Chapter 33
Holy shit.
Logically, I know I'msupposedto focus on the sight in front of me. Work out what she needs—whether I need to get my PT head in the game, work out what care she and the pack need, or whether I need to get into a different mentality. But I'm being consumed by something more primal. The part of me that's normally in charge is barely holding on.
She's presenting to us, those luscious tits pressed into the mattress, her glorious ass sticking up in the air, spread wide by her clutching hands, her cunt dripping with need, as she calls us into the nest with her whine.
But everything in front of me is overshadowed by the scent. The room is thick with the fragrance of desire and the most gorgeous garden you can imagine after a summer shower. And there's… something incredible underneath it that I can't put my finger on that calls to the most primal part of me. Not just the sweetness of the perfume of an omega in heat; not just the depth of the field of freesias. It's the scent of… I don't even know, but it'sperfect. It's everything we didn't know we were missing—
Dellie's hungry whine pulls me back into the moment.
I don't think I'veeverseen an omega go from not even at the nesting phase to full-blown non-verbal presentation in less than three hours. It's a little scary, but as Seb said, not unprecedented in cases of a perfect scent match.
She must be in so much pain. She needs a knot, and she needs itnow.
"May we come into your nest, omega?" Allen doesn't wait for a response as he strides towards her. His pupils have completely blown out, his eyes wide black pools. She whines, nodding into the mattress.
"Such a perfect nest. Isn't she a perfect Omega?" I murmur.
In every heat we've supported before, I'd say something along these lines at this point, before I slowly backed away. But it reallyisthe perfect nest. It's soft and cosy and it smells like all of us, surrounded by freesias, and the scent I didn't know I needed. And most importantly, she's in it, wanting us.
My cock is swollen and throbbing and twitching against my stomach. Ralph hasn't even managed to take his socks off yet, but he's heading to the nest like he's being chased, hopping slightly as he tries to take his socks off without stopping, his erection slapping against his belly.
My body has carried me in there, too. My erection is throbbing as I idly stroke it with my left hand.
Seb is tugging at Zeke's hand as he climbs into the nest. I resist the urge to bark as I see Zeke's face flicker in a small flinch. But at least I managed to get Zeke's back taped up properly before things really kicked off. Seb's stroking Zeke's cock, a hungry look on his face.
Allen kneels between her parted legs. "You want your pack alpha's knot, Omega?"
An impatient whine answers, as Dellie's hand reaches behind her and grabs Allen's, tugging him closer.
He runs a finger through her slick, parting her labia. She mewls. He tastes his finger and groans. "So wet for us, Omega." He lines up his cock with her dripping slit, teasing his head alongthe pink stripe, and starts to ease his way inside. She thrusts back towards him, taking him to the hilt. I see Allen shudder.
"Impatient Omega," chuckles Seb. "Do you need something to keep yourself distracted?" He shuffles next to her, taking the weight of her torso so she can rest on his thigh, and relaxes back into the nest. She hums contentedly as she sinks her mouth over his cock, bobbing to the rhythm of Allen's thrusts.
Zeke kneels next to Seb's chest, facing Dellie. "Should I keep your alpha's mouth busy, Omega?" he asks.
She glances up at him, humming in assent. A fresh plume of freesias and sweetness and completeness fills the room. Zeke bends down to kiss her cheek as she laves her tongue along Seb's shaft, then shifts, turning to face Seb, and straddles his chest.
I crawl around until I can see Zeke's face. Seb's lips are wrapped around his cock, his hand roughly working the base. Zeke's face is blissed out, his hands twined in Seb's hair, his hips roughly thrusting into his mouth. I grab the back of Zeke's head and push my lips against his in a searing kiss that he answers hungrily. My cock is throbbing with need.
I pull away from the kiss and stroke his face, looking over his shoulder.
Dellie's eyes are rolled back, blissfully. Allen looks like he's about to lose it. His neck is straining, his whole body bright pink, his pupils blown so wide they appear black.
"Ngh."
Oh shit. He almost looks like he's about to go into a rut. But Allen's never done that with an omega in heat. Never. I frown, edging closer to him. Ralph's eyes catch mine. I tilt my chin in assent.
Allen's nostrils flare when I rest my hand on his shoulder, but he doesn't bark or snap.
"Do you need to be filled, Alpha?" Ralph's voice is low, heavy with lust.
He nods, just once.
I run my hand down Allen's body until it rests on Dellie's flank. "May I taste you and our alpha, while our beta fucks our alpha into you, Omega?"
The enthusiastic whine that responds makes me chuckle.
