I’d never done this before—never doneanythingsexual before—but I followed my instincts and dove in to lick her from ass to clit. I would do whatever I could to make this good for her.
I was drunk on her in an instant, addicted after my first taste, and I would never get enough.
Watching her with Leo and King had been enough to drive me fucking insane. My alpha fought against the bounds of my rut suppressants as I struggled to maintain control of my instincts. I had taken two extra pills before entering her nest. Holding myself back from her until they kicked in had been fucking torture. Nothing could have prepared me for what it would feel like to have my omega spread before me, crying out for my cock.
It was heaven and hell, wrapped up in one.
Heaven because she was my everything, my dream come true.
Hell because my diagnosis meant that at any moment, I was seconds away from succumbing to my rut and harming her.
My fear was the only thing grounding me as I continued feasting on her. I was so dizzy from the suppressants that I could barely keep my eyes open, but I didn’t stop. A purr rumbled through my chest, and Lucy whimpered as she tightened her hold on my hair.
“Please, Wilder. Please, please. I need you inside me.”
My girl was begging for my cock and I couldn’t give it to her. I should have slowed things down, stopped her before I entered the nest to tell her everything—how it was too dangerous for me to fuck her, how the safest thing for her would be for me to leave—but I was weak.
I pressed a finger into her tight channel, wishing it was my cock. I added a second fingers and curved them toward me. “Your pussy is fucking strangling me.” I added a third finger and curved them toward me. She opened so beautifully at the stretch. My knot fucking ached with desperation to be inside her.
“That’s it. Come for me, sweetheart.”
She cried out, her pretty little cunt squeezing my fingers as I worked her swollen clit until she came, a fresh burst of slick soaking my beard.
I couldn’t stop, couldn’t tear myself from her as she rode the waves of her orgasm.
I had never seen perfection like her.
Finally, all the tension seeped out of her, but there was nothing relaxed about the rigid set of my muscles.
I moved over her body with a growl, my fist working my cock so hard it was painful. I came seconds later, splattering her stomach and chest with my release. If I couldn’t come inside her, at least I could mark her with my scent.
Her wide eyes met mine as she caressed my jaw. I tempted fate by pressing a soft kiss to her lips. Our first kiss. My heart ached when I forced myself to pull back.
It was too easy to lose myself in her.
“I’ll get a cloth,” I muttered. I headed to the bathroom down the hall, drawing in big gulps of air as I tried to clear her scent from my lungs. It was useless. Lucy was imprinted on my soul.
When I returned to the nest, my omega was half asleep as Leo and King stroked her hair and kissed her.
I washed my cum off her skin, leaving just enough that my scentwould be potent without her feeling sticky. I tossed the towel in the hamper in the corner and moved to the edge of the nest.
I couldn’t make myself leave, but I needed to create distance. King met my gaze with narrowed eyes but said nothing. He wrapped Lucy in his arms until her back was plastered to his chest, and I fought my primal urge to howl with jealousy.
51
Leo
Years of waking up earlyfor Ocean Rescue shifts and, more recently, flower market days, meant my body woke me at six despite our late night. My lips curved into a smile before my eyes opened. Lucy was sprawled halfway across my chest with King sandwiched on her other side. Everything was perfect…except my brow furrowed when I spotted Wilder lying at the very edge of the nest.
He’d seemed off last night. Maybe he just needed more time to get comfortable with all of this. I liked to think I’d gotten to know the reserved alpha pretty well the past couple weeks, and I knew he’d never been with an omega before. This was a lot for all of us to figure out.
“Go back to sleep.” King’s voice was muffled against Lucy’s hair. “We don’t have to be at the grand opening until nine thirty.” He wrapped his arm around our omega and his hand came to rest on my chest, sending flutters through my stomach. Watching him with Lucy last night had been the hottest thing I’d ever seen, and it only made me want him more. I squeezed my eyes shut. It was too early to navigate my tangled feelings.
I dozed for a little while longer before jolting awake.
Shit.
I had PT this morning and needed to leave now to avoid being late. I was tempted to message Cassie and let her know I’d miss today’s appointment, but I was planning to talk to her about getting a referral to pain management. Lucy’s acceptance—my entirepack’sacceptance of my cane—had freed me from the last vestiges of embarrassment. I would always grieve my previous body—its strength, surety, and lack of pain—but I could find a home in my new body.
