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Maisie’s skinis tacky with sweat as I wash her down with a cloth. She vehemently refused a shower. So this is the best solution I could come up with—cleaning her while she’s knotted on Lain’s dick and can’t do anything about it.
She hardly even notices, but taking care of her needs fills me with an immense amount of pride.
“Fuck you feel so good, pet,” Lain tells our Omega, and she eats up the praise. “Is it always going to feel this good?”
He accentuates his words by thrusting his knot deeper into Maisie and she makes a keening noise. She nods like she totally agrees it will never get better than this.
Lain’s head hits the headboard with a thunk as he groans in pleasure.
“I don’t think I’m going to survive the way you take my knot, Omega,” he says, garnering her full attention.
She wiggles on his lap and I just take in the whole scene, loving seeing Lain so happy with Maisie.
My immediate intense attraction and curiosity about her all makes sense now. Without a doubt, even if we weren’t scent matches, I’d be drawn to her, but finding out that’s what she is tome has all the pieces clicking together. She’s felt right since the moment I met her, but now it all feels perfect.
I knew something was up yesterday morning with her reaction to my scent, but I didn’t even consider that she was my scent match. I almost feel unworthy in a way, having the honor of not only finding my match. It isn’t just that either; we have found the Omega who fits perfectly in our pack, and wrapping my mind around it all will take a minute.
I’m not sure what we would have done if one of us wasn’t her scent match, but I know without a doubt that Maisie wouldn’t leave them in the dust without a single care in the world. Maybe if Callum wasn’t her scent match, but I think deep down he would have figured his shit out.
Luckily, we’ll never have to know, because she’s destined for all of us.
I never wanted him to leave the pack, but something had to change. When I had that conversation of dissolving the pack, I felt sick. Deep down, I knew it wasn’t right.
Maisie was what we needed. She might not know it, but she’s our glue. I have to hope that she was choosing us when she came over here to tell the truth, that after all of this, she won’t leave. I shake my head at the thought. She would never do that. Maisie is in it for the long haul, she just hasn’t been able to communicate it yet.
I go to wipe her chin, and she suddenly turns and nips my finger with her teeth. My mouth parts in shock and Lain busts out laughing while knot deep inside our Omega. The motion has a chain reaction; the movement causing her to come again, which promptly shuts Lain up. While Maisie orgasms, I quickly clean her face, and she doesn’t bite me again.
Her scent is a dream, and I’m not sure I’ll ever get enough of it. Callum won’t ever be able to make tarts for the restaurantagain because it will make me think of tasting her and if I see a customer eating one, I might snap.
She collapses against Lain’s chest, falling asleep, and he looks endlessly proud of himself. Callum is sleeping on the far side of the bed, not even stirring with the commotion.
“I don’t know what to do with her hair,” I tell Lain, and he shrugs, petting it back. I can already see where some tangles are forming, and I know it will only get worse if we don’t do something about it.
“We could braid it,” Lain suggests.
“Do you know how to braid?” I asks and he grimaces.
“I was hoping you did.”
None of us have sisters, and Fiona didn’t like us touching her hair. I go to the washroom and grab a wet brush, some water, and hair ties. As soon as I’m back in the bedroom, I’m pulling up videos on how to braid hair. She has so much of it I have to do a few braids and it looks a little crazy.
Callum snorts awake, and looks at us. He blinks a few times and his brow furrows.
“The fuck did you do to our Omega. Christ. Take those out,” he says, coming over to where I’m sitting and looking down at the video.
“You know how?”
“I’ve made braided bread,” he says, and Lain looks over his shoulder at me.
“I’d say braiding dough versus our Omega’s hair are very different,” Lain tells him and Callum shrugs.
“Well, she can’t look like she has antennae coming out of every which way of her head.”
“Fair,” I say, helping him untie the braids.
I’m impressed as I watch him do one braid on each side and then connect them at the back of her head so nothing comes loose.
