Chapter Seven
It doesn’t take longfor Hannah to cave and change into shorts and a t-shirt so she can sit in the water with Kaitlin. Shepherd hovers behind her as she slowly sits against the edge of the pool, afraid she will lose her balance despite her careful movements. His Alpha is fretting, and I absolutely adore him for it.
I am losing my damn mind. The entire safe house holds an undercurrent of sweet cherries and nutty almonds.Her scent.MyBeta.Walking near her room is enough to make my dick hard. If Shepherd and I weren’t taking scent cancelers, I would at least have his woodsy, masculine smell to center me. But I don’t, and it freaking sucks.
I need a knot so fucking badly, but my logical brain warns me how thin the walls are. We can’t afford to scar Kaitlin with the sounds of Shepherd fucking me the way I need. Not if we want her and Hannah to join our pack, which we abso-fucking-lutely do.
I’m fairly certain I will die if these two gorgeous girls walk out of my life after this is all over.
My Alpha must sense the need raging in our bond because he drags me inside late in the afternoon, telling Hannah to relax and play with Kaitlin while we make dinner. She tries toargue, but it’s weaker than it would have been earlier in the day. Progress, as little as it is.
“You’re needy, Omega,” Shepherd growls in my ear, pinning me against the counter. We’re out of view of the windows and door, but we can hear everything happening outside. My mate is still alert in case something goes wrong, but damn, he is a good multitasker.
“Fuck me, Alpha,” I whine, grinding my ass back against his very hard cock. “Knot me so deep I’ll feel you inside of me for days.” His groan kicks the corners of my lips up. When he bites down on our bond mark, I nearly come in my pants. Lust fireworks through our bond, ricocheting around my body until it lands in my weeping cock. I whimper, hips jerking, searching for relief he hasn’t offered yet.
“Think you can be quiet? Or do I need to gag you?”
He steps back a little, giving me room to push my pants and underwear down to the floor. “Gag me. I’m too pent up to even try to hold back.” A deep chuckle sends shivers up my spine. He leans around me to grab a clean dish towel from the drawer, grinding himself against my hip. The material is uncomfortable as he pushes it into my mouth and ties it behind my head, but I’ll suffer through anything as long as he gets inside me.
Palms grip my ass, spreading me apart, then his tongue is there. My groan is muffled, but the thump of my head against the counter is loud. It feels amazing. The pressure as he laps at my hole. His fingers dimpling the skin of my cheeks. When he tracks downward, taking one of my balls into his mouth, I whimper.
“I’ve got you, baby. Gonna take care of my needy boy.” Shep stands, dropping his shorts to the floor. I can hear the slick sound of him fisting his cock. If we had more time, I would drop to my knees and take him into my mouth, taste his cum on mytongue. But we’re on a time limit. Hannah and Kaitlin could decide to return to the house any minute.
His tip bumps against my hole, grinding against me and soaking in my slick. My hands scramble for grip, finding the edge of the counter and squeezing as he slowly works his way inside. Inch by glorious inch, he fills me. I can barely keep my eyes open as exquisite bliss floods my veins.And when he starts to move?I’m toast. So lost in the pleasure, the world around us ceases to exist. All that remains is the feel of his cock, the tease of his knot with each thrust against me, and my burning need to come.
“Please,” I beg, the words muffled behind the rag, but my Alpha understands them. Can feel how close I am through our bond.
He grips the back of my neck, thumb rubbing over his bite mark. “Such. A. Good. Fucking. Omega.” Hard thrusts accompany each word, making his cock rub against all my pleasure spots. Stars burst behind my closed eyes as I drop a hand to stroke my cock in time with his movements. “Telling your Alpha what you need. Helping me take care of our Beta and our kids.”
Fuck, fuck, fuck.Hearing him call them ours is too much. I explode, cum coating my hand and the floor. A scream gets buried in the rag as his knot pushes inside of me, locking us together when it expands. I can feel each kick as he comes. The warmth of his release settles a primal need I hadn’t voiced aloud. To be marked, bred by my mate. Even if I can’t get pregnant, the desire is there. I would bathe in his cum if I could. Hell, sometimes during my heats, I do.
“Shit, I didn’t think this through.” A chuckle slips through my lips as he pulls me back and cradles me against his chest. We sink to the floor, careful not to sit in the spill of my release. “Now behave, so my knot will go down.”
While I would love to torment him and stay locked together all day, I don’t want to miss spending time with our girls. They need our attention right now.Our love.Even if neither of them will admit it out loud.
“What are we going to make for dinner?” I ask after I catch my breath. I’m a terrible cook. At the Omega Academy, I was banned from the communal kitchens after I ruined an oven in our home economics class. Something about being a walking fire hazard. No complaints from me, though; it isn’t something I’ve ever enjoyed. Shepherd, however, loves to be in the kitchen. He says it is his primal need to care for his mate, but the man is always tinkering with new recipes, so I think it goes beyond his instincts.
As long as I am fed, I don’t care why he does it. I would survive on takeout if he didn’t want to cook ever again.
He hums, breath tickling my neck where he leans his head on my shoulder. “Steak salads?”
“Sounds perfect.” And simple, which means it won’t take us long to make. After his knot goes down, anyway.
I can’t sleep. Since Shepherd knotted me in the kitchen yesterday, my body has been humming with pleasure. And with the desire for more. Convincing my sky-high libido to take a chill pill isn’t easy. Omegas tend to be sexual people. Our bodies literally built to fuck for days on end.
Living in this safe house, surrounded by the scent of a mate I cannot have, is torture for my cock.
Giving up on resting, I carefully slide from beneath Shep’s arm and leave the bedroom. A drink and a snack might help settle me. I’m rustling around in the kitchen, looking for something salty and easy to munch on, when I hear a sniffle. I still, ears straining, and then it comes again.
Setting my bottle of water aside, I slowly make my way down the hall. It’s dark, but there is enough light from the living room for me to see Kaitlin standing outside the bathroom. Tears line her cheeks, and her hands are fisted into the bottom of her sleep shirt. She glances up when she hears me step on a creaky floorboard. Wide hazel eyes fill with fear before she ducks her head.
“What’s wrong, princess?” I drop to my knees and brush some hair behind her ear to get her to look at me.
“I-” A hiccuped sob interrupts her. “I has an accident. D-didn’t make it to the potty in time.”
Glancing down, I see the wet spot beneath her feet. “Hey-”
“I sorry!” Her quiet cries grow louder, her tiny chest heaving with them.
