Something deep and primal settled in his chest, pleased by that single word. He belonged to these omegas so completely already. He couldn’t imagine how incredible he would feel once they were officially marked and claimed.
“Your omega is in heat, Spider,” Dante said quietly, brushing his knuckles across Callum’s cheek, the skin warm and soft beneath his touch. “You both need us. Do you think you can share the nest?”
“I sure fucking hope so,” Van gritted out, his jaw clenched with the effort of staying seated. Dante knew Van wanted both omegas in the nest and full of his cum, because that’s what they all wanted. What theyneeded.
“My omega,” Callum repeated in a whimper. He looked around the room searchingly, sniffing the air. “Mine.”
Dante smiled, lifting Callum from Van’s lap and carrying him across the room. Van followed close on his heels. They stepped into the hallway just in time to witness Bianca’s climax, her moans and cries ratcheting up the electric current of desire coursing between them all.
Callum squirmed in Dante’s arms, reaching for Bianca. She opened her eyes as her orgasm subsided, her gaze finding the other omega. Dante tensed.
Then Bianca lunged, almost escaping King’s grip. She grabbed Callum’s outstretched hands and pulled with surprising strength. Instinctively, Dante gave in, letting her close the space between them. Then the two omegas were intertwined, kissing, biting, marking, her fingers raking through his curls, his hands greedily roaming her body.
French toast, maple syrup, apples, and oleander. His Viper and his Spider. Dante was helplessly trapped in their web, fire spreading through his veins like venom. He never wanted to escape.
His mouth watered and his cock grew impossibly hard. The pack moved as one toward the bedroom, leaving a trail of clothes in their wake. Dante relished every brush of skin against his, every kiss and lick and the perfect mixture of scents in the air. His dick was leaking precum, his knot throbbing with anticipation. He needed to bury himself in hisomegas and fill them with his cum until there was no question they were absolutely and completely his.
Pack King still had enough self-control left to allow the omegas to lead this first foray into their nest. Van had changed the sheets that morning, sliding the hidden panels into place and drawing the curtains in preparation for Bianca’s heat. He’d tossed in some of the pillows and soft bits Callum and Bianca had accumulated, and the rest waited in a nearby cabinet. Everything was ready, but it was the omegas who would change this space from a bed to a true nest.
Bianca crawled across the mattress, running her hands over the sheets and curtains experimentally. Callum stretched out like a cat, rubbing his bare skin against the bedding and purring contentedly. The pack bond thrummed with satisfaction.
Suddenly, Bianca curled in on herself, gripping her stomach and hissing in pain. Dante started toward her, but King held up a hand to stop him. It was a little old school, but they’d agreed to wait to be invited into the nest by their omegas. Of course, if either of them showed much more discomfort or pain, the alphas would forego the formalities. Already, that obvious reaction to a cramp had Dante’s instincts chomping at the bit to get to Bianca.
Callum beat him to it. He scrambled to her side, then stretched himself out once more. Bianca was still on her hands and knees, so Callum wriggled beneath her, grabbed her hips, and pulled her down onto his face. Bianca cried out, sitting upright, and grinding down to meet his eager mouth.
The perfume in the air grew impossibly thicker as Bianca’s slick ran down Callum’s chin. Callum’s dick stood erect and glistening, his ass no doubt ready and waiting to be taken. A growl reverberated through Dante’s chest, mirroring Van’s and King’s.
Callum moaned loudly, his pretty cock twitching needily. Bianca whimpered in response, sliding down his body. She wrapped her hand around his cock and slid it between her folds, and Dante thought he might cum just from the sound of his omegas’ slick mixing. When Bianca slid Callum’s dick inside her, another jolt of electricity ran through the pack bond.
A thousand years passed in excruciatingly pleasurable anticipation as Pack King watched Bianca ride Callum, their sweet scents intermingling and swelling until Dante’s head was filled with nothing but single-minded need. The omegas pushed each other higher and higher, their excitement growing, but neither able to find the fullness they needed. At this stage of their heats, only knots would suffice.
Callum grabbed Bianca’s hips and pulled her off his cock and back onto his face, lapping desperately at her folds, his fingers digging into the supple flesh of her ass. The two omegas whined in unison, hungry for so much more. Bianca’s hips bucked, her head falling back. She turned to Pack King, her moonlight eyes full of desperation.
“Alphas,” she whimpered, and that was all the invitation they needed.
King hung back, in another act of old school tradition, letting his packmates satiate themselves first. It wasn’t how rich people typically did it, but the working class custom fit King’s personality. He would be the last to claim their omegas, sealing their bond for life, accepting the responsibility to protect and lead them. Dante could feel King’s excitement and pride pulsing beneath the growing connection between them all.
Tradition or not, Dante was glad he didn’t have to hold back anymore. Van went straight for Bianca, kissing her fiercely while she writhed on Callum’s face. Dante licked a trail of slick up Callum’s shaft, moaning at the tangy sweetness. The taste exploded on his tongue, sendingshockwaves to his brain, and the last of his restraint vanished. He grabbed a pillow and slid it under Callum’s hips before rutting into him with reckless abandon.
Dante wasn’t sure how long he’d been lost in the sensation of Callum wrapped around his dick before he was pulled onto another plane of existence by Bianca’s mouth on his neck. He opened his eyes to see that Van had spun her around, lifted her off Callum’s face, and was thrusting into her roughly. Bianca clutched Dante’s arms, her licks and bites against his neck growing more insistent as Van fucked her harder.
Dante moved faster, sinking deeper into Callum’s tight little ass, his strokes growing increasingly erratic. King joined them, pulling Van into a rough kiss. Callum reached up to stroke King’s cock, and Dante wasn’t sure which of them moaned. Maybe everyone did.
There was so much sensation flowing through the bond that Dante didn’t know which feelings were his and which belonged to his mates, and it didn’t matter. The only thing that mattered was his omega biting his neck, marking him as hers, and the way the pack bond brightened with a silvery glow that hadn’t been there before.
Bianca released Dante on a ragged scream as Van fucked her harder. She arched her back and braced herself on her forearms, lowering her mouth onto Callum’s dick. Callum keened and lifted his hips and Dante lost himself again as his knot swelled and the air grew thicker with the aroma of pleasure and the rhythm of slapping flesh.
“Oh, fuck, I’m going to come!” Callum’s words dissolved into guttural sounds, and he clenched around Dante in a way that made his toes curl.
Dante knew his orgasm was close, and that it would be followed by many, many more before he was at all satisfied. He was already thinking about fucking Callum’s mouth and Bianca’s pussy, and any other availablehole until all of them were dripping cum and soaked in each other’s sweat.
Bianca screamed again as Van grunted a string of curses and knotted her. Dante could see Callum’s cum coating Bianca’s tongue. He grabbed her face and shoved his tongue into her mouth, tasting both of his omegas at once, as he plunged his knot into Callum’s ass and found his release.
Van pulled Bianca upright and buried his teeth in the creamy skin of her neck. The silvery glow threading through their bond flared brighter. Dante felt tears on his cheeks, though he couldn’t have articulated why. He didn’t try to parse his emotions. Instead, he lowered himself onto Callum, rocking his hips and releasing another spurt of cum as he bit down on the spot where the omega’s neck and shoulder met, crisscrossing the fresh bite Van had given him. Gold light wove through the pack bond, filling Dante with awe. Somewhere close by, he could feel Bianca marking Van, sending another surge of pride through his chest.
Eventually, Dante lifted himself onto his forearms to look into Callum’s beautiful eyes. He stared into their amber depths and understood why he’d been crying. This omega was perfect. Both of his omegas were perfect. And they’d chosen him.
The boy whose mother had left him behind before he’d even learned to recognize her face. The boy whose relatives couldn’t see him as their own flesh and blood because his skin and hair and eyes were too dark. The boy who nobody had wanted had been chosen by the two best alphas he’d ever known and now here was yet another miracle.
