move your ass, ’cause I don’t know how long Greg can keep her distracted without a knot.” He turns abruptly, his feet pounding a hurried rhythm down the hall. The sound of his steps fade away but his voice returns a few moments later. “Um…never mind, he’s got this. So you have time to brush your teeth before you come to the nest. Your breath smells like barf.”
Yeah, my mouth still tastes pretty gross too.
Chapter 73
My mind feels like it’s coming back up after a hard reboot; everything feels surreal as fuck right now. I could see and feel what was happening earlier: the whining, the slick, the demanding fabric and clothes from near strangers, but the absolute obsession with making a nest seemed to take over every mental function I had. Not that it’s not a nice nest. Spence truly outdid himself on this room. But it’s never fun feeling hijacked by my inner omega when she gets this way. At least I can well and truly say that my heat is starting now. I can’t say about other omegas, but I never get this obsessed with bedding materials unless I’m starting my heat. I love a soft duvet, but this is closer to compulsion.
Greg is kissing the inside of my thigh gently, his fingers and mouth coated in my juices. I’m so lucky I found him…but, it still feels like something’s missing. As my mind starts to tuneinto our surroundings, I realize that Paul is watching us from across the room, and maybe I should be embarrassed, but the hunger in his gaze makes me feel desired and sexy. Something I haven’t had much of in my life, at least not until Greg. I’m usually too much—or not enough—for packs. Sure, I’m an omega and therefore fuckable, but there’s a difference between wanting someone and wanting to fuck them.
My beta raises up, wiping his lips. He chuckles quietly. “I feel like a glazed donut right now. They weren’t kidding about slick, were they?” Spence comes through the door, and something in my chest loosens. That’s what was missing, my big alpha. My gaze wanders between him and Paul, and while I want them both in my nest, Spence actually walks close enough now that I can grab his hand and drag him in. Paul, for all his longing looks, is still keeping a distance. Something in the back of my mind is nagging me that there’s still something missing here, but I can’t be bothered to look for it as the giant cinnamon roll lets me pull him over the edge of the nest.
Greg scoots back, letting me get the big guy positioned properly. Spence willingly goes where I put him. I barely have to touch and he moves, because it’s not like I could actually make him do anything without his help. He tries to reach for me a few times, just running his fingers over my arms and face. The look in his eyes almost makes it seem like he’s not sure I’m really here and he needs to touch me to make sure this is real. I feel the same way.
I’ve never wanted alphas for my heat before, never felt like I could trust them to be able to let go as completely as I need to. But these guys, I do. Even the short asshole. Something about him feels right. That worries me since he isn’t mine, and it causes a jarring thought to enter my head…what if they find their mate later, their scent match? I know it’s rare, but can I trust them to still want me, like I want them, even if I’m not their fate?
Spence draws me out of my head when he cups my cheek, bringing my eyes up to meet his. I’ve mindlessly moved him to the center of the mattress. It’s a huge nest-sized thing, big enough for five or six normal-sized alphas, so it should fit three alphas of varying size, a big beta, and an omega easily enough, but it does bring into sharp contrast just how large this guy is. For all his gentle touches, he could easily palm my head like a basketball and take the lead.
His voice is quiet, almost reverent. “Um…Sarah. I’m…I don’t…I’ve never…Um. I’m sorry I’m not better at this, and that I’m not better for you. I know I’m not cool, or smart, or…big.” His eyes flick downwards, and it takes me a few minutes to figure out what he’s talking about. He’s proportional all over, but not obnoxiously so. Is he worried that he’s not hung like a horse? Maybe he seems a little small to himself. But if he were any bigger, we might have problems. I’m not a size queen by any means, so this is a good thing to me.
“Don’t worry. You’re perfect just the way you are. Just be a good boy and let me do all the work, ok? I’ll take care of you now, so let me be in control.” He tries to bite back a moan at my words before going rigid, as if he’s afraid to move now—the idea of this huge alpha submitting so easily to me is intoxicating. I don't want to be in charge all the time, but with him, it’s very appealing. “Relax, Spence. I’ve got you.”
He whimpers as I have to basically climb over his hips. I’m limber enough to straddle him, but my knees won’t reach the mattress and it takes a few seconds of thinking on how to make this work. His hard cock is straining upward, and I position my hands on his chest so I can slide back and forth over him, spreading some of my dripping slick along his stiff shaft.
I rock on top of the big alpha. This should fit. I mean, the guy’s big, but these things are made to fit, right? A little larger than average, and he’s apologizing for it being too small. Yes, I’msure compared to his hands, a fucking yardstick looks small; that doesn’t mean it is, he just has a skewed perception.
“Ok, Big Moose, just…hold still while I get this situated, alright?” I drop my feet to touch the mattress, so I’m squatting above his hips as I grip his shaft, trying to line him up with my entrance. He groans underneath me—hands tightening in the sheets on either side of him. My eyes trace up the long, muscular lines of this body. He’s fucking huge everywhere, it’s like balancing on top of a fucking boulder. When his eyes meet mine, he lets out a little whimper and bites his lip.
Come on, Sarah, it’s just like falling off a bike…and being impaled by a goddamn lawn dart. I sink down the first inch and feel a delicious stretch. He whimpers again, his fists wrapped tight in the bedding. “Come on, Alpha. It’s just a little heat, no need to be scared. It’s just like being with a beta, except, you know…with a knot.”
His whole body seizes up as I slide further down his cock, finally stopping a couple inches above where he’s already swelling. “See there, Moose, nothing to worry about.” He lets out a loud groan and I feel him getting harder inside me before he twitches and come starts leaking out around where we’re joined.
