The settling in time usually reserved for newly formed packs was thrown further into chaos by the fact my womb was constantly flooded as we were in our pack adjustment period and as a result, is now swelling. We’re having a claiming baby, and despite my hesitation towards not wanting Koz’s baby straight away, I hand on heart have to say I’m so fucking excited.
Koz is adamant the child is his. I suspect he’s right because even though it’s too soon to feel any fluttering, every time his hands wrap around my stomach in awe and admiration, I swear I feel Bean gravitating towards him.
Although, it really will be anyone’s guess as to who the father is. We have not stopped having sex since the moment Koz woke me up in our new home. Pretty much every surface, wall, inch of floor, seat, table, whatever, has been used, but it’s all a part of us being a pack. The flip side is my omega cleaning drive has been out of control; I never realised how satisfying cleaning our pack home would be, but it goes with the territory of having a wickedly perfect sex drive with four virile alphas. Life is good, though some days I worry for my pussy.
A caress of his presence is the only warning I get before Talon suddenly appears.
“Ladies, I’m sorry to interrupt, I just need to see my omega for a few minutes,” he does not look sorry at all. He’s got need darkening his blue eyes and making him constantly lick over his lips.
And boom, like that, I’ve ruined another pair of thick panties.
“Talon! You cannot drag her away, we’re about to cut the cake!” Tristan hisses, slapping his outstretched hand away.
“Ishouldn’tdrag her away, but I have to, Tristan,” he insists, his hand not moving. He grins at her while Tris sighs and rolls her eyes. “I promise I’ll have her back to you, rosy cheeked and satisfied within,” he checks his watch, “ten minutes tops. Anyway, you have other things to get organised, so it will be a good distraction. Right?”
I don’t care what they are up to. Talon is all I can focus on at the moment. He helps me up to standing, and then he holds my elbow as I limp past our guests enjoying the party. His hand dips to my lower back, while we ride the lift down to our home, his fingers dip inside my underwear as we race through the kitchen. He fumbles with the lock, his hands shaking, but eventually he gets it right, and we get let through to our zone. And seriously, the scent that lingers and saturates our space has me panting even before the doors close behind us. In the next instant, Talon’s hands are under my skirt, ripping my thick panties down. He kicks them away before picking me up and racing into my nest.
“God, I hate those things. I need to smell you, Lolli. There were too many years when I missed out on it. And you scent like you’re wanting, which is all sorts of hot.” There’s a deep rumble to his voice, and his eyes are nearly black now.
My nest is already completely full of our scent, but even over it the room fills with the scent of both of us: fragrant wisteria and his unique leather campfire that makes my hands shake. It might be the hormones, or it might just be our bond, but it’s taking a little getting used to how much more responsive we are to each other.
Tal sets me down gently on the specially made mattress that fills the floor of my nest. He sends my senses soaring with the gentlest of kisses before he growls against my lips. “My beautiful, ripe woman, I need my knot in you. Present for me, omega. I’m so fucking desperate right now, I’m surprised my dick hasn’t punched a hole through my pants.”
He’s talking a mile a minute, but I’m already bare bum up, my head down buried in the clothes I’ve hoarded. A flicker of his touch on my hips is all the warning I get before he surges inside, and the both of us groan so loud the noise bounces off the walls of my nest echoing around us.
Behind us, I can hear the lock disengaged and hurried feet racing towards us, and I don’t need to turn around or stop enjoying myself to know it’s Hayes.
“How?” he laughs as he climbs out of his clothes and joins us in my nest.
My nest—the space I can barely leave for more than a few hours at a time. Every one of Puck’s jerseys, Talon’s sweatpants, Hayes’s soft t-shirts, and Koz’s business shirts, along with every blanket, throw, cushion, and pillow is in here and wears their scents. I thought I’d be craving chocolate or fried pickles, but all I want is them.
“Oh, Lolli, you feel incredible,” Talon whispers in his worship as he continues to plough into me from behind.
I’m so relieved we’ve moved past their concern they’d hurt Bean. Each of them was too scared for Bean’s welfare to do anything other than make soft love. Honestly, their cocks were barely inside my pussy. After a rather large temper tantrum, and a few conference calls with my doula, we’re now back to heart pounding, loud, frantic fucking.
Hayes appears in front of me, and I open my mouth. The second his cock presses on my tongue, my eyes slam shut and my pussy squeezes around Talon’s cock as my senses get fried by the taste of hot cinnamon donuts.
“Hayes, what are you doing to her? She’s so fucking tight.”
Hayes’s eyes are locked on his cock sliding in and out my mouth. “You like me in your mouth while Tal’s in your sweet cunt?”
I hum my answer, and Hayes growls and pushes himself in deeper. And yeah, the vibrations in my mouth feel crazy good. Tal and he start moving in sync, the three of us finding a rhythm and tempo that hits all the right spots.
I lose track of time. Honestly, it’s only the scent of my nest that makes me remember where I am, but they keep spoiling me so well, together and separately.
Talon speeds up; his hips slap against my ass for a few more energetic thrusts until he holds me still. “Take my knot, Lolli, take it.”
I go to nod, but Hayes grabs my attention, holding his cock against my lips, his pre-come smearing over them, probably ruining my makeup, but not one part of me cares.
“Going to fill your throat soon, omega. They’re going to think Bean is having a growth spurt with how much come I pump down into your pretty throat. Swallow it all,” he growls.
Hayes’s alpha has been another surprise we’ve had to contend with. Some days his dominance rivals Koz and Puck’s, but we’re finding a way to balance and reassure him this baby is very real, and he is very much a father to our Bean. Although, I don’t think it’s the paternal thing that freaks him out, more it’s the threat of our dream of having children being taken again.
Being together helps soothe his distress. But loving Hayes is an easy thing.
I lick over his crown, hollowing my cheeks out and alternating between sucking him so hard he swears before I try to lap the come from the slit of his dick. His fingers dig into my hair, his body locks up tight as he struggles not to lose control and drive straight down my throat. He’s close. The thick strands of his arousal keeping us linked together each time he drags his dick out of my mouth and coating my tongue are proof enough.
Talon’s watching, I know he is. I can feel his cock pulsing inside my pussy each time Hayes thrusts in and out my lips. He waits, and when Hayes is hissing and breathing hard, Talon slams his knot inside my pussy, making me surge forward and deep throat Hayes.
