The scene is hypnotic. The typical tight-laced Wren coming undone for this young woman. For this precious omega.
Pierce bends over her back, his free hand grabbing hold of her neck, essentially controlling everyone’s pleasure.
He lets out a ferocious growl before pounding hard and fast into the omega, his knot slowly but surely garnering less resistance.
She moans around Wren’s cock, and it pushes Pierce over the edge of no return.
His instincts take hold, his primal urges screaming for him to breed her. To mate her. To make her his. But even still, he retains the knowledge not to bite her.
Instead, he slows his pace, one hand finds her hip while the other keeps hold of the back of her neck. He begins stretching her further, his knot making its way inside.
Liquid. Molten. Pleasure.
His undoing is instant and earth-shattering. His entire being cycles on repeat in this moment. He will not forget thisever. He cums hard and long and his entire body shakes over and over again. The sensation of her wrapped around his sensitive knot, squeezing him, continues his pleasure. The feeling is equivalent to staring endlessly into a wall of reflected mirrors. Each image still as crisp as the last, each wave of pleasure a crescendo that leads him higher and higher.
And then she is shaking, tightening around him further. Pierce’s vision blurs and he jerks his head up. It is only Wren’s eyes that keep him grounded. That allow him to retain any sense of self.
But then Wren shuts his eyes as he finishes, and gently tugs his cock from her mouth. A long trail of her spit and cum connecting them in a hedonistic manner.
Pierce breathes in and out a few times. Attempting to control the urge riding him. The animalistic need tobiteher. To claim her.
But then he catches sight of the scars on her back.
It brings him crashing back down.
I must protect her. She is to be cherished.
It is all he needs to land back in reality. He carefully—with Wren’s help—spins the omega until she is in a more comfortable position. He ignores how each move sends a jolt of burning pleasure to his balls, instead focusing on the precious woman.
His eyes find hers, he needs to make sure she is okay. That he didn’t cross any unspoken lines. That she enjoyed that as much as he did.
She offers him a lazy smile. “Alpha,” she mewls.
It is all it takes for the vice to release around his heart. For the entire world to stabilize.
I love you so much.
He doesn’t say it out loud, he doesn’t want to scare her. The words are both shocking and understandable. Pierce has always wanted someone to be in love with. Someone to care for. Someone to fill with all the passion he barely controls.
He loves Charles. Loves Luther and Wren. But this is different.
There has always been a Xenia shaped hole in his chest, and now that she’s filled it, he isn’t sure how he lived without her for so long.
She snuggles further into him and Pierce tightens his hold on her. She will always be safe with him. He will never,everlose control with her.
twenty-three
Wren
Wren checks outside the window as he returns the dirty dishes.
Not much longer. The snow is disappearing more every day.
But it is clear Xenia is coming to the end of her heat. Her needs are becoming sporadic, and she has been gaining more clarity throughout.
But how can I take her from my pack? She is one of us now. They will hate me. She even smells of us. Especially Luther. As if he is already a part of her.
Wren’s attention catches on a photo on the wall. It’s the first day he held Charles in his arms. He was hardly twenty and didn’t know what he was signing up for, but he didn’t hesitate when Luther brought it to him. They had only recently agreed to become pack mates. Barely adults themselves, and yet, they all stepped up. Made it work. Sacrificed having an omega to raise Charles.
