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Chapter Thirteen
Colter
My whole body is taut with tension, my instincts riding me hard to go and…ride my omega hard.
I can smell her perfume and arousal coating this house so thickly that I feel like I’m drowning, but it’s a death I walk into gladly.
I’m kicking myself for entering so soon after Calai and Kit finished, because it was too quick after that first knotting; I knew better, but it feels impossible to be sitting on the porch with the door cracked open, listening and inhaling their now mixed scents, without being able to do anything about it.
My only consolation is that James looks as strung out as I am.
“Fucking bastard. We’ve claimed her too. She wears our bite marks on her neck, same as his. I had more right to be in there with her than he did. I might actually kill that asshole when he finds himself apart from her next time. How did we not see that coming? You know how easily we could have prevented him from taking her like that? Completely unprepared and before she even wanted it?” He cradles his head in his hands and pulls at his hair, clearly beating himself up for the whole situation.
“I know you claimed control of the whole courting process, but you can’t blame yourself for how that turned out. He had pants on same as her. That fucker was just very determined to knot her.”
James gets up and decides to take his anger out on the nearest ponderosa, punching it until his knuckles are bloody and his breathing is labored. He looks manic, so I’m hoping that Kit has enough sense to ease Calai quickly so that James and I can see for ourselves that she’s okay. I’m seriously seconds behind James in the whole ‘need to punch a tree’ mindset.
Footsteps sound in the house and we both perk our heads towards the sound, not daring to breathe. Calai lets out a soft giggle that does stupid things to my chest, and I clutch at it. She’s okay. She wouldn’t be giggling if she were pissed or hurt, right? What if she still wants to run, though? Did Kit just blow any chance we had of making this girl want us for real?
I can’t stop James from barreling by me, so I decide to join him instead. We stop right past the threshold, taking in her sheet-clad body from head to toe. Her cheeks are flushed, her eyes dazed, her hair positively mussed, but she gives us a soft smile, which is all the invitation we need.
We cross the room in what feels like about three steps, squeezing her between us and touching her, reassuring ourselves she’s undamaged. “I was so fucking worried about you,” I tell her. “I hated having to leave you.”
“Do you want me to punch Kit for you?” James asks, hopefully. Calai turns her face up at him and gives him a dirty look before jabbing him in the chest.
“You made me angry! I was doing fine before you started going off about what you thought I was ready for, telling me I couldn’t be enjoying myself. Now, I don’t know what kind of omega youthoughtyou would be getting,” she says, marching him backwards until he’s stumbling over his feet, falling onto the bed while she looms over him, “but I am a goddamned adult. I may be green when it comes to anything in this world, but the one thing Idoknow is my own damn feelings. If any of youever, and I do mean EVER think to tell me what I should or shouldnotbe enjoying again, it will be thelasttime youeverenjoy me. Am. I. Clear?”
I suppress a smile at her high-handed lecture. Kit looks pleased as shit at his omega, and James? God damnit. Is there anything that doesn’t make that boy not sexually aroused where our omega is concerned?
“Fuck, I’m hard right now.”
She eyes him and licks her lips, taking a small step backwards and desperately clutching at her sheet. Then she stares him down until she gets an answer.
“Understood,” he says all breathily.
She leans over him carefully, her hands on his shoulders. “Now,” she says, her voice softer. She takes in his bloody knuckles and frowns, but then shakes it off. “Are you seriously turned on right now after I yelled at you about being an asshole?”
“Fuck yeah, baby,” he says with a smarmy grin.
She tries to return it, but it looks more calculated. “Well then.” She leans forward like she’s going to kiss him, but before her lips make contact, she pushes him back on to the bed and stomps off. “I believe that’s your cue, Colter. Service the man if he’s so worked up.”
“Only if you’re going to watch us, omega!” James yells as she enters the bathroom. She closes the door, but not before flipping him a rude gesture I hadn’t thought she knew about. I laugh, Kit laughs, James…well, James is special. James is rubbing one out.
“Fuck she gets me hot.”
“There’s something seriously wrong with you!” Calai shouts before the shower turns on.
???
Sometime later, once the sheets are changed, laundry is going, house is picked up, I can tell that Calai is feeling a little bit on edge. She’s paced and explored every inch of this house now that she’s no longer chained to it (I’m cringing for how awful we were to her), but she’s moving a little gingerly, clearly trying to distract herself.
Omegas like to be at home normally, but we held off on making this place comfy for her because we weren’t sure what she’d like. We couldn’t decide if it would be worse to make a nest she hated or to not have one prepared for her, and in the excitement of taking her home, we just haven’t gotten to it.
I notice her pulling at her clothes- no doubt trying to get used to the feeling of leggings touching her skin- fussing with her hair, doing all these little ticks like she’s on edge or uncomfortable. I watch her approach the bookshelf and glance at the titles, picking up a few and looking them over before placing them back.
I approach her mostly silently and get my hands on her, caging her gently against the bookshelf. “Kit reads boring shit. Do you…like to read?”
She frowns at the book and flushes from my proximity, her scent hitting me fresh and potent. My knees go weak, but I manage to stay upright.
