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Chapter Twenty-six
Kit
I know I’ve had trials in my life. At the moment though, I’m not recalling any of them. Nothing I’ve ever done has tested my patience the way this does. This whole situation is sort of my worst nightmare- having my omega go into heat when I can’t properly service her.
My pack mates are in the back seat fucking her and making all these obscene noises, meanwhile I have to sit up here all calm like and drive a car. I have to obey all traffic laws, cause if I don’t, we'll all be in danger. I have to drive safe. Even though all I really want to do is give into the rut that’s threatening to overtake me.
We’re getting closer and closer to the house, but it’s almost as if every mile we cover adds three more. It doesn’t feel like we’reactuallygetting closer, because Calai's needs keep ramping up. Her heat is only getting started, and I’m equal parts terrified and thrilled. I’ve always wanted to know what this was like, to experience this. For some reason, I always imagined that if it happened for me and my pack, we’d be in some idyllic setting, where everything was serene and easy. We’d know it was happening way before it ever hit, and we’d be prepared. We'd have this big, fluffy nest, food and water nearby, and our schedules blocked off.
Real life is so much messier though.
Calai cries out again, making me grip the steering wheel even harder. An unpleasant cracking sound comes from the dashboard, introducing a whole new set of problems.
“Did you just… break the steering wheel?”
I grunt, uncurling my fingers. I pat the steering wheel hesitatingly, as if to reassure it that it’s fine. At last, I see the sign for our exit. Two more miles to go and then I can get off this highway.
“Remind me again,” I say to James through gritted teeth, “why the hell we live so damn far from everything? Is it really necessary to make me drive this far every time we want to go somewhere?”
“You totally broke the steering wheel, didn’t you?” James barks out a laugh, but there’s really nothing funny about this situation. Maybe it'll be funny tomorrow. Or maybe not.
I switch lanes just to prove to him that it’s not broken. “See? It’s fine.” And then I nearly miss our exit, cause all I can hear or think about is what's happening behind me. I’m hyper focused on the road, which means I’m not focused on where I’m actually going. I’m not deviating from my lane whatsoever, but I have no idea what else is happening around me. Except that my omega needs me right now. That I am blatantly aware of.
I get off the ramp and hit the first stop sign, having to work a little extra hard to make the steering wheel turn like it should. Shit. I did break it. It will be fine though, right? Yes. It has to be. If we get stranded out here right now, because of me, no. I’m not going to think like that.
I’m counting down the miles now, mentally reviewing how many more turns I have until I pull up to our house, because I need something tangible to countdown, progress that I canfeel. I hear a whimper from the back seat that sounds like she’s in pain again now. Will this girl ever get a break?
“I know sweetling, we’re almost there now. You are doing so good. We’re going to get you home, and we’re going to get you into your nest. Then we’re going to knot you as many times as you need us to.”
She’s out of her mind back there, and it kills me that I can’t hold her. Four more turns. Blinker. Full stop.
“Fuck man, can you just forget about those damn stop signs? You know there’s nobody else out here. These roads are basically ours for how much other people use them.”
That last prodding from James makes me lose all pretense of civility. I have one more turn to go now, and I floor it. Rocks are kicking up against the car as the dirt road tries to slow us down a bit, but I win out. I approach the final turn now, slowing down just enough to get my car around it. Another crack sounds as I do so, but I can almost see our home now.
I drive up our steep driveway as fast as I dare, throwing the thing in park and jumping out. My first instinct is to rip Calai out of Colter's arms, but unless I’m willing to carry both of them, that’s not happening. He’s still knotted to her, so I guess he gets to carry her then.
We all tumble through the doorway, in a mad rush of shoes kicking off and shirts thrown. Now that we’re here, it’s like everything happens in double time. One second, we’re at the doorway, the next we're tumbling into bed. Calai's skin is fully exposed, and I finally get to put my hands on her, wrapping her up as much as I can. James finds his place behind Colter, reaching over him to touch her as well. Her leg is thrown over Colter’s hip, and we all lay on our sides. Just being home seems to calm her, and we get a little reprieve. Maybe after the stress of traveling and recuperating from the kidnapping attempt, her body wants to find a more predictable pattern.
I rub her back in an attempt to soothe her, not knowing what else to do right now; until Colter is done with her though, there’s not much I can.
Except that August seems to be finding ways to be useful. Because he’s not as affected by these pheromones she’s spitting out, he’s doing things around the house. He’s got our dinner put into the fridge, he’s fluffing blankets around us, getting a hair tie to get Calai's hair out of her face.
My hips seem to move whether or not I want them to, responding to my omega. She arches into me, my weeping cock prodding at her backside. It doesn’t seem to care where it goes, it just wants somewhere warm to sink into.
Calai's heat will only be managed though by us giving her our release. Fucking her ass won't do anything except make my dick happy right now. I hold off on the orgasm threatening to burst from my body and focus my attention elsewhere.
I put my hands to Calai’s breasts, kneading them gently as Colter finally seems to come and deflate.
I pin Calai down immediately, my rut demanding she be on all fours for this. I mount her curvy body, admiring the view from back here, and at long last sink into her heat. Her pussy flutters against me, demanding my knot. It swells just as fast as it did last time, locking us together.
Calai breathes a sigh of relief as that pressure hits her, and I don't even try to move. It’s too perfect as it is. Maybe I'm still for too long. “Is she... sleeping?” I ask, my pride stung a little. I dicked my omega and she fell asleep. What?
A-D-R-E-N-A-L-I-N-E,August spells out. Oh. She finally crashed from the kidnap attempt. Makes sense, I guess. Well, might as well as rest while we can. It's going to be a long, pleasurable couple of days.
James smooths the couple curls trying to escape from the collective, a look of admiration on his face. We don’t usually talk about feelings too much, but his are written all over his face. It feels wrong to do anything while Calai is sleeping, so I wrap my arms around her and try to ignore the pressure in my dick that's ready to detonate. James clears hair off my face next, then leans in to kiss me.
“This all happened because of you, you know that right? If you hadn’t led us here, hadn't insisted on chasing down this lead, we probably never would have found her. Also, I’mreallyfucking hard right now. She's out of commission, Colter is on break, August is straight, your dick is buried and locked away. Can Ipleasefuck you? I just don't think my hand is going to do me any justice right now.”
