Coming down the stairs, they look like they’ve been up to something. I can smell the lust coming off Jacks and Candice, and Xan looks like the cat that ate the canary. Both of my packmates are sporting obvious wood, so I doubt they went too far. We’re all exhausted, and her perfume is making it hard to remember why we don’t all just go up, break in the new nest properly, and then pass out for the next twelve hours or so.
The thinking part of my brain knows why. We’re waiting for her to be good with it. We want her to want the whole pack, and we need her to understand what that means and be ok with us taking care of her. From what I hear, she’s been alone for a while now, and even before then it was just her and her gramps.
Lust is there, totally, I’ve been horny nearly all the time since I smelled her. But Jacks isn’t the only one whose alpha caregiving is riding him hard.
Trouble is, I don’t know what to do. Most of my care taking of people has been more about responding to a need than tryingto look for one, and it means I have to think more than I normally do. Because Candice has done a great job of taking care of herself for a long time, and she has a damned good handle on it.
The obvious thing is her car. I could get under there and replace the axle now that the tires and oil are sorted. Xan was the one who saw the axle was nearly busted so I need to talk to him about it. Something just isn’t sitting right about it. Maybe after some food and rest my head will be a little less fuzzy.
Jacks has always been a great cook, but he really seems to be pulling out all the stops with her around. Sliced fruit, fresh squeezed orange juice, and I don’t know what the fuck a German pancake is–doesn’t look much like a pancake, but damn it’s good. Apparently she thinks so too, judging by the noises she is making.
Fuck, I’m hard again.
Didn’t I just take care of this in the shower.
Dammit.
The whole table has gone quiet except for Candice who doesn’t seem to realize the effect she is having on the rest of us. I put my head in my hands and try to focus on something else.
Think about baseball, taxes…getting a colonoscopy?
Nope, no good, now I’m just picturing her in a little nurse outfit.
Fuck.
“Thanks for the food Jacks, it was great. Just leave the dishes in the sink, I’ll take care ‘em later. I gotta crash.” I gotta take care of this hard on and sleep. I feel nearly fucking insane at thispoint and if I don’t get away from her scent, I am gonna crawl into that nest with her, and then I don’t know if we’ll getanyrest.
Everybody’s looking at me…what did I miss?
“Sorry, I tend to ramble…I just wanted to thank you. Um, Jacks said you helped with the nest shopping, and I just wanted to say thank you…so…yeah…thank you…sorry.”
I blink through my sleep deprived and hormonal haze. “Oh, yeah, nah, that was almost all him, I just helped with the pickup, he did all the real work. Sorry I’m not more chatty, I really am dead on my feet. Get some rest omega.”
“Oh, ok. Sleep well,” she mumbles and I hear a loud sniff–and now everyone is glaring at me.
“Little omega, the only thing I want right now is to carry you up to your nest and lick and nibble on every inch of your body, knot you hard, and then fall asleep wrapped around you. But I am gonna be completely honest, I can’t. I can barely keep my eyes open right now. I am tired, I am sore, and if I crawl in that nest with you I’ll just fumble around. I want our first time together to be special.”
I reach over the table and wipe her tears away with my thumb. “Because you're special, and I need to be coherent for that, to make sure you feel good. But, I'll tell you what. If I don’t manage to fall asleep within 10 minutes Iwillcome to your nest, at least to try to snuggle, Deal?”
“Yes alpha.” And I have to clench my teeth against the groan just from hearing that.
“See you in a few hours, omega. Be a good girl and get some rest.”
I make my way back upstairs to my room, and tuck myself into my big empty bed, barely closing my eyes before I’m out.
Ilook down and nearly come just from the sight of her kneeling between my splayed thighs. Her hair hanging over one shoulder tickles my hip as she leans down to lick the tip of my cock. I’m so fucking hard it hurts, and the sight of her little pink tongue flicking up the underside has me leaking like a fucking faucet. She’s holding herself up with one hand, while the other wraps around my knot and squeezes far too gently.
I groan when she takes the head in her mouth, tongue flicking over my slit, gathering what’s already there, and swallowing around my length. I reach down to run my fingers over her jaw and then into her hair, not forcing her down on my cock, but just for the added sensation of her hair wrapped around me.
“Oh fuck, baby, you feel so good.”
Her mouth is so hot and wet and I know I can’t last like this. She is making little whimpering moans in her throat and it vibrates my entire shaft as she bobs up and down, rolling her tongue like a wave against the underside of my head.
“Just like that, fuck. Please, baby, I’m gonna come, god, I’m so close. Fuck!”
I feel my balls tighten up, the vibration at the base of my spine, and I try to move her head, try to pull her back so I don’t come in her mouth. But she won’t stop and lets out a tiny omega growl that undoes me completely, and I can’t hold back. I moan as my release hits, hot jets filling-
Nothing–I just made a huge mess in the bed.
