I’m fucked.
Completely and utterly screwed.
If she leaves, I might as well just give up dating, because I don’t think I can ever find anyone who makes me feel like this. Not the knotting, I haven’t even done that yet, but something about her just feels right. Like a piece of our lives that was missing and has finally been found. Sure, you can live without it, but why would you want it when the result makes you feel so complete?
Her face is flushed, whether from her recent release or her oncoming heat, I don’t know, but the eyes that meet mine are glassy and she whimpers with need when I run my fingers over her. My alpha demands that I touch her, map her whole body with my hands, and lips, and tongue—make sure she’s well taken care of, her heat satisfied so she sees us as suitable mates, ableto give her whatever she requires. “Do you want my knot now, Omega?” The words rise unbidden from my lips, my own voice raspy with desire, but she nods in response. Spence had her on top, Paul had some variations of him on top. Let’s try a little shift.
“Present for me, omega, and I’ll give you what you need.” She scrambles up, moving faster than I had anticipated considering how many times she’s already come. Spencer was right, the smug bastard; she is in really good shape. The smooth, sculpted lines of her back and arms stand out in strong definition as she kneels and lowers her chest to the mattress, pushing her delectable ass out for me. I really want to bite the smooth skin presented to me, leaving my teeth marks in the supple flesh displayed for my pleasure. Not to claim her—when that happens, I want it on the strong column of her throat, so everyone can see this fiery little vixen belongs with our pack, and I want to wear her matching mark on my own neck.
Like I said before: fucked.
She whines again, and her ass wiggles from side to side, tempting me to hold her in place, dig my fingers in as I slam my knot home and fill her with my seed. Keep her cuddled up in here with one of us all the time, cozy and comfortable as she grows round with our child. That thought in itself is a bit of a shock, since I never really thought that I had a breeding kink, but the mental image is appealing in ways I never imagined, and I’d give just about anything right now to make it a reality. Whether I can or not, though, starts with satisfying her heat, and the way she’s glaring at me over her shoulder right now tells me I’m doing a shit job so far.
My hands travel down her back, long, slow strokes starting at her shoulders, tracing the curve of her spine and the round globes of her ass. She spreads her legs wider, and the slick coating her pussy makes my already rock-hard cock throb. Myhand moves, sliding through the moisture easily, making firm circles around her clit. “Is all this slick for me, Little Omega? It seems a shame to let it go to waste, hm?” I lean in, taking one long lick from her hard little nub to her taint. “Holy fuck, Omega, you taste so damned good. Like fucking ripe strawberries and cream. I think strawberry shortcake is my new favorite dessert.” I dive back in, licking and sucking, pushing my fingers inside to collect as much of her juice as I can. Realistically, I know that she’s already been fucked by my packmates, but I can’t bring myself to care. I need her like I need my next fucking breath.
She’s writhing backwards, humping against my face; her voice is a high whine. “Knot. Alpha…please, I need it.” It does something primal to me, hearing her beg for it, and I pull back, taking one long, lingering swipe of my tongue before I step in close, pressing my thighs to hers.
“You want this knot, Omega…Fucking take it.” My voice is gravel as I reach forward and grab her shoulders, yanking her backwards hard and impaling her in one swift stroke. Her heat envelopes me, and I have to bite my tongue to keep from coming right then. She feels so good, too fucking good as she writhes against me, her body twisting and undulating. I’m not sure if she’s trying to get closer or move away, and my hands slide from her shoulders down to her hips, dragging my attention with them.
It’s mesmerizing watching myself slide in and out of her wet heat, and I have to look around to try to find something to distract myself before I blow too quickly. Her beta is sitting off to the side, not far from my packmates, but not part of their conversation. He’s watching us closely and slowly stroking his own arousal. It gives me an idea. “You’re taking me so good Little Omega, but I think you need something else. Do you need more?” She moans loudly, bobbing her head and I make eye contact with Greg, nodding for him to join us.
He checks her face to confirm, and a slow grin stretches his lips before he crawls across the space to her. “Hey, Spitfire. How’s the alpha? Making you feel good?” Her response is a high, whimpering moan as she nods frantically, one hand coming up to touch her beta, stroking over his hip, and looking up into his face. The look in his eyes as he meets hers is nearly reverent. You can practically feel the love between them, and for a moment I’m bitten by bitter jealousy. I want that; I want what he has. Not to take it away from him, but to have a little of her affection for my brothers and me as well.
He strokes his weeping shaft in front of her face. “Is this what you want, Sarah? Do you want me to fuck your mouth while he knots you?” Instead of answering, she reaches for him, almost lunging away from me. If my hands weren’t locked on her hips right now, I think she would knock him over in her frenzied state. Instead, he pulls back, leaning forward enough to kiss her, and she settles. I’ve had to stop moving so they can kiss without either of them getting hurt, and she breaks the kiss to growl at me. Greg pulls back, a light chuckle escaping at her surly attitude. “Ok. Ok. Don’t hurt the alpha. I’ve got you, Love.”
She tilts her head and opens her lips, allowing him to slide inside, and they both groan. I test the motion, not wanting to choke her as I slowly start moving her body back and forth; holding my own hips still and thrusting into her with every pull backwards, fucking her on both of our cocks simultaneously. She gets even slicker, clearly enjoying sucking down her beta as her body clamps down on me like a vise, making me grit my teeth. “Oh fuck, you are a dirty girl, aren’t you? You love sucking his cock while I fuck you, don’t you?” Sarah moans in response, and he curses loudly, running his fingers through her short hair, attempting to grab a handful as her cheeks hollow around him, making him cry out, his hips twitching in random thrusts as he releases down her throat.
The whole image combined with her fluttering arousal is bringing me dangerously close to the edge myself. I bend over her back and reach around so I can flick her clit in hard little strokes. Sarah cries out, muffled somewhat by the cock still in her mouth before her whole body tenses. I give one last hard thrust and my knot slides inside, expanding and locking us together. She pulls away from Greg and rises, wrapping her arms around his waist and giving voice to a high, keening cry. Her body pushes back against me, as if she can get my knot deeper through sheer force of will as she peppers kisses across his skin, before frantically biting at him, leaving little red marks all across his chest.
His arms come around her in return, holding her close and rocking gently from side to side, just enough that I feel the pressure against my knot with each movement. He shuffles closer, and before long, we have her sandwiched between us as we maneuver together to lie down on our sides. One of my arms goes under her head while the other wraps over her stomach, and Greg presses against her front, shimmying his big body down so that they’re almost face to face, peppering her cheeks with kisses as her eyes grow tired and droopy. His voice is soft, meant for her ears only, but as close as I am, I can’t miss it. “I love you, Sarah. I’m here. No matter what you need…who you need. I’ll be here as long as you’ll have me.”
Her only reply is a quiet little hum as she nuzzles against his chest.
Chapter 79
My sweet girl is asleep, still filled with Al’s knot. While I would love to stay here and just enjoy cuddles, I have some stuff that needs to get done, especially since she won’t be making it back to campus on Monday. Whispering quietly to the alphas, so they know I’ll be right back, I grab my pants and run out to the van to get our luggage. I don’t think either of us will be needing clothes for the next few days, but I’ll need my phone, and I don’t want to risk her wanting anything out of her bag.
My first text when I walk back inside is to Teddy, thanking them for their help, and letting them know how much I appreciate them being on bunny watch. He hits me back right away with a picture of Kelly on the floor in the guest room, holding out a bundle of green stuff for Shaggy. The bun looks on moodily, but Kelly is half in love with him already, so I know he’ll be ok.
Next, I send a quick email to my supervisor and Sarah’s dorm supervisor, letting them both know we are stuck in Mississippi while Sarah rides out her heat since we can’t get back on a plane for so long after it passes. I have a couple of weeks of personal time saved up, but they might let me use heat leave for this. I don’t know the policy on that, but it’ll be fine regardless.
Kimberly replies back—while I’m sending an email to Doctor Terra—with a quick confirmation, as well as surreptitiously asking how Sarah’s roommate is doing. After a quick reply that he’s staying with friends, I call the main offices to fill them in on the situation. It’s the weekend coming back from break, so their emergency line is open. I don’t want my girl getting in trouble for not showing up, or someone calling the cops on me for kidnapping.
Finally, I use her phone to call her parents—and wish fervently that it would go straight to voicemail. My luck doesn’t hold, though, as her mother answers without any preamble. “Mija! You’ve been ignoring my calls this week! Would it kill you to answer the phone so I know you aren’t dead in a ditch somewhere? At least you finally called, I need to tell you about what Sasha did yesterday—”
I don’t actually give a flying shit what Sasha did yesterday, or ever. In fact, if I never have to hear about Sasha for the rest of my life, I’d be a happy camper, but I’m not supposed to say that. Instead, I cut the woman off before she can get any deeper. “Actually, Mrs. Zhaing, Sarah can’t come to the phone right now; she’s in the middle of her heat.” A shocked gasp is the only reply, so I power on. “We aren’t at the center; we were on spring break, visiting a friend when it happened.” More incomprehensible noises. “But she’s fine, found some nice alphas to help her through it. We just didn’t want you to worry since you couldn’t get in touch. Also, in case the school calls, she hasn’t been kidnapped or anything. I’ve already talked to them about it.”
She finally seems to regain her voice, but unfortunately for my eardrums, it's only for a loud screech. “What do you mean she’s having her heat with strange alphas? I don’t know these people! She could have had it with one of the packs closer to home! I’ve been trying to set her up with some nice alphas that Jayden knows from work. They are good, traditional young men. She’s doing this to spite me, isn’t she? Why didn’t she call me herself? She just doesn’t want to talk to me.”
Oh yes, my omega decided to have her heat early, just to spite you, woman. She loves being trapped by her hormones and unable to go home. No, really. It’s what I want to say, but I love Sarah and don’t want her pissed at me, so I try to be gentler. “Ma’am, she wasn’t expecting her heat for almost a month. This kinda came out of left field and shit went sideways. She’s doing the best she can right now, but she’s not super coherent”—plus she’s pinned to an alpha’s knot and asleep—“but, like I said, we didn’t want you to worry. I’ll let her know to call you once she’s feeling more like herself. Ok, bye!”
I hang up quickly before she can say anything else, because I don’t like drama ever, and that woman seems to thrive on it. Not to mention, I absolutely hate how she treats Sarah. If I had my way, my poor girl would never have to deal with their gaslighting bullshit again.
My shoulders slump as the phone starts ringing immediately, and I quickly switch it to silent mode. I may end up turning it off completely, since I’ve already reached out to the school. I doubt anybody else important will try to call, but I’ll let Sarah decide if she’s up to it. Meanwhile, I need to make sure my girl has some more calories before this heat hits hard.
It feels a little odd to wander around a stranger’s kitchen, but it’s what I’ve been doing all week, so I should be used to it by now. Well, this pack aren’t total strangers. They’ve all been inside my girlfriend by this point, so that’s gotta countfor something, right? These dudes are apparently serious about their snacking because the counters are covered in protein bars and bags of granola.
There’s no telling how long she’s gonna be resting, so I quickly snag a loaf of bread and some peanut butter and a squeezy bottle full of honey—at least it‘s not bear shaped—then go searching through the fridge for anything else that might strike her fancy. By the time I’ve ferreted out everything I could need to get her fed, my arms are full, and the bag of bread dangles from between two fingertips. Thankfully, I manage to make it upstairs without dropping anything, and find Sarah sitting up in bed, staring at the door.
