Be mine

K.L. MOORE

Contents

Content

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Authors Note

An Omegaverse Novella

First Published by K.L. Moore 2022

Copyright © 2022 by K.L. Moore

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Cover design by K.L. Moore

Content

Content Warning:

Let me just go ahead and warn you now, this is like 90% straight smut. It’s definitely gonna fall in the erotica category. It’s one GIANT, GAY, FUCK PILE, okay? So, if that’s not your thing, close this book right the fuck now. If it is your thing, well… Here’s a list of some things you may see within these pages:

*Oral knotting

*Strap-on action

*M/M and F/F situations

*Cum. So much cum.

*Cream pies. Lots of ‘em.

*Anal knotting

*Pegging

*Group scenes

*Cursing

*Breeding kink

*and so on…

If none of that is your jam, LOOK AWAY!!! I’m warning you right now, this is straight smut! So if you hate it because of all the sex after you’ve read it, well… You were fucking warned so who’s really to blame for you hating it, hmmm??

This is meant to be a quick, light, and sexy read because my next book is… heavy. Enjoy the butterflies while you can, kiddies. I plan to rip your hearts out and stomp them into dust with the next one.

Xoxo, K.L. Moore

Chapter One

Shade

For fuck’s sake. I’m godsdamn late! My alarm is blaring loudly, and the sound screeching out has me squeezing my eyes tight until I can’t take it anymore and glare harshly at the stupid thing. The numbers blinking frantically on the screen show that I’m already fifteen minutes late for work, making me curse under my breath.

I throw my covers off and fall flat on my face with my ass in the air as my legs get tangled in the sheets. I quickly push myself up, blowing a pesky piece of hair out of my eyes, and rush to the bathroom to brush my teeth and wash my face, since that’s all I have time for now. I groan when I see my tangled ash blonde curls piled on my head as I angrily scrub my teeth. There’s no fucking way I can fix that right now, so fluffy bun it is.

I can’t believe I’m late. I’m never late! In fact, I’m normally painfully early for everything. Maybe it’s the people pleaser in me. Who knows? Regardless, this is completely out of character for me, and to be perfectly honest, I’m slightly pissed off about it. 

Jenna is going to give me so much shit over this. 

She’s another omega I work with and is practically the manager of the bakery we work in. I’d like to say she’s a friend, but we don’t really hang out. I don’t have any friends, per se. 

Not like, you know, best friends that I can depend on or turn to when I need someone to lean on.

Rushing back across the hall once my face and teeth are clean, I ignore the pile of dirty laundry lumped together by my bedroom door. 

I’ll get to it. Eventually. 

Probably.

I dig through my closet, tossing things out, until I find a decent pair of jeans and a plain black tee. Quickly, I switch my threadbare, oversized, but extremely comfortable tee for the dreaded jeans and shirt that actually fits. I’d much rather work in my pajamas. Then again, I doubt my boss would appreciate me working in just a t-shirt and panties. 

Bet I’d get a lot of tips, though.

Once I’m dressed, I grab my keys and my phone, throwing them haphazardly into my crossbody bag and run out my front door, locking it behind me.

At the elevators, I impatiently press the down button a hundred times, like that’ll make the damned thing move faster. I know it won’t, but I do it anyway, because why the fuck not? 

A girl can hope that, just this once, it’ll work.

             As I’m standing there bouncing on my feet anxiously, I catch a whiff of my perfume and get a little clammy. My panties become damp as slick gathers along my slit and drips out of me.

             Kill me. 

             What is today? Seventh of… February? Ugh. Just in time for V-Day. How fucking romantic. Cue the eye roll.

            I can’t believe I forgot all about my heat being due soon. I’m going to need to spray myself with descenter, so let’s just hope that I have some in my bag leftover from the last heat. I dig around in my bag, silently praying to whatever gods are out there that I have a bottle in here somewhere, nearly crying in relief when I find it.

I spritz myself all over as the elevator doors ding open. I walk in, still spraying myself down as the doors close moments later. I do not need to leave anything to chance this close to my heat. It also means that I’ll need to let my boss and Jenna know that I likely won’t be in for the rest of the week. Which sucks because I really need the money.

Being a lone omega isn’t always so bad, but times like these make me wish I had a pack to go home to for things like this. I didn’t really give any packs much of a chance when I was at the Omega Center; stubborn to my core about wanting to live alone and be my own person for a while.

Well, I accomplished that.

 I live alone. I work alone. I eat way too much takeout and watch too much tv alone. And that’s about it.

 I have no social life, no real friends, no potential mates. 

 It’s just me. And it’s lonely as hell.

Three years ago, I’d have been thrilled about all of this. Now, after living in these apartments designated for omegas and dealing with heat services for the last few years, I’m over it.

 I’d actually like to find my own pack now; settle down, have someone there for me to cuddle after a long day. Someone that cares for me unconditionally.

 Maybe I should call the Center and ask them to sign me up for some of their mixers for unmated omegas?

The elevator doors slide open, and I rush out, shoving the bottle of descenter back into my bag. I throw a wave over my shoulder at Henry as I crash through the doors and take off, running down the sidewalk toward work. 

No time for busy traffic today. It’ll be much quicker for me to just hoof it the four blocks to the bakery. I just might be out of breath by the time I get there. 

No biggie.

When I finally walk into Cake My Day, my spiral curls are flopping across my forehead wildly, having slipped free of my scrunchie, and I’m a little sweaty- and a lot out of breath.

Exercise? Yeah, I don’t know her.

I like my junk food unapologetically. I love my plump hips and slightly jiggly belly, having no shame in the way I look. I’m thick, and I’ve yet to have a sexual partner that’s complained about it, thank you very much.

They normally praise these rolls and this extra juicy pussy so, I’m clearly doing something right. Maybe everyone should stop eating rabbit food and deep throat a twinkie every now and again. Those spongy bastards with cream in the middle are even better deep fried. Just saying.

I’m not paying attention to my surroundings as I stomp in, glaring at the scuffed black-and-white checkered floor, and grumbling under my breath while piling my curls back up. Warm apple pie with hints of cinnamon overtakes my senses just before I crash into a solid chest. Firm arms band around me and my nose falls against said chest, where I take a deep inhale and groan in ecstasy at the scent.

Fuck. Me. Please.

I don’t know who this is, but godsdamn, they smell delicious. I want to drag them back to my apartment, into my little nest, and have them wreck my pussy. Along with other things, if you catch my drift. I bet they taste like apple pie and that nearly has my mouth watering as the thought of drinking them down invades my mind.

When I glance up, my eyes clash with striking pale green against smooth mocha skin, making my mouth go dry. Thick lips that have me wanting to take a bite sit beneath a strong nose. The next thing I notice is a cut jawline that clenches audibly as this stranger looks at me.

Gods, I think my panties just went up in flames.

Alarms blare in my head, but not danger ones. Oh no. These scream that this fine male specimen is mine, and I certainly hope that’s the case. My belly flutters and, even through all the descenter I doused myself with, I can smell my perfume as it leaks out around us. I watch curiously as his nostrils flare and his pupils dilate, as he takes deep inhales of my scent in and a small growl slips past those juicy lips.

My fingers clench tight in his shirt and the smallest whine slips from my throat, everything below the belt clenching deliciously at that one soft growl.

“Gabriel? You good?” a deep voice calls at the stranger’s back, making me stiffen in his arms.

Apple Pie looks at me inquisitively before glancing back. Then he speaks, and gods… Did it just begin boiling in here?

“Yeah, everything’s okay, Rhett. Just helping a doe catch her footing,” he says, looking back at me with a smirk.

Gabriel. I bet that’d sound nice bouncing off my walls as I scream it while he impales me.

Ugh, fucking heat brain.

 I awkwardly clear my throat and unclench my hands, straightening his shirt back out as I give him a sheepish look. My cheeks are burning. They must be fire engine red. His scent deepens, the subtle cinnamon hint giving it a sharper bite, and a low growl sounds off at his back, making me still and my eyes widen. 

Oh. Shit.

Alpha.

I take a closer look at the beautiful man that kept me from falling on my face—for the second time today—now that I’m not quite so close. He has a swimmer’s build; his body lean, but no less sturdy or capable than anyone else. His hair is dark, cut close to his scalp. And something I missed when I was so close? Bond marks collar his throat. Three prominent bond marks, well healed over by now as there’s a silvery color to the scars.

Omega.

An omega I’d very much like to fuck.

An OILF, if you will.

Gods. I nearly snort at my ridiculous, but no less true, inner dialogue.

Well… I’ll be damned. My heat is near, and apparently, I’d very much like to invite an omega into my nest to help me through it. A bonded omega at that.

Huh. Interesting.

Ya know, I’ve always been the black sheep of my family, so this really doesn’t even surprise me. If anything, I find myself curious. And horny as hell. 

My coocoochara is such a ho. I don’t even blame her. At least she has good taste, because this omega has my belly clenching and my brain going haywire the more of him I take in.

Just like me to be attracted to what I’m not supposed to according to the almighty unspoken rules of society. Acting on this fascinating attraction would be like a giant fuck you to my parents, which would make me incredibly gleeful.

I didn’t take to any packs while at the Center, and not because none of them weren’t nice, but because I didn’t want to be held down by society’s standards of an omega. You know, the dutiful omega mate who pops out a bunch of babies and keeps their alphas’ knots squeezed? Or whatever. That’s what it seemed like they were pushing at the Center, but then again, I am a cynical one, so what do I know?

I just wanted to be my own person and make my own decisions and not be controlled by my biology. Much to my mother’s humiliation.

The mortified look I’d been met with when I’d informed her I’d be getting an apartment in the city and a job.

              Alone. 

Priceless, honestly. 

I think I saw a vein throbbing on her forehead, and one of her eyes even twitched!

I like little curveballs thrown at me every now and again, to really shake things up. And this one has me very intrigued. This omega smells like everything my hormones want to slurp down in excess.

His scent has me imagining a cozy cottage in the forest with a wood stove and a made-from-scratch apple pie sitting on a windowsill to cool. That’s like, oddly specific, but no less true. 

When he quirks a brow at me the longer I stare at him, I purse my lips to keep from grinning. Then another man steps up to his side, looking between us curiously and hot damn… I couldn’t keep my perfume under control if I really tried because he is delicious. Tall, tan, and dripping in ink with several visible piercings.

Next to his omega, my heat spiking brain is conjuring up all kinds of naughty images in my head that send me into a perfuming tailspin that has both men’s eyes widening as they quickly work to usher me right back out the door of the bakery for some fresh air. I’m helpless to fight against them; too focused on the way my skin feels electrified when they both touch me.

I was already late, so what’s a few more minutes while I try to get my hormones under control? 

I’m sure Jenna will understand.

Chapter Two

Gabriel

How does one deal with being in love with someone for years, but the feelings are unreciprocated? Especially when the person you happen to be in love with is one of your best friends? Who just so happens to now have her own pack with another omega in it?

That’s what I’m contemplating when honeydew and spun sugar crashes into me with a pile of ash blond spiral curls and a frown in place. Two different colored eyes clash with mine, one a deep ocean blue and the other a light amber color with starbursts of gold that shoot out from the iris. Against her lightly tanned skin, they’re striking and captivating, nearly impossible to look away from. Freckles dot across an adorable little nose, which sits above pink lips shaped like a cupid’s bow.

She’s curvy and soft, with a cinched waist and noticeable love handles.

 I fucking love those things. More to grip on to, if you catch my drift. 

The woman in front of me perfumes a cloud of straight desire as Rhett steps closer, and my cock hardens in my jeans uncomfortably. My scent also gets stronger the more of her I breathe in, which has Rhett growling low under his breath.

Rhett leads the omega and me outside for some fresh air before she starts a frenzy in the quaint little bakery I’d found on our walk this morning. There are at least two other alphas within the shop and a handful of betas, and based on the way this doe eyed omega’s scent keeps spiking, I’d say she’s close to her heat.

Once we’re outside, I pull her over to the side against the outer wall and Rhett and I stand in front of her, blocking her from any wandering eyes. Rhett has his back to her, and I catch the way her throat bobs as she swallows while staring a hole into his back. I can’t help the smirk that spreads across my lips.

You’d think it’d piss me off, but surprisingly, it just makes me want to take her home with me. What an interesting turn of events.

“What’s your name, Doe?” I ask softly, trying to ignore the way her perfume has me ready to throw her over my shoulder and take her back to my nest.

Her teeth bite into those pink lips and I nearly groan. Tempting little she-devil.

“Shade,” she breathes out, stars in her eyes as she looks up into mine.

Shade.

What a curious name. It doesn’t fit her per se, because, unlike her name implies, she seems very light and airy—glowing. She’s entrancing, and I don’t think there’s been another omega I’ve felt a pull to quite this strong other than Ripley. Actually, this feels like more than the little reactions I’ve had to Ripley. More intense. More appealing. 

Just… more. 

My gut clenches as I stare into her mismatched eyes, her scent clouding my brain and making it foggy. I crowd her against the wall involuntarily, my front pressing against hers as her back rests against the brick behind her. Her breathing picks up and she trembles, but not in fear.

“It’s nice to meet you, Shade. I’m Gabriel, and that’s my alpha, Rhett. Probably not such a good idea to be out and about right now. Do you need help getting back home?” I purr out, resting one of my arms above her head.

I can practically feel Rhett’s dark gaze searing into the side of my face, but I ignore him, as I’m completely mesmerized by the omega in front of me. She shouldn’t be out right now, and it has me wondering where her alphas are. Now that I think about it, maybe I should pull back a bit. I wouldn’t want to be encroaching on anyone’s territory.

I go to move away, but she grips my shirt again and drags me closer, inhaling my scent deeply and groaning.

“Has anyone ever told you that you smell divine, Gabriel?” she asks in a low, sweet tone.

Rhett’s head whips back towards us faster than one can blink, and I’m slightly concerned he might have cracked something vital with how quickly he just turned. I’m also a little shocked the omega in front of me is so bold. It’s honestly refreshing.

I chuckle and say, “My alphas have told me a time or two, I’m sure.”

Shade glances at Rhett momentarily before sliding those mismatched eyes back to me.

She shakes her head, and her eyes clear up a little as she clears her throat. Her cheeks turn a rosy shade, but her eyes hide a mischievous gleam in them I find enticing. 

“Sorry about… all that. Um… I’m actually supposed to be at work, and I’m already so freaking late…” she trails off, nibbling her lip. “I don’t think I should go in now, though. My heat must be closer than I thought it was.” Her brow furrows and her nose scrunches adorably.

“I could go let someone know if you don’t feel comfortable going back in?” I blurt out without thinking.

I really don’t want her walking back in there smelling like this, and I’m sure her boss wouldn’t appreciate the wholesale destruction it could cause. Right now, she’s not perfuming like crazy, and the fresh air seems to be helping a little, which is good because of all the people walking the sidewalk in a rush to get where they’re going. 

“Are you sure you don’t mind?” she asks sheepishly.

“I really don’t. Just wait here,” I say, moving away from her and toward the door, which is a harder feat than I was expecting.

“It’s likely the manager behind the counter. Her name’s Jenna.” 

I nod and then glance at Rhett, telling him with my eyes to stay with her before stepping back into the warm air of the bakery. The line has gotten longer since we escorted Shade outside, and at the person behind the counter is one very frazzled and pissed off woman. I push through to the front of the line, apologizing to everyone I cut in front of and promising I’m not ordering anything.

“You must be Jenna?”

“What gave it away? The name tag that clearly states my name is Jenna or my winning personality that totally screams ‘Jenna’?” she deadpans, rolling her eyes.

Her scent tells me she’s an omega, but her personality seems to be more of a fit for a beta or maybe even an alpha. 

Ooookay then.

“Shade is outside, but she won’t be able to come in. Seems there’s a… heat issue,” I tell the overly annoyed omega in front of me, grimacing when she scowls at me. 

“Fantastic. A heads up before now would have been great. Just saying,” Jenna scoffs, pinching the bridge of her nose and squeezing her eyes shut.

I shuffle my feet uncomfortably, feeling bad for the girl, but also assuming Shade figured she had more time. I don’t think she planned to walk into work and become a perfuming mess, leaving the woman shorthanded.

“Just tell her I’ll see her next week after it passes. I need to see if I can get someone else to come in to cover her shifts,” she finally says after several tense moments of silence, looking at the person behind me as she waits for their order.

I don’t linger, rushing back outside to where I left Shade and Rhett. Rhett’s back is still to her, but if I didn’t know any better, I’d say he’s a lot closer to her than he was when I’d walked in. As I look between the two, I realize that there’s no jealousy or feelings of being territorial about their proximity. In fact, I wouldn’t mind seeing Shade entangled with one—or more—of my alphas. 

Huh.

“Okay, she said she’ll see you next week,” I say when I get closer to them both.

“She was pissed, huh?”

“Um…”

Shade sighs and rolls her eyes. “Can’t say I blame her. Valentine’s Day is coming up in a few days and she’s going to be slammed if she can’t find someone willing to come in and cover my shift.”

“I’m sure she’ll find someone.”

Shade gives me a dubious look before groaning, her cheeks taking on a pink tint.

“I should make my way home and get everything ready. Thanks for… pulling me out of there, and sorry about kind-of trying to molest you.” 

She could molest me anytime of any day, and I don’t think I’d complain a bit.

 I don’t want her to leave. Or, at least, not without me. There’s this urge to be with her right now that I can’t explain. Something pulling me to her I don’t want to ignore. 

“We could, uh…” I glance back at Rhett, and he raises a curious brow at me. “We could walk with you, just to make sure you get there safely? If you don’t mind, that is?”

Her plump lips purse as she eyes me and then Rhett, who is standing stock still staring at me with parted lips and wide eyes. Like he can’t believe I would offer to walk her home when she’s so close to a heat and smelling the way she does. With one of my alphas present. 

This is an unknown omega. I know nothing about her other than my instincts are drawn to her, and she smells so damn good that I feel I could drown in her without a care in the world.

 I mean, it’s not a huge shocker that I’m attracted to another omega. I’d kind of figured out early in life that I was… a little on the strange end of my designation.

It’s also no secret that I’ve had a crush on Ripley since I first met her. Well, not to anyone but her. 

I told all my alphas from day one that there was something there that I was attracted to within Ripley. They never tried to dissuade me, despite their… reservations. And as the years passed and Ripley rejected every pack she met, the more I had hope—and maybe my alphas did as well—that she’d be open to joining us. 

She might have if she loved me as more than a friend and hadn’t found a scent match just before we were all set to leave the Omega Center behind.

I’ve been trying to get over how perfect she and River are together. Their alphas and beta are great too, and it’s so obvious they all love each other, but there’s just something truly special between Rip and River. The way he nearly lost it when she was kidnapped put a lot into perspective for me. 

River loves her with the ferocity of any alpha, but to make things even better, he gets her on a baser level, more than anyone else could simply because they share the same designation. It’s beautiful, and something I kind of envy and want for myself. 

Shade scrutinizes us for several moments, trying to decide whether to trust us to get her home, and I nearly breathe out a sigh of relief when she nods her head.

“Yeah, okay. That’s probably a good idea, anyway.”

I grin at her, telling her to lead the way as I step up to her side and she starts walking. Rhett follows behind us in a bit of a daze, but still pays attention to our surroundings and keeps us both in his sight.

“So… Are there alphas waiting at home that are going to freak out about me and Rhett walking you home?” I ask after the first block, needing to learn anything about her I can.

She snorts. “Nah. It’s just me. I’m an anomaly that chose not to bond with anyone after graduating simply because I wanted to be my own person and not be a slave to my hormones and designation.”

My brows raise in surprise. It’s not such a shock, I suppose. I mean, plenty of omegas have chosen to live their lives in solitude rather than finding a pack, electing to live in one of the few omega-only apartment buildings that are around and using heat services when they’re needed. As much as Ripley thought she was the only one to leave the Center without a pack, she wasn’t. 

Just… the others voluntarily chose a solitary life. It seems so impersonal and lonely to me. I couldn’t imagine living all alone and never having the comfort of my alphas when I needed it.

“Will you call the heat services, then?” I ask casually, unable to help being nosy.

“Yeah,” she sighs. “It’s not so bad, but it’s gotten a little old. Someone new coming around every time my heat pops up. Sometimes I’ll get repeat alphas if they’re still on the roster, and that’s nice because they know my do’s and don’ts already. This heat spiked a little sooner than I was prepared for, so I hope they even have alphas available.” Her brow creases at the thought that the Center may have no one available for her.

I wish I could tell her that me and my pack would help, but I can’t just volunteer my alphas up for another omega’s heat. Not without talking to them all first, at least. 

Is it terrible that part of me hopes they don’t have anyone available?

I nibble on my bottom lip and side-eye Rhett, who’s gotten closer as we walked, and is now on my other side. He raises a brow, narrowing his dark eyes at me because he knows me so well.

I huff under my breath and put my eyes forward again, keeping pace with Shade. She’s quiet on the rest of our walk, and when she stops in front of one of the giant brick buildings, waving at the doorman, I can’t help the disappointment taking root deep in my gut. 

“Well, this is me. You got me here all safe and sound,” she teases with a smirk, her two-toned eyes twinkling. 

I’m struck for a moment at how beautiful and interesting they are. They pull me in like a void, making it difficult for me to look away. There’s something magnetic about this omega, and it’s killing me I’m going to have to walk away and possibly never see her again. I suppose I could pop up at that bakery again at some point, since I know that’s where she works, but would that be stalkerish? I don’t know. I really need to talk to my alphas about this little development. 

“Do you have anyone you can call in case things don’t go the way you plan?” I ask.

“Mm… No, not really. I mean, I guess I could try calling my mom, but we don’t exactly talk much…”

I chew on the inside of my cheek for a moment while I debate with myself internally about whether to offer to give her my number should anything go wrong. 

Would it be weird?

Would it make her uncomfortable?

Fuck it. 

“Can I give you my number? You can call me if you need anything, and it’d make me feel better if I know you have someone you can call that’s dependable. I just… I’ll worry otherwise, I suppose. I’d like to know you’re taken care of,” I tell her, reasoning with myself that I’m just trying to be a nice guy and look out for her.

 It’s not like I’m praying that the OC can’t help her and she’ll have to call me or anything. Because that would be absolutely horrible. 

Shade quirks a brow and purses her lip in a self-satisfied smirk. “Yeah, okay Omega. I’ll take your number. Wouldn’t want you worrying about little ol’ me.”

I grin at her as she pulls her phone out of her pocket and passes it over to me. I quickly input my number into her contacts and then pass the phone back to her, almost reluctantly.

“It was nice to meet you, Gabriel,” she practically purrs my name, and I have to fight back a groan at the way she says it. 

She flicks her eyes over to Rhett and smiles at him sweetly. “You, too, Playboy.”

I quirk a brow and Rhett’s face scrunches at her as she gives us a two-finger salute and turns her back on us. I watch her until I can’t see her anymore and then let out a sigh as I turn to Rhett.

“You wanna tell me what the hell all that was?” He asks, and I wince, sighing.

 “Come on. Might as well talk about it with everyone else present.”

Chapter Three

Shade

Back in my apartment, I rest my head against the door, closing my eyes and breathing in the familiar scents of my space. My panties are soaked with slick, and all I truly want is to be knotted into oblivion.

 Biology is truly such a bitch.

My heart flutters in my chest as Gabriel’s beautiful smile pops into my mind and my lips tip up.

Fuck.

He was cute as hell. And his alpha wasn’t too bad on the eyes, either. 

Such a shame he’s bonded with a pack. I would have asked him if he’d like to join in on my heat. That’d be something new and fun. 

Gotta mix it up every now and again, right? Or things get boring. And who wants to be bored during something as phenomenal as a heat? 

Exactly. 

Not a damn soul, because that’s just stupid as fuck.

My mother would have a coronary if she found out I had a major spike all because of an omega that smells like warm apple pie with hints of vanilla and cinnamon, which makes me a thousand times more interested than I already was if I’m being honest.

I shake my head with a sigh and walk farther inside, throwing my phone on the kitchen counter as I head to the nesting space I set up when I moved in.

Nest first, then call the Center.

I open the hall closet and start pulling bedding and whatever else I can find down and throw it all into the small room off to the side of my bedroom. Then I grab the comforter and sheets from my bed, a few soft shirts that are old and worn—and are always in my nest for heats since they bring me comfort—and as many pillows as I can fit in my already overstuffed arms. Then I waddle my way to the nest by pure memory, because my stash is way taller than me and is more of a tower blocking my sight.

I’m not typically too picky on the types of materials I have, though I tend to lean more towards softer things, like silky and minky fabrics. I just like the way it feels against my skin. 

Absolutely NO wool, though. That shit itches and ruins all the other nesting materials should it end up mixed in with them somehow. It happened once, and I never forgave Gia—my girlfriend at the time—for mixing that stupid wool sweater of hers in with my things. 

I’m a bit of a grudge holder when I feel I’ve been wronged. Gia wronged me with that fucking sweater.

When I’m in a relationship, I become a major thief—stealing my partner’s clothes. I love having the scent of someone I have feelings for woven into my nest, and what better way to accomplish that than steal the things they’ve worn? 

Normally my nest is partially set up just in case I need a cozy space to hide, but I had to take everything out and disinfect it after the last loser I invited back here stank the place up. He was an unfortunate consequence of one too many drinks on what was supposed to be a fun night out. He ended up being a major douche canoe, and I needed his scent gone from my safe space.

 Then… Well, I just got busy and forgot to reassemble everything.

 It’s going to be like a whole new nest.

As I’m putting everything together and weaving in the different fabrics, I zone out and end up lost in thoughts of possibilities. 

Thoughts of mocha skin take hold—that skin rubbing against my lightly tanned complexion, limbs tangled together with barely an inch of space separating us, striking light green eyes boring into my own as I’m ravished.

 In my imaginings, I can practically feel those plump lips against mine, supple and pliant. 

Delectable.

I picture leading Gabriel into my nest and throwing him into the pile of soft fabrics and completely devouring him. I can practically smell his apple pie scent with hints of vetiver laced in. I can imagine it surrounding me. 

It’s a woody scent with hints of leather and smoke that nearly makes my mouth water. That one definitely belongs to the alpha that was with Gabriel.

Rhett.

I called him Playboy before I left them outside of my building. I don’t know why that name came to mind, but for some reason, I felt like it fit him. With his dark, penetrating gaze and perfectly styled mahogany brown hair, I can see him as such.

He was tall, muscled–but in a way that tells you he actually works with his body, not just on it. Mysterious, slightly intimidating. The tattoos I could see peeking out of the fitted tee he was wearing only intrigued me, and the few piercings I caught piqued my interest even more. There was one through his eyebrow and his ears were gauged, which makes me wonder if he’s pierced anywhere else…

 Something about him gives me player vibes, but from before he met his omega. Now he’s got a teddy bear soul. That was particularly evident in the protectiveness he showed during our encounter. He was captivating.

My perfume knocks me from my imaginings with how powerful it is and, when I come back to my senses, I realize my breathing is heavy, I’m uncomfortably warm, and my thighs are slick.

I groan and quickly finish putting the last few pieces into the nest, then get up so I can get this call to the Center over. No way do I want to be left alone for a heat. I’ve heard horror stories and I’m just not built for all that.

 Ya know, not being taken care of. 

 Yeah, fuck that.

 Time to call them before I’m really screwed, and not in the fun way.

 In my kitchen, I scoop up my phone and scroll through my contacts, clicking on the Heat Services number I have stored. While the phone rings, I make myself a pot of chamomile tea, hoping it’ll help calm me enough to keep the heat at bay until someone can be sent to me.

I could always go into the Center and use one of the many nests they have available, but I prefer the comfort of mine, and why shouldn’t I? They do enough background checks that it’s safe. Most alphas signed up to help unbonded omegas aren’t looking for more than a bit of heat fun, anyway. None of them want someone to keep, just someone to squeeze their knot until they black out.

I can’t say I’ve ever had a female alpha sent to me, even though I have it checked on the Center’s form that it’d be fine with me. Probably because most already have established packs and aren’t just looking for flings like the men that sign up for the heat service.

I’ve fooled around with a few beta women over the years, but I’ve never had the pleasure of enjoying the company of a female alpha. That’d be pretty amazing, I’d bet.

 An omega and a female alpha? 

 Yes, please. 

 I’ll take two.

“Omega Center Heat Services. This is Mary. How can I help you?” a cheery voice eventually echoes down the line.

I clear my throat, turning the front burner on as I place my kettle down.

“Yes, this is Shade Ortiz. It seems I’m going into my heat early, and I’m hoping you have alphas available that could be sent within the next day or two? I know it’s short notice…” I say, trailing off and picking at my bottom lip.

“Date of birth?”

“8/16/96,” I drone out on autopilot.

“Ah, here you are. Let me just run a check through our system. Hold please.”

That god’s awful elevator music plays in my ear as I’m placed on hold, and I roll my eyes, puffing my cheeks out as I wait. My belly twists as I worry there won’t be anyone available.

 Biology is being such a bastard, doing this to me right now. And so close to Valentine’s Day, too? What kind of bullshit is that?

It feels like I wait forever before the call clicks back over and I hear the woman’s voice again.

“Ms. Ortiz? I see in your file that you typically request at least three alphas to tend to you through your heats, and you have two alphas from our roster on your ‘do not send’ list. The good news is that I have a couple of alphas available on such short notice. The bad news is it happens to be the two alphas you’ve requested not to see again…” she says sympathetically, trailing off.

I can just imagine her wincing at having to break that news to me.

I bite into my cheek hard to keep myself from screaming out in frustration at my luck. Of course, the two alphas I marked as not wanting to see again would be the only ones available. 

They weren’t terrible alphas, their scents just weren’t right and, if I remember correctly, one of them wasn’t too fond of me telling him no on some things he wanted to do.

 I’m adventurous, sure, but there are some things that just aren’t for me. I also don’t take lightly someone getting pissy over me saying no. 

 I’d rather not agree to those two, but what other choice do I have?

My heat is two days away, maybe less, and there’s no time to find anyone else.

 Briefly, my mind flashes to the omega and alpha I met earlier that have been taking over my thoughts, but I shut that down quickly.  

Instead, I sigh in defeat.

“Can you see if they can be here by tomorrow afternoon?” I grumble while pinching the bridge of my nose.

“Are you sure? I could try to see if I can find someone else,” she says sympathetically.

 I stomp my foot and glower at the floor, glad she can’t see the semi-temper tantrum I’m throwing in my kitchen.

“No, there’s no time. They’ll have to do.”

I can hear her keyboard clacking as she types whatever it is she needs into her computer to get the ball rolling. She tells me she’ll be sending the consent forms and everything else I need to sign to my email and that’s it. 

I hang up the phone, scowling and thoroughly annoyed.

This is what I get for wanting to be different, to be an individual. It’s time to get back out there and work on finding my own pack. 

I’m getting sick of having to call the heat service, and with this mess, I have a feeling I’m going to be extra grumpy and unsatisfied with this heat.

Fuck my life.

Chapter Four

Gabriel

Rhett wastes no time in calling a family meeting when we get home.

I glare at him as he hollers for Sasha and Jordan to come downstairs. He smirks at me, lifting a brow tauntingly.

 Fucker.

Campfire and toasted marshmallows are the first things I scent when Sasha makes it downstairs and comes straight to me, wrapping her arms around my middle and nuzzling against my chest. She pulls back slightly and looks up at me with raised brows when she catches Shade’s scent. It’s still lingering on me from when I caught her as she nearly fell. 

I give her a lopsided grin and tilt my head to the side, something my alpha can’t resist. She says I’m just too cute, and I can’t say I disagree with her. I’m fucking adorable. 

Jordan is the last to make it to the living room, lazily slinking onto the plush sofa and sprawling out like he hasn’t a care in the world. His sandalwood scent is subtle and delicious- just like him- and I have to fight back the urge to straddle his lap and ride him when that scent hits me. 

Rhett takes a seat on the other side of the sofa and props his chin on his palm, grinning roguishly at me.

“One of you smells sweet. Like cotton candy and some kind of melon,” Jordan says, his head propped in his hand, black hair hanging freely.

“Hmm… Yes, you’re right. Gabe?” Rhett retorts, looking at me.

 I narrow my eyes at him and scowl, throwing myself into the armchair across from the couch, and pulling Sasha down with me.

“You’re such an aggravating shit,” I tell him, rolling my eyes.

“Come on. Who does the scent belong to, Moy Svet?” Sasha teases, pinching my cheek.

 My Light. 

 It’s something she’s called me since the very beginning.

              My dick, of course, immediately responds to the language switch, pressing against her plush ass. I grunt as I push my hips up on instinct, which has a purr vibrating in her chest and a dirty grin resting on her lips.

“It’s nothing… She just bumped into me at the coffee shop,” I mumble.

“Who?” Jordan asks.

 I sigh, readjusting Sasha in my lap, wrapping my arms around her middle, and resting my chin on her shoulder.

“Her name is Shade. She’s an omega and was having a spike, so I helped her outside before something happened, and then offered to escort her home.”

“Don’t forget to tell them about offering her your number in case she needed anything,” Rhett snorts, his dark eyes twinkling as he chuckles softly.

Sasha and Jordan both raise their brows and straighten as they look at me. I avoid their probing gazes, instead glaring at Rhett for being such a pain in my ass.

 Gods. 

“Oh, do tell, Omega,” Sasha purrs, running her nails across my scalp, which has my eyes rolling into the back of my head.

“She just… Um… She smelled enticing and reacted to me in a way no omega ever has before, and it just kind of popped out.” I groan, tilting my head forward slightly.

“You just offered to help a random omega through her heat?” Jordan snorts.

“No, not necessarily. I gave her my number in case things don’t go the way she planned. It seemed like she was caught off guard, and it is short notice for the Center. I doubt she’ll call.” I pout, sure that she won’t.

Why would she? I’m just an omega and I don’t have what she needs. I mean, sure, River and Ripley make it work, but they’ve also got alphas. I don’t know if my alphas would be okay with another omega, and if they are, am I completely sure that I wouldn’t mind seeing another omega with them?

I think I’d be okay with it judging by the way Shade made me feel earlier, but how would I know for sure unless we tried? 

A heat isn’t necessarily the time to be experimenting.

Maybe I should call Ripley and ask her for advice or… something. I don’t know. 

Just in case…

“Do you… want her to call?” Jordan asks, sitting up and looking at me with parted lips and wide eyes.

I struggle to answer him, unsure of what exactly I want. 

I know how I felt in her presence and how I didn’t want to leave her, despite hardly knowing her. 

“No. Yes. Ugh, I don’t know, okay? I haven’t felt like that since my crush on Ripley, and if I’m being honest, running into Shade felt like more somehow. She was magnetic, and I wanted to follow her… Why are you all looking at me like that?” I ask, narrowing my eyes at my three alphas.

“I guess we’re just a little surprised, is all. You’ve been in love with Ripley since we met you, but I don’t think we’ve ever actually heard you talk about her like you’re talking about a random omega that you ran into just once,” Sasha says, her blue eyes intent on me.

“There was just something about her, Sash. She’s bold, and she smells like candy, and her eyes are the prettiest I think I’ve ever seen. I barely know anything about her at all, but the thought of her using a heat service or being left wanting has me yearning to storm back to her place and demand she let me in. There’s this urge to know she’s taken care of in the back of my mind…” I trail off, getting quiet as we all sit in stunned silence for a few moments.

Something deep inside of me says that Shade is mine. Or she could be.

We could belong to each other.

Isn’t this what Ripley had said she felt when she met River? That an essential part of her recognized him as hers?

The thought of random alphas helping Shade through her heat makes my blood boil and has a growl wanting to push free from my throat.

The only alphas I want to see taking care of her are mine.

My alphas can care for her and ease her through the heat, and I can be there to help. They’ll listen to her, pay attention to her needs and desires.

I’m feeling a little irrational the more I think about random alphas going into her space and taking care of her. Which is ironic because I’m a random omega she ran into just hours ago. 

What makes me different from alphas sent from the Center other than the fact that I can guarantee her safety and wellbeing with us?

Suddenly, I want to call her just to check on her, but I can’t because she didn’t give me her number.

Fuck.

What is up with me?

“Gabriel, I think we may need to discuss what you’re wanting here,” Rhett finally says, his dark eyes soft on mine.

I look at each of them, all of their faces understanding and patient.

This is why I love them so damn much.

They’re my alphas, my sounding boards, but they’re also my safety. The ones that understand me better than anyone else, and who don’t fault me for who I am. Or my attractions. 

 Not that there have been many. Just Ripley. And now, Shade.

Except this attraction to Shade is so different to how I thought I felt about Ripley.

That was just a crush, because she’s a beautiful human both inside and out, and one of the best omegas I know. But after this morning, I can see the stark difference between a crush and this all-encompassing, burning need to be near someone. It’s like meeting my alphas all over again.

I want to get to know Shade. Really know her. To share my alphas and my home with her. My nest. I want to be hers and her mine.

 It’s illogical.

One chance encounter and I can envision her here with us all. I can picture a life where she’s in it and our pack is whole—the family I always yearned for growing up.

“How would you all feel about another omega coming into the pack?” I ask, biting my cheek.

“When you say that, what exactly do you mean?” Jordan asks.

“I mean… I think I really want to see if there’s something there with Shade, if she’s open to it. If she calls, of course. I’m saying I want to see if she’s meant for me. For us. I don’t want just any alphas taking care of her. I want my alphas to care for her.”

“Gabe…” Sasha trails off hesitantly, glancing at the others.

My face falls, my heart plummeting. I don’t like the way she just said my name. Like this is completely insane, even for me. 

“Hold on, we’re not saying no. Just… This isn’t something you can just decide on a whim. If it’s something you feel strongly about, then we’re not shutting it down. We need to discuss this more and lay out expectations. We’d also need to know the omega’s thoughts on this as well, because it involves her. Just because you feel something doesn’t mean she does, remember?” Sasha says with a raised brow, ever the voice of reason.

I nod, understanding what she’s saying.

They’re not saying no. It’s just going to take more than one half-assed conversation, and Shade also needs to be involved.

 Now I just need to pray the bold and beautiful omega will call me so I can have her damn number.

Chapter Five

Shade

The next morning when I wake, I know I don’t have long before my heat takes hold.

I’m anxious about the two questionable alphas being the ones to take care of me, and if I’m being honest, I’m not one hundred percent comfortable with it.

I can’t stop pacing and rearranging my nest. I’ve reconstructed it so many times it’s now a complete disaster, which only irritates me more. Everything feels wrong. I can’t figure out what’s so different about this time, or why everything inside of me is screaming that it’s all wrong.

The nest isn’t right. My clothes are too constricting and itchy. The lights are too loud and bright. Everything is grating on my nerves, and I can’t put my finger on why, other than I just need something. I just can’t tell for sure what that something is. 

By the time my buzzer goes off at my door, I’m an agitated, scowling mess with a disaster of a nest and a torn shirt because I started tearing it to shreds while attempting to stretch it out, not wanting it to touch my skin. 

I stomp my way to the front door and fling it open to reveal both men leaning against the doorframe. My lip curls and a feral growl rumbles in my chest. 

Their scents are incredibly unappealing to me, and I have no fucking idea if I’m going to be able to let them inside of my nest and stink it up with the scent of artificial cherries—which makes me sick to my stomach—and baby powder; which, come on, that is just a not a scent that gets me going.

Whoever smells baby powder and thinks, ‘Oh, yeah, that’s mouthwatering as fuck. Let me suck your dick’ is a better individual than I am, because it’s a no from me.

Both men smile at me and I, in turn, glare at them. This has their brows rising as they glance at each other in surprise at my attitude. 

I can’t stop it.

I’m frustrated and horny as fuck, and these two are just not what I’m craving at all.

What am I craving, you ask?

That’s easy.

I’m craving warm fucking apple pie with hits of cinnamon and vanilla and the subtle scent of vetiver.

I’d be a puddle at their feet if I had that mocha skin rubbing against mine and dark, entrancing eyes searing into me as his omega takes care of my every desire.

Son of a bitch.

Maybe I should have just caved and called Gabriel last night. It’s possible he could have talked his alpha into helping me. He seemed into me almost as much as I was him, so would it really have been such a terrible idea to call him and just ask?

“Everything okay?” Micah, the alpha that smells like baby powder, asks.

He’s not bad looking, but that scent of his does nothing but make me think of babies, which is a huge turnoff. For me.

 Babies are cute and all that, but I really don’t know if motherhood is for me, which is another reason I chose not to find a pack to bond with when leaving the Center.

“Fine,” I grit out, trying to rein in my temper at not having exactly what I want, and settling, because this is all that was available.

“You gonna let us in, Omega?” Tyler, the alpha I dislike the most, asks with a smug smile on his face.

Tyler is panty melting hot. Until he opens his mouth.

His personality makes him ugly and when he talks, it makes my pussy drier than the Sahara fucking desert.

With just six paltry words, he’s managed to make all the slick from my vagine completely evaporate into thin air. Wonderful.

I bite my tongue and back away, giving them space to squeeze through my door and into my home. The door shuts behind Micah, making me jump and feel flighty now that they’re in my space. Standing in front of them both has me fighting the urge to flee down the hallway and into my nest to hide. 

They could see it as a game, though, and I’m not in the mood for that. Not with them.

Micah clears his throat, stuffing his hands into his front pockets and shuffling his feet. He attempts to make himself seem smaller and non-threatening to ease me, assuming my nerves are all because of them.

 I mean, he’d be right, but I won’t be telling him that.

“So, we have your ‘do and don’t list’ that was emailed over to us, but I remember most of them from the first time we were matched together. We can go over them still, if you’d prefer, just to make you more comfortable.”

Poor guy. He really does seem like such a nice alpha. If it wasn’t for his scent, I’d be all over him. He is the first to ever make me put him on my ‘do not send’ list simply because of his scent and by no fault of his own. If it hadn’t been for the other two alphas that were sent with him that one time, I’m not sure I would have been able to get lost in the heat. Their scents helped overpower his and make it tolerable. 

Tyler scoffs and I turn my eyes on him, raising a brow. I really don’t like him.

“Once she’s fully in heat, she won’t care what we do to her, ain’t that right, Sweet Cheeks?” he says, getting too close to me and lifting my chin with a finger. “She’ll only be begging for knots and more. All those don’ts are gonna turn into dos real fast.”

My cheeks heat in anger and I want to tell him to get the hell out, but just as I’m getting ready to tear him a new asshole, a cramp tears through my middle, taking my breath away.

 Motherfucker.

I jerk my chin from his hold and bend, wrapping an arm around my middle and breathing through my nose to ease the pain. Micah comes to my aid, placing his large hand on my back and rubbing it soothingly. I hold my breath as subtly as I can, so he doesn’t notice how harsh his scent is for me but accept the small amount of comfort he’s offering. 

“Should I take you to your nest? Help you get comfortable?” Micah whispers low enough that only I hear him. 

Tyler has all but forgotten about me as he walks around my apartment, touching pictures and knickknacks and whatever else he finds. I’ll have to remember to burn everything.

It’s all contaminated with his stupidity and vile scent now.

What a waste.

“Yeah. Just you, though. Keep him from following right now, or I might rip his balls off when we get in there,” I mumble.

Micah grimaces but agrees and informs Tyler he’s taking me to the nest. When it looks like he’s getting ready to follow, Micah subtly suggests Tyler get together water and snacks for us all. Funnily enough, everything he names off, other than the water, are things I absolutely do not have, which means the knothead will have to go to the store. 

“You guys better not start without me,” Tyler huffs, rolling his eyes as he grumbles his way back out of my door.

I visibly deflate when he’s gone, not feeling quite as hostile with him out of my apartment. I don’t know if I can do this or if I even want to, but I know I can’t ignore a heat and be left in pain.

Why the hell did this have to happen before I was prepared? Damn it.

Micah leads me down the hallway with his hand on my back, and I stop in front of the open door to the nest. He tenses when he sees the disarray, his eyes wide and lips parted in shock. I kick my foot against the floor and grimace.

“So…” I mumble.

He clears his throat. “Um… Your nest is, uh… It’s…”

He struggles to find something nice to say, which is sweet, but wholly unnecessary. I’m well aware that it’s a disaster in here now. I’d be embarrassed if I actually wanted him to be impressed with my nest, but I don’t so… I don’t much care. 

“Something just wasn’t feeling right and then you two showed up, and yeah… I haven’t fixed it yet.”

“Would you like me to help?” he asks gently, his eyes bouncing around the small room and taking in all the destruction carefully.

I scrunch my nose up, the idea of him touching all of my things upsetting me.

 I’m not one to hold back usually, having been entirely too blunt for the majority of my life. Now that they’ve both shown up, I know this isn’t going to work. I feel bad for Micah because he truly is a nice guy, but I can’t force something like enjoying a scent.

 I do not, however, feel bad about not wanting Tyler in my space.

 Fucking twat waffle.

“Micah,” I sigh and continue, “I don’t think this is going to work at all. I had Tyler on my do not send list because he’s a douche canoe, and I can see that has not changed any. And you—well, it’s not you personally. Your scent just doesn’t… mesh with me?”

He nods his head, his shoulders drooping slightly. “Yeah, I get it. What will you do?”

That’s a good question. There’s no one else available to be sent on such short notice, and I don’t know anyone personally that I’m comfortable enough to share a heat with.

Gabriel’s grin and green eyes flash in my mind and my belly flutters, my perfume filling the space momentarily.

I could call him. He said to call if I needed. 

This seems like a need, right?

“I think I might have a backup plan,” I tell him eventually, smiling softly with my cheeks burning.

Micah laughs, waving a hand in front of his face. “I see,” he chokes out. 

“I feel like I should apologize to you or something…” I say after a few beats, trailing off.

“Nah. You don’t owe me an apology. This is your heat, and you should have people taking care of you that you’re comfortable with. Honestly, I’m slightly relieved I won’t have to share a heat with Tyler,” Micah says, grimacing.

I snort, glad we’re on the same page. I have a feeling that if Tyler were in here with us, this conversation would be much more awkward. 

“I’ll go wait for him to come back, so I can break the news to him. You should… You should call whoever it is you’re thinking of inviting. I doubt you have long, and they might want to get things together to bring you for your nest.”

The thought of Gabriel or anyone involved with him bringing me nesting materials makes my chest warm and my core clench.

“Thanks, Micah. You’re a really nice guy.”

He grins a lopsided grin, tilting his head and shrugs. “I try.”

I watch him walk out of my nest, even closing the door behind him so I have privacy. I chew on my thumbnail, pacing back and forth as I work up the nerve to call this omega and ask him if he and his pack would be open to helping me through my heat. 

It’s nuts, but just thinking about him being here calms the mayhem going on inside of me, and I know it’s what I need. 

What I crave. 

I stop my pacing, straightening my shoulders, and giving myself a mental pep-talk, then I grab my phone from one of the floating shelves that houses the plants that decorate my nest, and scroll to Gabriel’s number.

With a deep breath, I tap my thumb on his name and bring the phone to my ear, my heart flipping in my chest as I anxiously wait to see if he’ll answer.

It’s now or never.

Chapter Six

Gabriel

It’s been an entire day since my run in with Shade, and I’m disheartened to say that she hasn’t called. She’s been all I can think about since, and the need to see her again is riding me hard.

I mean, I don’t know why I was hoping she would, but… Yeah, the disappointment is real.

Which is why I’m on my best friend’s doorstep, so I can whine to her and hope she can make me feel better about this… whatever the fuck it is.

I knock on the front door of Pack Kingston’s home and impatiently wait for someone to answer. I probably should have called to make sure she’s here before just popping up. Or not fucking her omega or one of alphas or that beta of hers.

Godsdamnit.

Maybe I shouldn’t have come.

Just as I’m about to tuck tail and run, the door flings open and there’s my bestie, and my secret crush. Or maybe I just thought she was. I’m seeing her in a much different light right now as I look her over.

Ripley is naturally beautiful, both inside and out. Her long, dark hair is braided back into two French braids and she’s wearing a shirt that has to be one of her mate’s based on the way she’s swimming in it. When I raise a brow at her state of dress, I notice how her hazel eyes are radiating with happiness. My bestie finally got everything she’d been hoping for, and I couldn’t be more thrilled for her. She deserves it.

Her heart is massive, which is why it wasn’t surprising to me when she ended up bonded to an omega and his pack. Seeing her and River together made a lot of sense after the initial shock wore off. 

They’re perfect together, and so in sync with each other, it’s insane.

“Gabey Wabey!” Rip squeals, launching herself out the door and into my arms, nearly knocking me to the ground.

“Whoa, Little Bird. Be careful,” River says, chuckling.

I glance up and see the handsome omega behind Ripley, a smirk playing on his lips and his chocolate eyes glued to the omega currently hugging me.

“You know I hate that nickname,” I grumble to her, quickly returning her hug before she steps back into River’s arms.

River immediately engulfs her, wrapping himself around her back and resting his chin against her shoulder, breathing her in and making Ripley giggle. I grin at how adorable they are together, stuffing my hands into my pockets.

“Ugh, you do not! Stop trying to act so cool. It’s just us here. Speaking of… Not that I’m not thrilled to see you, babe, but what’s up?” Ripley asks, raising a brow at me.

I rub the back of my neck, looking at her helplessly. “I need advice.”

Ripley purses her lips, narrowing her eyes on me, then pats River’s arms and heads back inside.

“Come on. I’ll see if Nico will make us some snacks,” River says, turning to follow his omega.

 I shut the door behind me, heading straight for the family room that I noticed Ripley disappear into. River keeps going, trotting upstairs to get Nico, I assume. Ripley is sitting with her feet beneath her on their plush couch, and I sit across from her on a cozy-looking loveseat.

“So? What’s up?” she chirps out. 

I huff, falling back into my seat and throwing my head back.

“How did you and River do this? Get into a relationship and make it work?”

She’s silent for long enough that I eventually look up. Her lips are parted, eyes wide on me, and I groan.

“Gabey Wabey, have you gone and pulled a me and found an omega of your own?” Rip squeals, practically bouncing in her seat.

I cover my face with my hands and whine.

“It’s not like that. Not really. I just… ran into this omega the other day, literally. And I don’t fucking know, Rip. She smelled delicious, and I’m sure she liked the way I smelled based on what she said, and the way she perfumed around me. Gods, she’s so damn pretty and has the most gorgeous eyes ever. I gave her my number in case she needed anything, and I’ve been driving myself nuts hoping she’ll call.”

“Well, slap my ass and call me a horny omega. This is balls to the walls exciting, babes, and I now need this to happen. Immediately. Did you get her number?”

Ripley is practically foaming at the mouth, her hazel eyes gleaming as she leans forward, staring into my fucking soul. Or at least it feels like she is. She can be creepy when she really wants to be. 

Little fucking psycho.

“No, I did not get her number. I gave her mine, and I didn’t want to sound like an even bigger weirdo.” I sigh, resting my head in my hand as I look at her.

“If she seemed into it, then I doubt she thought you were weird, you knot blocker!”

I glare at her. “Shut up. Besides, how do I know for sure I’d be okay with her and my alphas? Or if they’d even be okay with it.”

“Ooh. Did you pull a me and Ripley, and find an omega for yourself?” River asks with a grin as he saunters in, flopping down beside Ripley and pulling her into his lap so he can nuzzle into her neck.

“He did! And he didn’t even get her number,” Ripley huffs, crossing her arms. “At least you asked for mine because you totally wanted all this omega.” 

River chuckles as Ripley wiggles her brows and body, shaking his head at his omega’s antics.

“Damn right I did, Little Bird,” he says, his nostrils flaring as he traces a heated look down her body.

His scent gets stronger, which in turn has Ripley’s following suit as they gaze at one another. I awkwardly clear my throat, shuffling in my seat, because, well… If they’re gonna fuck, I do not need to be here for all that.

Ripley snorts at me when she finally stops eye fucking her omega and leans forward to give him a peck on the lips, which makes him look up at her with an adoring smile. When he’s finally able to pull his gaze away from her and she settles back in his arms, he looks at me.

“I heard some of what you said. How about some advice from the omega that already had a pack and then brought in another omega?” River asks, raising a brow in my direction.

 I sit up straighter, giving him a hopeful expression. “Please.”

“Okay, well, first off. Close your eyes and imagine this omega in a nest with you and your alphas. Particularly your nest. Can you envision her there without it making your skin want to crawl?”

I do as he says, and as I picture it heat flares in my gut and a growl nearly pushes past my lips at the thought of a naked Shade in my nest of blankets and clothes, giving me a sultry look while waiting on me. I clear my throat and nod my head.

“Good. Now picture her with one, or all, of your alphas. Does it make you want to commit homicide?” 

I can practically hear the laughter in River’s tone, but I know it’s not at my expense. Just amusement at the thought he suggested. So, again, I do as he says and picture Shade in my nest, tangled together with my alphas.

My eyes flash open fast, and I can feel my cheeks get warm. My cock is semi hard in my jeans, and I have to shift to get comfortable, which sends a waft of my perfume in their direction. Ripley snorts and I clear my throat, glaring at her.

“Guess that answers that. Have you talked to your alphas about this?” River asks after he chokes on a laugh.

“We talked a little about it the day I met her. They’re not against it; they just want me to be cautious and not to get my hopes up, just in case.”

“Well, it sounds like you pretty much have it all figured out. Now you just need to find out if she wants what you want,” River says with a shrug and an easy grin.

“What if she doesn’t call?” I say, biting my lip.

 Ripley smirks. “She’ll call, Gabey Wabey.”

“But what if she doesn’t?”

 Ripley shakes her head, chuckling. “If she doesn’t, then she doesn’t deserve you. But I’m telling you she will.”

Ripley says this so matter-of-factly, like she has zero doubt in her mind that Shade is going to call. That makes my heart beat a little faster as optimism fills me. I’m able to calm myself enough to hang out with Ripley and check in on how she’s been since everything happened a few months ago. 

Ripley ended up getting kidnapped not long after she bonded with her pack. There was some crazy ass alpha that had a serious dislike for one of hers. I won’t go into too much detail, but from what I understand, shit got crazy, and Ripley ended up saving not only herself but another omega who happens to be much frailer and more withdrawn than anyone I’ve ever met. 

Cozy is a sweet, shy creature who’s still healing from a shit ton of trauma, so I’ve only met her twice. She and Ripley bonded, and now she’s about the only one that can get Cozy to push out of her comfort zone as she tries to navigate her new life. 

I hope things continue to get better for her. She really is such a sweet girl, and you can’t help but want to take all of her hurt away just to see her smile. I have no doubt that once Cozy comes out of her shell, our little bunch of misfits will thoroughly corrupt her.

I know if anyone can get someone to open up, it’s Ripley. She has a way of making you feel completely heard, and she actually listens to you. That’s why I’ve always loved her—just not in the way I’d always thought I did, apparently. 

Ripley seems happy, at peace, and perfectly content.

The love she has for her pack, and the love they have for her in return, is something beautiful. I’m happy for her.

And for a brief moment, I can envision it’s me and Shade on the couch with my alphas surrounding us.

I’m knocked out of the vision when my phone vibrates in my back pocket. When I pull it out and glance down, I see a number I don’t know. My brows crease as I hit accept and put the speaker to my ear.

“Hello?”

I hear someone suck in a breath and it takes them several moments to answer. When they do, my eyes go wide as saucers.

“Gabriel? It’s Shade. You, uh, you said to call you if I needed anything…”

 I sit up straight, my spine locking as everything inside of me comes alive when I hear her voice.

“And what is it you need, Doe?” I breathe out, my gut twisting as I wait.

“You,” she says breathily, and a feral grin twists on my lips.

“Done. Give me an hour and we’ll be there,” I tell her, tension bleeding from my muscles.

I catch the giant ‘I told you so’ grin on Ripley’s face and the smug as shit one on River’s, which makes me roll my eyes and flip them both the bird.

 Fuckers.

“Okay. Um, and maybe, if you don’t mind, bring me some of your things? Ones that smell like you?” Shade says, almost cautiously.

My chest puffs up at the thought of her wanting items that smell like me in her nest. It’s a heady feeling, and damn if it doesn’t make me feel ten feet tall. 

“You got it,” I tell her softly.

“Okay, well… I’ll see you soon, then. Third floor, very last apartment at the end of the hall,” she says before hanging up.

My hand falls to my lap, and I just stare at Ripley and River for a moment in shock. 

“Did that really just happen?” I whisper.

“Hell fucking yes, it did! Now get your ass in gear because it sounds like you’ve got somewhere to be,” Ripley squeals, bouncing excitedly in River’s arms, which has him giving her a heated look as his eyes latch onto her chest.

“Anything specific we should take for this?” I ask them both as I get up, rubbing my palms against the legs of my jeans.

“Plenty of each of your things that smell heavily of you. Refreshments and a ton of water, which you already know! Gabey, you’re an omega. You know most of what she’s going to want and need. You’ve got this,” Ripley says with a laugh.

“Right. You’re right. Okay, I’ve gotta call everyone. Thanks, you two. I’ll talk later!” I rush out, practically running from the room to the front door.

“I expect a full report with all the juicy details when it’s over! Maybe I’ll get some new ideas,” Ripley shouts at my back, making me grin and shake my head.

Just before the front door shuts behind me, I can hear Ripley squeal and then her tinkling laughter follows.

As I hop in my car and start backing out, I call my alphas. Let’s hope our talk the last night prepared them enough for this eventuality.

Chapter Seven

Shade

A herd of elephants stampede in my belly as I grin and drop my phone to the floor. Then I look around my nest and groan. No way do I want Gabriel and his alpha to show up here with it looking like this. 

I quickly drop to my knees and start weaving everything back together, feeling much more at ease with this decision. It’s like Gabriel agreeing so easily has taken all the agitation I was feeling away, leaving me calmer and not quite as hostile.

My nest is reassembled in record time, and now I’m just missing something of theirs. That’ll make this nest perfect and complete.

As I’m admiring my handiwork, I hear raised voices out in my living room. It makes me stiffen, and my ears prick to listen. I growl when I hear Tyler.

Of course.

I get up and walk to the door, cracking it open so I can hear better and peek out through the opening. Tyler is by the front door scowling at Micah, who’s standing in front of him with his arms folded and a resolute look on his face.

“She doesn’t want us, dude. Us being here is only agitating her, and she’s already called someone else,” Micah tells him calmly.

“Bullshit,” Tyler growls.

“No, not bullshit. She said no, and that’s all I needed to hear. Now we’re going to leave.”

“Fuck that. I haven’t been called in for a heat in months. I need the money, and I want my fucking knot squeezed. That omega cunt won’t be able to object when she’s deep in her heat. She’ll be begging for my knot.”

Micah growls, spreading his legs, dropping his arms, and taking on a defensive stance. My breathing stalls in my lungs at the cavalier way Tyler essentially said he’d take my choice away from me.

Bastard.

“Don’t make me call security, man. We’re in an omega apartment complex and they don’t play about the omega’s safety. Not to mention, someone else is already on their way. I heard her talking to them and they’ll be here any minute. So, what’s it gonna be? You gonna risk jail time and never being called in for another heat ever again, or are you gonna walk out that door with me and leave the nice omega be?”

Micah speaks evenly, his voice low. I can see Tyler’s fists clench at his sides as he glares at him for several tense moments. Finally, Tyler snarls, turns around, and slams his way out the front door, rattling the pictures on my walls.

What a child.

I step out once he’s gone and watch as the tension bleeds out of Micah and his shoulders relax.

“Thanks for that. You wouldn’t mind sticking around until my backup shows up, would you? Just in case? They shouldn’t be long,” I say softly, fidgeting with the hem of my shirt.

No way do I trust Tyler to not pop back up if I’m in here all alone. Maybe it would have been better to just get one of the nests at the Center.

 The last time I’d had to endure him, I’d taken one of the offered nests. But I’ve been successfully having heats in my nest without issue for years now, so it didn’t really occur to me at the time. I’ll need to have a talk with security to make sure they keep an eye out. You can never be too careful.

“Sure. You want something to eat before they get here? Might as well keep the energy up while you can, right?”

Micah’s eyes twinkle and his hair flops over his forehead, giving him a boyish appearance as he smiles at me. I give him a smile back, plopping myself down on my couch.

“I could snack. Might as well eat my nerves away,” I say, letting loose an awkward laugh.

Micah raises a brow. “When I get back from making a snack tray, I fully expect to hear all about who you’ve got coming that’s got you all in knots like this.”

I snort. “Deal. Consider it payment for sticking around.”

While he digs around in the bags that Tyler brought back with him in the kitchen, I flip the tv on and turn the volume way down, flipping through the channels until I find some true crime show to have on as background noise. 

By the time he sets a tray in front of me, I’ve watched enough of the documentary to have a decent idea of who the killer is. 

 I love true crime. It’s just so fascinating, as morbid as that sounds.

The tray Micah sets in front of me is laden down with turkey finger sandwiches, chips, and even some veggies and ranch. 

And LOTS of water.

He even hands me a big cup filled with ice with a bendy straw.

How frickin’ sweet is this alpha?

I’m dying of thirst, so I snatch the cup from his hands and quickly fill it with water, drinking it down in a blink and sighing as the coolness brings my quickly rising temperature back down. Micah sits on the opposite side of the couch from me, giving me space to show he’s not a threat, something I appreciate.

“Tell me about whoever it is you called.”

I sigh. “I don’t know much about him. I ran into him a few days ago on my way to work, and… I dunno. Something pulled me towards him, and it wasn’t just the heat spike! Even more interesting, he’s an omega,” I tell him with a laugh.

Micah chokes on the sip of water he was taking when I dropped that interesting little tidbit. He coughs, beating his fist on his chest as he tries to catch his breath. While I wait on him to get himself together, I grab a carrot and completely slather it in ranch, then crunch on it loudly as I watch Micah flail about and attempt to keep my amusement in check.

“Omega?” he finally croaks out, making me snort.

“Indeed. Smells like apple pie with vanilla ice cream and cinnamon sprinkled on top,” I say dreamily, sighing as my eyes glaze over as I think about Gabriel. 

“Just an omega? How’s that going to work in a heat situation?”

“Well… He has alphas. I don’t know if he’ll bring them or not, and maybe I won’t like any of them. Or he won’t want me to touch them. But I’m sure we’ll figure something out. I’ve got plenty of… tools for emergencies,” I tell him, raising a brow and sipping on my water.

Hydration is key.

Micah gives me a skeptical look, and I stare him down. He raises his hands placatingly when my eyes narrow the longer he wears that look.

“No, this just seems like a completely unlikely scenario or a nerve-wracking one, I dunno.”

“Doesn’t seem so out of character for me. I’ve always kind of walked to the beat of my own tune. Nothing much surprises me about what interests me,” I say with a shrug, snuggling down in my seat and getting comfortable.

Micah shakes his head, resting his elbows on his knees and clasping his hands together. 

“Hope it all works out, Shade,” he tells me sincerely.

We spend the rest of our time together in silence, watching the documentary and snacking. It’s not too uncomfortable or awkward, and eventually I kind of zone out, getting lost in my thoughts. It’s nice to have a safety net here in case something should happen, and that I feel comfortable enough with Micah to let my mind wander.

For the next forty-five minutes, I work on tempering my perfume as I’m plagued with thoughts of Gabriel and his alpha, nearly sweating through my shirt the longer I sit. Eventually, I can’t stop squirming in my seat, the urge to be naked and in my nest overwhelming. My teeth grind together as I try to force the whines that want to crawl up my throat back and frustration takes hold.

“Maybe you should go to your nest. I’ll, uh, send them back when they get here,” Micah coughs, pulling me from the fog.

My eyes snap to him, grimacing at the sight of him covering his nose and mouth with his hand. His muscles are bunched, pupils blown, and I know he’s right. It’s best not to test an alpha too much. 

Most of them have decent enough control, but that control can only be stretched so thin.

Scrambling up, I scurry to my nest and slam my door shut. A bead of sweat slides down my back, and I groan. Slick coats my thighs and my core throbs, begging to be filled. 

I crawl into my nest and curl up in the center, wrapping my arms around my legs. A whine slips from my lips when a cramp seizes control of my belly, making me whimper as my walls flutter and pain wracks my middle. I don’t know how long I lay there curled in on myself. Seconds maybe? Minutes? Hours? 

My eyes are closed, my breath seizing in my lungs the longer I sit alone, unattended. My thoughts turn incoherent as my hindbrain begs for anything to make this stop.

Need. 

Omega.

Apple Pie.

Want.

Knots.

A knock sounds at the door to my nest and my eyes blink open. I stare at it for so long that another knock sounds. I sit up on my knees, watching and waiting, my eyes trained on the door.

“Shade? It’s me, Gabriel? Can I open the door?”

Gabriel’s voice is muffled, but just the sound of it has me clenching and my slick sliding out of me and down my thigh. 

“Yes,” I eventually call out, my belly fluttering as I wait anxiously to see him again.

When the door swings open and Gabriel’s green eyes are trained on me, I nearly purr with pleasure. His nostrils flare as my perfume hits him full force, and his knees almost give out. A groan slips past his lips as his eyes narrow on me while he grips the door frame, his knuckles turning white with the force. His breathing deepens, and his scent gets stronger, intermingling with mine the longer he stands there holding himself back, and I greedily inhale. The outline of his cock is evident even from where I’m sitting on my knees, and it makes my mouth water as I think about taking him all the way to the back of my throat while swallowing him down. 

“Won’t you come in and help me, Omega? I’m so empty,” I whisper huskily, parting my knees and running my fingers up my thighs. With my thighs spread, I know he can see them glistening with my slick, and I watch his throat bob as he swallows thickly. I stop my ascent when I reach the hem of my baggy shirt and watch Gabriel with hungry eyes.

Another groan and he drops whatever’s in his arms, striding to me in an instant and throwing me onto my back. He wraps his arms around my legs and rests them on his shoulders, bending me in half as he grinds his hard length against my soaked center. 

“You smell like candy,” Gabriel growls, looking into my eyes as he nips my ankle. “I wonder, Doe. Do you taste just as sweet?” 

My breath rushes from my lungs, and I stare up at him with wide eyes.

“You should see for yourself.”

“I think you’re right.”

He kisses his way down my right leg, nipping the bend of my knee when he reaches the halfway point. I’m needy, desperate for him to stop moving so slowly, but also wanting him to go slower so I can enjoy every delectable second. 

Just as he reaches the bottom of my shorts, a throat clears at the doorway and my eyes flash to who’s there, taco blocking the fuck out of me. And then they widen at the tall as fuck God of darkness that’s standing there quirking an amused brow at the two of us and smirking. My mouth dries up, making it hard to swallow, so I end up with a lump in my throat.

He’s orgasmic. Shoulder length, pitch black hair that’s tied behind his head, with a few loose strands hanging here and there. His features are Asian in appearance, smooth and blemish free. His cheekbones are high, brows straight and thick. Eyes dark as the midnight sky, framed by thick lashes. His nose is slim and sits above soft pink lips, which are tilted up as he cocks his head at me. When his scent reaches me, I have to bite my lip because, gods… he smells good.

 Sandalwood, a deep woody scent with a mix of florals, flows nicely off of him and into my nest, making me instantly crave for him to come in.

“Now, isn’t this an interesting sight?” the alpha says. 

His voice is deep and… sensual.

My thighs squeeze Gabriel’s head tighter, making him chuckle as he glances back at who I assume is one of his alphas. 

“Jordan, I said give me a minute with her,” he chastises the alpha, and I watch as his eyes flare at the scolding.

“And you were supposed to come talk to her as well as bring her nesting materials. That doesn’t seem to be what you were doing though, now does it, Omega?”

At the mention of nesting materials, I immediately perk up, shoving Gabriel off of me and scrambling onto my knees and looking up at the alpha, Jordan, curiously.

“Nesting materials?” I ask, trying to temper my excitement, but unable to keep from bouncing and clasping my hands together.

Jordan’s eyes drop to my chest as my breasts bounce behind the stretch fabric of my shirt, and I can feel my cheeks heat as I stop and bite my lips. He grins when a plume of my perfume puffs out, and Gabriel groans behind me. 

“Pretty sure Gabe cleared us out on everything he could get his hands on at our house.”

“Did not. I just wanted to be prepared,” Gabriel huffs.

My eyes immediately start searching the room to see if I can find anything new. They snag on three giant plastic bags near the door, stuffed full and tossed haphazardly to the side. I’m up and over to them in a blink, grabbing them all up and dumping them near my nest. When Jordan said they brought everything, I feel inclined to believe him. 

There are shirts, pants, blankets, throws, and so much more. And so many different fabrics. From cotton to silk to minky and flannel. Don’t even get me started on the scents, because oh fuck, am I hornier than I’ve ever been for a heat after getting hits of campfires and marshmallows toasting and leather and smoke. Then there’s Gabriel’s apple pie and cinnamon, and Jordan’s sandalwood. 

I grab an arm full and hug it to my chest, shove my nose deep into the hoard in my grasp, and take a deep breath of all the scents mingling together. I groan when every one of my omega brain cells go absolutely nuts, and I rub it all against me, whimpering in delight.

 Gabriel and Jordan are quickly forgotten as I drag everything closer and start incorporating the things they’ve brought me into my nest.

 This is going to be the best nest any omega has ever built. It’s going to be cozy and soft and smell fucking magnificent! I just know it. 

All of them will love it so much that they won’t hesitate to join me inside of it. 

That’s what I want.

 Every person these scents belong to in my nest and surrounding me.

My nest grows and grows as I add more and more, lacing every single item they brought me in, not wanting to let even one piece get away from me. Once I’ve woven the last shirt in, I frown and scrunch my nose as I lean back and look it over with a critical eye. 

It’s missing something…

I turn to Gabriel and look him up and down. He raises a dark brow at me as my eyes rove from his shoulders to his denim-clad legs.

I want everything he’s wearing. Right now.

 Then I turn and look at Jordan, who is still standing in the doorway and leaning against the frame with his arms crossed, watching me with an amused expression on his handsome features.

I give him a once over as well and determine that I also want what he’s wearing. 

It’s safe to say, I’m probably going to want the other’s as well. It’s not like they’re going to need them, right?

Everyone is participating.

Right?!

One would assume since they brought me things with all of their scents. Maybe Jordan was right, and Gabriel and I should have got the talking out of the way before trying to maul each other.

Ugh.

So boring.

Chapter Eight

Jordan

         My eyes are fixated on the curvaceous omega that just built a godsdamn fort nest with my pack’s belongings—including my omega’s—and if I’m being honest, I’m hard as fucking stone. She is stunning, just as Gabriel said she was.

Those eyes of hers are something. Especially when they were looking up at me, all big and wide and practically begging me to take care of her. The sparkling blue of the left one is such a pretty contrast next to the amber of the right that sparkles starbursts of gold within it.

When Gabe got home and told us that Shade had called, I was slightly surprised. Even more surprised when he started ordering us to get everything with our scents gathered we could find. Sasha had to get him to slow his roll once he’d stopped talking so we could have another chat, which is what took us so long to get here.

Our conversation last night has been playing on a loop in my head, and I’ve been trying to figure out how I feel about this. 

On the one hand, it’s two omegas.

I admit to being incredibly intrigued when we found out about River and Ripley. We knew Gabriel had a crush on her, but it never went further than friendship. He never showed interest in any other omegas, so we figured it was just a fluke.

Until now.

I saw the way they were curled around each other moments ago when I stopped them from going any further. Saw the way Gabriel looked up at her from between her thighs, and how she looked at him. 

It’s exactly how I look at him, how we all look at him, and how he looks at each of us.

It’s a hunger that goes so much deeper than just the sexual. It’s intense, an all-consuming fire that changes your very being. It’s also quiet, leaving you feeling calm and centered. It’s a dichotomy, something akin to standing in the eye of a storm and knowing that at any moment the force of that storm of desire can sweep you away—and you’d go willingly.

It’s so much more than what he felt for Ripley, and I have to wonder…

Shade keeps eyeing me and Gabriel and then looking back at the massive nest she’s built that, frankly, I find impressive. Her pink lips are pursed, and she keeps fidgeting, which sends my alpha instincts roaring with the need to get in there and cuddle her to help keep her calm. 

After a couple of years of courting Gabriel and now living with him for nearly a year, I’ve become pretty adept at picking up on the little cues omegas tend to throw out. I don’t even think they notice they do it half the time, but I do now.

 I clear my throat.

“May I enter your nest?” I finally ask her, unable to resist.

She swallows, and I watch the way her delicate throat bobs. She looks unsure, glancing back at Gabriel, who watches and waits patiently to see what she’ll do. He tilts his head to the side as he rests on his side, propped up on his forearm. Looking appetizing, as always. Teasing little shit.

Shade eventually looks back at me, her shoulders straightening, and her head held high. Then she says the magic word, the one I really do love so godsdamn much.

“Please.” 

I step in and stride over to where she and Gabriel are, not wasting any more time. When I’m standing in front of her, she tips her head back and looks up at me with those pretty mismatched eyes, the tip of her tongue peeking out from between her lips. Her breathing quickens the longer I stare down at her, her pupils dilating and her scent getting sweeter and sweeter, practically making my teeth ache.

I watch Gabriel from the corner of my eye as I kneel and get closer to Shade slowly, waiting to see if he can handle it. His light green eyes gleam with satisfaction the closer to the omega I get, and when I wrap my arms around her back and cradle her legs while pulling her into my lap, he bites his lip and his apple pie scent mingles with Shade’s honeydew and spun sugar.

Delightful.

Shade relaxes in my hold almost instantly, laying her head against my chest and nuzzling her nose into my shirt, taking deep breaths as I get us comfortable. My hand cradles the back of her head, my fingers carding into the curls at the base and sliding up so I can hold her against me. A pleased purr at how easily she submits to me rumbles in my chest, vibrating against her face and coaxing her to relax into me even more until she’s practically putty in my arms. 

“Did Micah let you in?” she mumbles sleepily, tension bleeding from her shoulders as I purr for her, making her eyes droop.

“Yeah. Sasha and Rhett are out there talking with him. They’ll be in here soon to speak with you, and then we can get back to what we were doing before Jordan so rudely interrupted,” Gabriel tells her, waggling his brows and making her chuckle.

“All good news, I hope?”

Gabriel grins at her and shrugs his shoulder, which makes her pout and stick her tongue out at him.

“Fine. Keep your secrets!”

Shade snuggles down lower in my hold, cuddling against me so easily, which eases something inside of me that was a little worried about how this would go. We want her to be comfortable with us, want her to feel safe enough to let go and trust that we’ll make sure she’s taken care of. It’s what Gabriel wants, and now that I’ve met her, held her, I can admit that it’s what I want as well. 

“Thanks for coming. I know it was a big ask…” she finally says after several quiet beats, taking a deep breath.

“No thanks necessary. We were more than happy to assist,” I cut in before Gabriel accidentally tells her he had to nearly beg for us to agree on this.

There were many risks and challenges we needed to discuss before saying yes. I hope he got some advice while he was at Ripley’s earlier, because we have no idea what to expect or what we’re in for.

“Twenty questions while we wait?” Gabriel asks excitedly, grinning at Shade and me.

“Favorite band?” Shade blurts out, and I grin.

“Good Charlotte,” Gabriel says as I say, “Bad Omens.”

* * *

We go back and forth with her for a good fifteen minutes before Rhett and Sasha finally join us, learning little tidbits about her as she does the same with us. I graciously take every nugget of information she gives us about herself and store it away to keep. 

Just in case. 

Sasha raises a brow at me as I look over at her when I hear them at the door to Shade’s nest. I jostle Shade when I shrug, which is enough to get her attention off Gabriel and onto the fact that she has two new guests.

Her two-toned eyes latch onto Sasha first, her throat bobbing as she gulps and her eyes widen. Then a hit of her perfume invades my nostrils and slides down my throat, and I nearly choke.

Fuck, she smells lovely.

“May we enter your nest, Shade?” Sasha asks in her melodic voice, trying to hold her smile back when Shade’s scent reaches her.

Shade says nothing, only nodding, unable to look away from my pack mate. 

Can’t say I blame her. I was quite speechless myself the first time I saw the gorgeous alpha.

Sasha kicks her heels off at the entryway before she and Rhett step in, standing in front of the three of us on the floor. Shade shivers in my hold when she has all of our attention on her, eyes bouncing around to each of us.

 Time to get this show on the road.

Chapter Nine

Shade

By the time the last two alphas join us, I’m a mess.

My perfume is flooding the room, my skin is overheating and feels like it’s been dipped in lava, and my slick is a continuous stream soaking the shorts I have on beneath my shirt. I suspect that should Jordan move me, he’ll have a giant wet spot on his pants courtesy of my sopping pussy.

The more I learned about him and Gabriel, the more comfortable with them I felt and the more I desperately wanted them. Jordan holding me has helped to keep the worst of the cramps away, his scent cocooning me and settling something primal inside that needs alpha pheromones. Those things are heady, in case you were wondering. 

Is sex drunk a thing? Because, if so, that’s how alpha pheromones make you feel. All warm, floaty, and safe. 

Really, it’s so fucking sweet of him to do this, but I’ve felt his very hard cock digging into my ass for the last who knows how long, and if I don’t get to ride that thing into oblivion, I may very well riot. I also would prefer to be cum drunk right now because everything inside of me is screaming that if I swallow them down, I’ll feel infinitely better.

When I glance towards the open door, I’m struck by the woman standing in front of Rhett, the alpha that was with Gabriel the other day. Her soft, full figure is dressed in a tight black and gold blouse and jeans that hug every dangerous curve. Long honey hair hangs freely down her back in waves with the top pinned back, keeping it free of her face. Her big, expressive eyes are a gunmetal blue, softly resting on me. A cheeky grin sits on full lips. One that has dimples peeking out on her round cheeks, a flush snaking its way up her tanned neck when my perfume hits her.  

She’s a classic pinup beauty, and I think I’m drooling. 

Why is everyone in this pack so godsdamn mouthwatering? Is this fucking normal? 

When she asks if they can come in, all I can do is nod my head. And when she’s standing directly in front of me, looking down at me in Jordan’s hold and smelling so good, I think I black out. She kneels in front of us, and Rhett follows, both of them getting comfortable.

 I can’t stop my eyes from ping-ponging between everyone in my nest, unbelievably thrilled over this outcome. This might be the best heat I’ve ever had, based on my reaction to all of them thus far.

“I’m Sasha, Gabriel’s alpha. Do you think we have enough time for us to discuss this unique… situation?” she chokes out through the perfume cloud that just erupted from me when she spoke. 

Good Golly Miss Molly. 

Jordan groans, and his cock seems to grow impossibly harder beneath me, which immediately has my attention focused back on how badly I want to feel him pushing deep inside of me, reaching impossible depths.

Gabriel covers a laugh behind his hand, making me narrow my eyes on him. And when I glance at Rhett, a sexy as sin smirk rests on his lips, not helping the situation one little bit.

“Uh… Yes?” I finally say, but it comes out more like a question.

If I’m being honest, I don’t know how much talking we’re going to get done. I can already feel that fog coming to cloud my brain, making me forget about everything besides having my slick soaked pussy and every other hole I have available filled to the brim.

 Oh, that’s a nice image there.

Yeah.

Sasha chuckles but gives me an understanding look. 

“We’ll make it quick, hmm? I can see we won’t have too much time. Shade, can you confirm to me that this is what you want? That you’re sure? That you want an omega in your nest, helping you through your heat with his bonded alphas?” 

“Shouldn’t I be asking you guys that question?” I laugh nervously. 

Sasha smiles softly. “We wouldn’t be here if we weren’t sure about doing this, I promise, Strekoza.”

I look at her with wide eyes. She doesn’t have an accent, but when she just spoke, the word came out so fluently.

“Is that… Russian?” I ask, tilting my head to the side slightly.

“It is. My parents are from Russia. They moved to the United States before they had me. I grew up speaking both English and Russian.”

“What does it mean? What you called me?”

“Dragonfly,” Sasha says matter-of-factly, her lips tilted up.

I raise a brow at her but decide not to question her. We have more important things to discuss, and I want to get the ball rolling ASAP.

“This is what I want, and I’m sure,” I finally tell her.

“Would you like to discuss dos and don’ts?” Sasha asks patiently.

“I don’t have many. Just no name calling or spitting. That’s not my thing.” My nose scrunches up.

“Anything else?” she questions.

“I’m okay with hair pulling and… my mouth being used. Controlled.” 

None of them even blink, and Sasha just continues on with her questions like I didn’t just tell her I’m totally down for them to pull my hair and use my mouth as their own personal fuck toy.

“Birth control?” she asks calmly, blue eyes twinkling.

“Yes, and I have condoms. But…” I nibble my lips as I question whether or not I should say what I want to.

“Yes?” Rhett asks, a devilish gleam in those dark eyes of his.

I take a breath and decide. Why not? Worst they can say is no. No harm, no foul.

“During my heats, I don’t really like condoms… I like…” I clear my throat, my cheeks on fire. “I really enjoy being filled. I’ve never felt comfortable enough to ask for that with any of the alphas that the Center sent to me, or someone I wasn’t exclusively dating. I get tested after every partner, so if you can trust my word, I’m clean…”

All four of them give me a heated look, but it’s Jordan’s eyes that hold me hostage when I glance up at him. His nostrils flare, and he looks at me like he wants to devour every inch of me.

Yes, please.

“So, no condoms, then?” Jordan rumbles out, eyes practically gleeful.

“If that’s okay with everyone.” I say, looking at Gabriel.

“Oh, I am one hundred percent okay with that,” Gabriel groans with glowing eyes.

“Is there anything else you feel we should discuss?” Sasha asks eventually, and I’ve reached a point where I’m just done with all this talking.

“Yeah. The state of your dress.” 

Sasha’s brow raises as she waits for me to elaborate.

“You’re all wearing way too many clothes. I also need everything you have on for my nest,” I tell them sternly, looking them all over with greedy eyes.

Rhett snorts, ripping his shirt off and tossing it to me with zero hesitation. I squeeze the shirt to my chest, taking in big gulps of his scent and roving my eyes over his naked chest. Tattoos. So many tattoos covering deliciously toned, tan skin that tells me he works outside a lot. And probably with his hands. I bet he has callouses that will scrape against my skin tantalizingly and have me begging for more. 

I want.

Gabriel is right behind Rhett, removing his shirt and handing it to me, and then Jordan jostles me as he, too, works on giving me his clothing. I crawl from his lap with a giddy smile as they each start removing their clothes and handing them over to me. With each bit of skin revealed to me, I get more and more hungry and then I lose focus.

When Sasha is nearly naked, I can’t pull my eyes away. She’s all soft and beautiful, with curves in all the best places. Hip dips and no thigh gap are the next things that draw my attention, nearly making me whimper. Stretch marks line her belly and criss cross up her thighs and the tops of her generous breasts, and gods, I find those fucking tiger stripes beyond attractive. I want to lick every one of them. 

Things that would probably be considered imperfections to some, I find perfect and delectable. Sasha is beautiful and my hands itch to touch her everywhere.

I turn towards my nest to start pushing and pulling the new pieces into it, a bead of sweat running down my spine and my breathing getting heavier. My thighs are slick, and my clit is pulsing, begging for attention.

Shirts, pants, fucking underwear.

They give it to me, and fuck, I think I’m in love. They’re so generous and attentive to my needs, and we haven’t even gotten to the fun stuff yet.

“We’re gonna get all this back, right?” Jordan jokes.

I growl low under my breath, turning to narrow my eyes on him, which makes him snort and shake his head. Once I’m sure he’s not going to try to take my precious things, I get back to what I was doing. 

I can’t remember a time that I’ve had a set of alphas be so thorough with my wants and needs. It’s refreshing to see how easily they just handed their things over to me because it’s something I wanted and would make me happy.

Once the last item is added, I smile in glee as I look my massive nest over. At this point, it probably makes more sense to call it a fort, but… semantics. 

 It smells fucking amazing in here right now, with all of their scents mingling, and my cunt pulses, getting more and more desperate to be filled by the second. 

Several low growls sound behind me, making me pause as I’m bent over fixing a piece that’s not tucked in quite right. My oversized t-shirt has ridden up my back, and it’s now I remember I only have a thin pair of shorts underneath it. I know for a fact that the center is soaked through with my slick, the dark spot no doubt visible to their eyes. 

I’m stuck with my ass in the air and arm outstretched as my breath stalls in my lungs, and a shiver races down my spine. My nipples tighten and my pussy clenches. A nose presses against my center, making me jump and cry out as whoever it is nuzzles their face against my aching center. My arm falls to help me keep my balance as a growl reverberates against me, and I groan at the vibration. Someone else moves to my side, tilting my face up to look at them.

Light green eyes surrounded by mocha skin clash with mine, and my lips part when whoever is behind me pulls my shorts to the side as they run their nose through my slit. I shudder when they brush against my clit, shaking as I attempt to patiently wait for more.

Gabriel’s thumb brushes along my bottom lip, and I suck it into my mouth, nipping lightly before rolling my tongue around the digit as my eyes stay locked on his. His eyes flash, and I moan when a warm, wet tongue glides through my lips. When Gabriel pulls his thumb from between my lips, I protest but am quickly sidetracked as my clit is sucked between someone’s teeth.

My eyes roll into the back of my head, and I desperately need to get these clothes off and drag everyone into the massive nest I made for us all. Hands grip my ass cheeks, spreading them as that tongue slides back and spears my entrance, making my knees weak. 

“Nest. Inside. Please,” I groan, looking back up at Gabriel with hazy eyes.

Gabriel nods and pulls me away from whoever was eating my pussy like they were starving, dragging me inside my nest and laying with his chest to my back. When I look at the others, Rhett is the one with a slick soaked beard and a proud as fuck gleam in his eyes as he stares me down.

It’s also now that I’m noticing they’re all naked, and I nearly come on the spot when I get an eye full.

Puffy, pink nipples and a juicy, perfect pussy make my body tremble with how hard I’m fighting the urge to taste her sweetness. So many cocks to feast my eyes on as well. Long, thick, veiny shafts and wide flared heads that only serve to remind me just how empty I am right now. I’ve died and gone to my perfect heat heaven, I know it… or I’m about to.

“Well? Aren’t you coming in?” I ask, breathily, like the brat that I am. I squeal when Rhett growls and jumps in, holding me down against Gabriel as he devours my mouth, his tongue twisting with mine. 

I can taste myself on his lips and smell myself all over his face, which leaves me feeling satisfied that my scent is attached to him. His beard rubs against my face, tickling me and making me giggle as he fits himself seamlessly between my spread legs. When he pulls back, he licks his lips and grins down at me. 

“You taste like candy,” he grunts, pushing his hips against me, and incidentally, his cock, before he moves back and nibbles one of my nipples. 

“I knew it,” Gabriel groans at my back.

Jordan and Sasha crawl in behind them, and I’m captivated by the very well-endowed length Jordan is sporting. Then I’m distracted by the way Sasha’s heavy breasts sway, her pink nipples sharp points. My eyes drag down their bodies, eating them up. 

Jordan is toned, with remarkable muscle definition and tattoos that span across his chest and down his side. His waist is narrow, leading down to trim hips and a nicely rounded ass.

Sasha looks just as delectable without clothes as she did with them. Her belly is slightly rounded, hips flared, and thighs thick; making me imagine her squeezing my head between them while I eat her like a woman starved.

 She could suffocate me between her thighs, and I think I’d die with a smile on my face.

What a fucking way to go.

Gabriel tugs on my shirt, so I sit up and fling it off, my breasts falling free, and my darkened nipples pucker back up with all of their eyes on me. Then he helps me slide my shorts down my legs, and I kick them off before relaxing back and spreading my legs for them all without being asked.

Sasha gulps. Rhett grins a primal grin. Jordan groans as he fists his cock in his hand, eyes latched on the wet space between my legs. Gabriel’s hand splays out in the middle of my chest and slides gently down. I watch his hand as it makes its descent down my body, across my abdomen, until he reaches my throbbing core. 

One thick finger swirls around my clit before dipping down to my entrance and sliding in. I arch my back and moan, my neck extending out, and Gabriel sucks on the skin between my neck and shoulder as his finger slides in and out of me, adding another soon after. Rhett sucks a nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the puckered bud, and my hand comes up to fist in his hair, holding him tight to me.

Sasha moans and my eyes snap to where she and Jordan are. Jordan is behind her, hands roaming over her front. She has an arm wrapped around his neck, and they both have their eyes on me, watching as Gabriel and Rhett get me worked up.

I can feel Gabriel’s length pressing against my ass while Rhett’s presses into my thigh, and it’s killing me that one or both aren’t inside of me right now.

I growl, gripping Rhett’s hair harder and pulling him up so we’re face to face. My nose presses against his as I narrow my eyes on him.

“Fuck. Me,” I demand and watch as his pupils dilate, and eyes grow darker.

Gabriel’s hand stills between my legs, and I can feel him shiver at my back when Rhett gives me a feral grin.

“On your hands and knees, Omega,” he barks, and I’m helpless to ignore him.

I quickly flip on my front when Gabriel removes his hand, balancing on my hands and knees, my slick gliding down my thighs in rivulets and my breaths panting out of me with my excitement. 

Finally.

Chapter Ten

Rhett

I nearly come all over Shade’s back when she flips over and gets on her hands and knees, arching her back and wiggling her juicy ass in a way that makes me want to bite it. I groan when I catch the rivulets of slick rolling down her thighs. I bend to swipe my tongue up from her knee back to her glistening pussy, cleaning up the mess she’s made of herself.

When I pull back, I glance at Gabriel, winking at him when I catch him with his hand around his cock and his lips parted as he watches me taste her. Shade whimpers, bringing my focus back to her.

I lean over her back, wrapping my arm around her chest to pull her against me, and then sit us upright for a moment. Her head falls back against my shoulder, and I run my tongue up her neck, making her moan. I watch Gabriel as I kiss my way across Shade’s shoulders, grunting when she pushes her ass back and grinds it against my already aching cock.

“In front of her, baby,” I mutter to Gabriel, watching as he slides over in front of Shade, which puts her between his legs.

I push her back down so her face is hovering over Gabriel’s throbbing length. Her hands rest on either side of his dark thighs and she presses her face against his groin. She runs her nose along his rigid shaft and he groans. One of his hands digs into her curls, fisting them, so he can see her face as she nuzzles against him, humming in delight. 

Her tongue peeks out when she slides back up, licking the slit at his head where a bead of pre-cum leaks out before taking him between her lips with a moan, hollowing her cheeks as she sucks on him hard. His scent intensifies, which has my knot swelling at the base slightly from how the two of them smell combined.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck. Oh, gods, that’s fucking phenomenal,” Gabriel moans as Shade takes him all the way to the back of her throat and swallows him, his eyes fixated on the way her plump lips are wrapped around his rigid length. “Such a pretty sight to see with your mouth full of me. Gods, that’s good. You’re taking me so fucking perfectly.”

Shade moans around him at his praise, her eyes looking up at him, mouth completely full. The vibrations have Gabriel crying out, and his hips push up, pushing his length even farther down her throat with little trouble.

My hand trails down Shade’s spine, between her ass cheeks, and down to her slippery center, which has her wiggling in anticipation. One of her hands has joined her mouth, gripping the base of Gabriel’s cock to give her added leverage as she bobs her head up and down, hungrily taking every inch of him. I circle the tip of my finger around her clit softly at first before applying more pressure and watching the way she shudders.

“You wanna be filled up, Omega?” I ask her, sliding a finger inside her warm heat. “Want this pretty little pussy so full it’s dripping with our cum by the time we’re done with you?”

Shade moans with her nose pressed against Gabriel’s pelvis, his cock down her throat, which causes him to curse.

“Godsdamn, you’re going to kill me. Such a good girl. Please, please, don’t stop,” he groans, head falling back and hand tumbling free. “Your tongue is fucking magical.”

 When she pulls off of him with an audible pop, he whimpers but is back to muttering unintelligible words soon enough when she licks her way down his length until she reaches his heavy sac. She sucks one side between her lips lightly, and Gabriel cries out, gripping her hair once more.

“I don’t wanna come yet. Oh my gods, yes! You are a goddess,” he mutters, hips rolling involuntarily, his cock bobbing with his movements. 

I catch Shade’s smirk as she tortures my omega and decide that now it’s her turn. I pull my fingers free, and she whines in protest. Placing the tip of my cock against her, I slide it through her lips, slowly teasing her as it brushes against the bundle of nerves hidden at the top. Shade gasps when I press lightly against her opening when I slide back down, crying out in frustration when I pull back and keep sliding myself between her swollen pussy lips. 

“Please,” she begs, her perfume and Gabriel’s tangling together and making me growl hungrily. 

Sasha crawls to our left side, reaching out and pushing a curl out of Shade’s face, which has her whimpering at the alpha’s touch. Then she grips Shade’s hair in her hand and pushes her back towards Gabriel’s pulsing cock. 

Shade opens her mouth, mismatched eyes locked on Sasha as she pushes her down Gabriel’s length, then slowly pulls her back up, controlling her movements. Gabriel and Shade both groan, and I can’t take it anymore. My cock aches to be buried deep inside of the little omega’s warmth. I notch my swollen head at her entrance and slowly rock myself forward, groaning as the silky feel of her pussy wraps around me.

Gabriel shouts when my pelvis rests against her supple backside, and when I glance down, I see Shade has spread Gabriel’s legs farther apart and is fucking his ass with her fingers while Sasha helps her suck on his cock. 

“Fuck me. I think you’re going to kill me. More, please give me more,” Gabriel cries, falling back and completely submitting himself to Shade’s mercy.

I slowly move my hips back before slamming back into Shade hard, making her ass cheeks jiggle enticingly. She nearly chokes on Gabriel when the force of my thrust pushes her down his length suddenly. She catches her balance quickly with Sasha’s help, and I grip her hips firmly as I pound into her from behind, the sound of skin slapping on skin mixing in with Gabriel’s groans and Shade’s moans.

Jordan sidles up to our other side, gripping Gabriel’s neck and pulling him in for a deep kiss, devouring his lips. Sasha leans her face down and licks her tongue up Gabriel’s length when Shade lifts back up the next time, which makes the omega’s nostrils flare as she watches the alpha with heavy-lidded eyes.

Shade gives her a challenging look before sliding her tongue out and stealing Sasha’s away into a quick kiss before smirking and going back to sucking on Gabriel’s tip while her fingers plunge deep into his ass with the help of his slick. Her cheeks hollow again as she sucks him down enthusiastically, and that, mixed with her fingers deep inside of him, has him tensing and her moaning loudly as he fills her mouth to nearly overflowing.

She takes every drop he gives her eagerly, and I have to slow my thrusts to make sure she gets it all. When she comes up and takes a breath after swallowing him all the way down, drops of his cum leaking from the corners of her lips, she looks directly into his eyes hungrily.

“I knew you’d taste just like you smell. Warm apple pie with vanilla ice cream. My favorite,” she murmurs to him heatedly.

Jordan leans forward in a daze and licks the corners of her lips, stealing Gabriel’s cum, and her attention, before licking into her mouth to search for more. She moans into his mouth when I slam back into her sharply, and he swallows it down possessively.

I pull her up against me, her back resting against my front with my arm wrapped around her chest and nose resting in the crook of her neck. Gabriel is laid out in front of us, a goofy grin on his lips, as he watches me fuck Shade in front of him before rolling and cuddling into Sasha’s chest. Jordan slides in front of us, gripping Shade’s chin between his thumb and index finger and making her look up at him.

Her lips are parted as I slam up into her repeatedly, grunting into her throat and fighting the urge to bite her when she tilts her neck to the side in such easy submission for me. I cup her left tit in my hand and roll the nipple around between my fingers, leaving her gasping up at Jordan.

“After we’ve all filled this sweet cunt up, and I get to watch it drip out from between those pretty, glistening red lips, I’m going to lick you clean and enjoy the taste of all of us combined with your flavor on my tongue,” Jordan tells her, trailing a finger down her stomach until he reaches the throbbing point between her legs, giving her just the right amount of pressure. She moans loudly, the sound like a bolt of lightning straight to my balls.

Her cries get louder the harder I fuck her while Jordan circles her needy little nub. My knot swells, begging to be locked deep inside of her with nowhere to go, but we’re not done with her yet, so I have to hold back. 

“Faster,” she breathes out in desperation, and I listen.

My hips pump in and out of her faster, and Jordan’s fingers keep up with my pace. The walls of her pussy contract around me, pulling a deep groan from me at how well she squeezes me. 

Her slick gushes out of her, covering my thighs as she comes, screaming. I reach down between us with my free hand, wrapping it around my knot and squeezing hard, coming deep inside of her and growling in her throat as her walls strangle me in her heat. My breaths pant out of me when I finally still, and Shade collapses against Jordan’s chest, smiling and groaning in satisfaction.

“Best. Heat. Ever,” she states, making me snort.

She has no idea.

We’re just getting started and nowhere near being done with this omega.

Chapter Eleven

Shade

Jordan is solid in front of me as I fall against him when I feel Rhett come deep inside of me. Drinking Gabriel down made an inferno blaze in my belly, and when I finally came around Rhett’s length as he tunneled in and out of my channel like a man on a mission, I was seeing stars.

I’m still too hot. Still need more. That was just a warm-up, a prequel. I still ache in my core, this burning need blazing through me, urging me on for more, more, more. Jordan smells so good in front of me, and Rhett groans behind me as my pussy tightens around his softening cock before he slips free of me.

My nails dig into Jordan’s chest once Rhett is no longer occupying my pussy, leaving me feeling bereft at the emptiness. I clench my thighs together when Rhett’s cum starts dripping out of me, unwilling to lose even a drop. My brain is screaming at me to keep going, to get more, to be full and covered by them.

“Alpha,” I moan, clawing my nails down Jordan’s front, leaving red marks behind, which has a strange amount of gratification filling me that has me wanting to mark them all in some way or another.

Jordan jostles me onto my back and quickly crawls between my thighs, but doesn’t lay his body along mine like I want, which frustrates me. I scowl up at him, but he’s not even looking at my face. Instead, his eyes are laser focused on my exposed cunt and the mess Rhett made of it. His chest rumbles, not quite a purr, but almost, and my belly tightens.

“Such a pretty pussy, all swollen, red, and covered in Rhett’s cum,” he groans, bending down and running his nose along my pubic bone. “Smells so good.”

I whimper, wishing he’d move lower and flatten his tongue against me so I can ride it, but he said he wanted me full of them all before he did that. And that has my blood heating at the thought of him licking every trace of them clean from my body.

He inhales deeply, and Rhett comes crawling back over to where we are, bending his head down to suck one of my nipples between his lips. His beard tickles my chest and when he rolls my nipple between his teeth, my hands come up to grip his head. My legs fall open wider and Jordan slides his way up my body, leaving kisses along my middle until he makes it to the opposite nipple to the one Rhett is sucking on, and his lips close around it.

My pussy clenches on nothing, and I want to cry at how frustrated I am at being kept waiting.

“Fuck me, Alpha,” I cry out to no one in particular, just needing someone inside of me as my insides seize as a powerful cramp rolls through me. “I need it. Hurts,” I whine, tilting my hips up, searching.

Jordan’s tip is pressed against my opening in the next second, and before I even take my next breath, he’s sliding into me. My breath stalls in my throat the deeper he goes, and when he’s finally all the way in, I go limp. Gabriel cries out beside me, and I roll my head to see him on his back with Sasha between his legs, a strap-on nestled between her legs, as she pounds into him while simultaneously sliding her hand up and down his dark cock.

I moan at the sight of the two, which brings Gabriel’s attention to me. Our eyes lock together as Sasha fucks him hard and deep. His eyes glaze over when she corkscrews her hand around him while grinding her hips against him.

 Jordan pumps into me slowly at first, before picking up his speed. Rhett has my attention when he kneels next to my face, cock heavy and hard again, making my mouth water. I part my lips and stick my tongue out, looking up at him with pleading eyes, desperate to swallow him down like I did Gabriel.

I moan in relief when his tip touches my tongue, tasting like me and him and fuck, I need to have all of their tastes on my tongue before this is all over. My lips close over his crown, and I suck on him lightly while he pumps his hips, feeding his cock down my eager throat. Jordan groans above me, sitting up on his knees and pulling my hips up with my legs thrown over his arms. His hands grip my ass and he slams into me hard, making me moan around Rhett’s cock.

Rhett throws his head back and groans as the sound vibrates up his length and pushes further down my throat. I breathe through my nose, working my throat to swallow him. My eyes water, tears streaking down my cheeks, but I don’t want him to stop. I need this. Need it all. I want every part of me filled by them continuously. 

I’ve never been more pleased during a heat than I am with this pack taking care of me, and it’s only just starting. When this is all over, I don’t know how I’m going to handle letting them go.

Jordan slams into me again and then rolls his hips, grinding himself against my clit, which has my vision whiting out as absolute and pure pleasure consumes me. I loosen my jaw, tucking my lips behind my teeth, and Rhett fucks my mouth, his body leaning over my head as he uses my mouth for his pleasure. I reach between his legs, grabbing onto his balls and rolling them in my palm, squeezing them lightly.

His groans, the sounds of skin slapping skin and Gabriel’s moans as Sasha fucks him into oblivion are like an aphrodisiac, spiking my lust higher and higher. Jordan grabs my free hand and places my fingers on my clit, tilting his hips slightly so his crown rubs against that perfect spot inside me with every thrust.

“Don’t make me fight for it, pretty girl. I want to watch you play with your pussy while I fuck you until you’re gushing all over me and screaming my name around Rhett’s cock,” Jordan growls, and I know if I could see him right now, his eyes would be blazing.

I do as he says, circling my fingers around my swollen nub, using my slick to make my fingers glide smoothly.

“Gods, such a good girl. You listen so perfectly,” Rhett grinds out, his knot swelling against my lips. “That’s it, Sweets. Take me all the way,” he groans.

I want to push him further into my mouth, the need to take every single bit of him riding me hard, but I don’t know if my lips can stretch that wide. I moan around him and press against his ass, widening my mouth as much as I possibly can until the slight bulge of Rhett’s knot pops all the way in. Rhett curses colorfully, his hips jerking involuntarily as he grinds against my face.

“Son of—Fuck, fuck…” He moans as I suck on his knot. “Ah, how the fuck are you doing that? Oh, yes. Fuck yes. That’s it.”

I can feel him in my throat, and my jaw is aching from stretching so wide to accommodate his knot, but I’m unwilling to let him go. I want him to knot my mouth and come so far down my throat that his cum goes straight to the inferno raging inside of my belly to help temper it.

Jordan’s knot rubs against my opening and I so desperately want to beg him to knot my pussy while Rhett knots my mouth, but my mouth is too full and everything feels so fucking good right now. I rub my clit faster while working my tongue on Rhett’s knot, feeling it swelling more and stretching my lips wider around him. He tries to pull out, but I squeeze his ass harder and clamp my lips down as best as I can, giving him a defiant look.

“Fuck,” he breathes, eyes blazing on me. “You look so fucking delicious with your lips stretched around my knot, Omega. Fucking perfect.”

Gabriel’s scent bursts around us, sweet apple pie heating my blood and making my eyes roll into the back of my head as I take deep inhales of it while trying to breathe around Rhett’s knot.

“Is Rhett knotting your mouth, sweet Shade? Stretching your jaw wide around him? Gods, that’s a sinful sight,” Jordan grunts out as he slams into me harder, his knot teasing me, making my walls clench while trying to pull him in deeper.

My fingers speed up, my sucking intensifies, and the next time Jordan slams into me, I scream around a mouth full of Rhett, causing him to groan long and hard as his cock twitches and spurts everything he’s got down my throat, which makes me whine about missing out on the way he tastes since none of it touches my tongue.

My walls clamp down on Jordan’s cock, strangling him, until I can feel him twitching deep inside of me, filling me so full that on his next thrust, some of his cum slides out of me. Rhett twitches on my tongue when I suck on him again and another jet of his cum shoots down my throat, leaving me feeling smug.

“I think I just saw the gods for a second,” Rhett groans, his knot tugging until I relax my jaw as much as I can and unclasp my lips so he can free himself.

He falls down beside me, and I lick my lips before working my jaw from side to side. It’s sore as fuck but that was so totally worth it. My cunt pulses around Jordan as I think about how hot that was and he falls over me, his chest rubbing against mine as his hips pump into me lazily, his cock not completely soft yet.

Gabriel crawls over to where we are, kissing me and sucking my lips between his.

“My turn,” he purrs, smirking against my lips.

When he pulls back, he looks at Jordan with a raised brow, making me snort.

Jordan huffs against my throat, and when he sits up, he rolls his eyes. I moan as he slides out of me, my channel clenching, trying to keep him from leaving. I think he moves slower when he realizes, teasing me with his unhurried retreat.

Gabriel quickly takes Jordan’s vacated spot, slipping inside of me in one stroke; my slick, and Rhett and Jordan’s cum making him glide in smoothly.

“You feel even better than I thought you would,” Gabriel groans, and then he leans down to my ear and whispers, “I kind of want to keep you.”

My breath hitches and I bite my lip. I kind of want him to keep me, which is crazy, but also feels so fucking right. I want to tell him to be mine, to stay, but I don’t. Instead, I reach up and suck on his bottom lip with a whimper.

“Such a pretty sound, Doe. It’s like music to my ears.”

Gabriel slides his arms underneath my armpits, his hands coming up to grip my shoulders so we’re pressed together. His skin is smooth as it slides against mine and warm to the touch, but still cooler than my own—a balm to my overheated body. Something settles inside of me as we glide together, a sense of belonging taking hold of me. His touch settles something in my soul.

Everything feels right at this moment. I feel seen and precious, my every instinct saying he belongs to me. I’ve never felt so strongly about someone so quickly, so pulled to them inexplicably.

He sits up with me in his arms, my thighs resting on his. He presses his nose against mine, looking deep into my eyes as his hips roll and grind up into me. My breaths puff out against his lips, and this moment feels… intimate. It feels like more. 

It’s like something inside of me has clicked into place as I fall deeper into those pale green eyes. Gabriel is looking at me the way I’ve always wanted to be looked at. Like he’s found the answer to every prayer he’s ever had in life. Like I’m this precious being that he wants to care for and look after for eternity.

I can’t look away from his glowing eyes as he stares into my soul, setting my blood on fire. My hands clench his back, my nails digging into his skin. For a moment, it’s just us with no alpha interference, and he’s all I see, all I feel, all I need. 

As I get lost in his eyes, it’s like everything in the world rights itself, and a breath of new life has been breathed into me. This omega—this gorgeous fucking man—came to my aid despite barely knowing me. He brought his alphas to me; is sharing them with me and eagerly trying to make sure I’m completely cared for during this time. 

In his arms, I feel safer and more cherished than I ever have in my entire life. Gabriel is everything I dreamed of for myself when I was growing up, and I’m realizing he’s what I was searching for in all of those packs I turned down while I was at the Center. 

He’s attentive, caring. His scent makes the omega in me wiggle in delight. I feel like I’ve known him my whole life, but in reality, I know nothing about him other than he feels like home. 

My orgasm with Gabriel isn’t as intense, but feels just as amazing. It’s more cerebral than physical. More of a slow buildup that helps me fall over that edge gently. It’s like a wave lapping at the shore, softly cresting before crashing down against the sand.

“That’s it, Beautiful. Look at you. Such a good girl. Fuck, you feel so good squeezing me like that,” he whispers to me, lightly pumping his hips and slowly fucking me through my orgasm.

 By the time he comes, I’m so full of all of them, satisfying this crazy need inside of me and making me feel pleased as punch.

Once he’s caught his breath, he falls to the side of me, grinning over at me, which makes me smile back. Sasha pounces on him the minute he’s free of me, sucking his softening cock between her lips and licking my taste and that of the rest of her pack off of him. Gabriel moans, gripping her head and closing his eyes as she sucks him down, a pleased purr vibrating in her chest.

Jordan slips between my legs soon after, bringing my attention to him when his lips are hovering over my cum soaked pussy, eyeing the mess hungrily like he can’t wait to devour me.

“I’m going to enjoy this feast,” he growls, swiping his tongue through my folds and purring when all of our flavors mingle on his taste buds. “You taste divine on your own, but with all of us blended together, you taste like the nectar of the gods. Pure fucking ambrosia.”

My hands reach down to clutch his hair, the silky strands gliding between my fingers sensuously. I throw my head back when he spears his tongue into my channel, wrapping my thighs around his head and moaning loudly.

“Please, Alpha. Make me come. Need it. Need you,” Gabriel begs beside me as Sasha continues to torture him with her lips and tongue.

I cry out when Jordan removes his tongue and licks his way up to my clit, sucking the over-sensitized bud between his teeth.

“Yes, oh, please… Don’t stop. Jordan!” I moan, gripping his head and holding him tighter against my throbbing clit.

“He better not,” Gabriel growls, reaching over and gripping my face. “He better eat that pussy like it’s going to be his last meal. I wanna hear you screaming his name and covering his face in your slick so I can lick it off of him.”

His breaths pant out against my face when Sasha stuffs his cock all the way down her throat and his eyes glaze over with desire. Jordan growls before he flicks his tongue rapidly over my clit, making my back arch and a cry escape me.

“Just like that,” I gasp out, lips parted. “Ohmigods, yes! Bite me, please. Please, bite. Oh fuck, I’m gonna come… Don’t stop,” I babble out, completely out of my mind with the amount of pleasure flooding my every nerve ending.

Jordan lightly bites down on my clit, and I detonate, screaming his name so loudly I’m concerned my neighbors can hear me. My slick gushes out of me and I hear Jordan groan, wet smacking sounds coming from between my legs as he tries to catch everything I give him.

“Such a delicious pussy,” Jordan moans, flattening his tongue against me.

My skin is glistening, sweat dampening my hair so tendrils stick to my forehead and cheeks. My body feels like a live wire and the endorphins flooding my body have me feeling like I’m floating on a cloud of pure bliss.

I’ve never felt better during a heat, or more taken care of, and everything really has only just begun.

The heat fog clouds my brain, pulling me under, whispering at me to let go, and I am helpless to ignore it.

Chapter Twelve

Sasha

I recognize the moment Shade lets go and allows her heat to completely take over. Her pupils grow larger and her scent even sweeter than it was before, flooding out of her to entice us all.

Gabriel whines as her scent hits him and his cock grows even harder in my mouth, his hips jerking upwards and pushing him farther down my throat.

“I need more,” Shade moans, running her hands down her body, writhing with need. “Please. I’m so empty.”

Gabriel grips my hair, making me look up at him. His nostrils flare and the heat in his eyes sets me ablaze.

“Alpha, the omega needs assistance. Make her feel good,” he purrs at me when I release him with an audible ‘pop’.

I glance at Shade, only to see her intriguing eyes boring into me, lust blazing in their depths as she licks her lips the longer she watches me.

I crawl to where she’s splayed out, Jordan having already moved out of my way. My core clenches in anticipation, my clit throbbing to the beat of my heart. Between her legs, I kiss my way up her body until we’re face to face, and I lick her lips, requesting access, which she eagerly gives me. I twirl my tongue around hers, moaning when I catch hints of Gabriel and Rhett lingering inside of her mouth, which has my pussy dripping with my arousal.

“Please,” Shade whimpers against my lips, rolling her hips, searching for friction.

“What do you want, Strekoza?” I ask her, pressing my thigh against her sopping center as she rubs against it.

“Want you deep inside me. I’m so empty, Alpha. Please. I want to be full,” she moans, rubbing her nipples against mine as she tries to get closer to me.

“Such a dirty mouth,” Rhett groans as he sidles up alongside us and hands me something before leaning down to kiss Shade.

My large purple strap-on is in my palm when I sit up, and I smirk that this is the one he handed me. I brought several, just in case, and this one is brand new. There’s a piece that hooks inside of me, so when my lock engages, it inflates a knot at the base of the silicone cock. Fitting that I’ll break it in with her.

While Rhett occupies Shade, I get myself situated, tightening the straps on my thighs and the one around my hips to ensure everything is held in place firmly. I position the piece that goes inside of me comfortably, moaning as it slides deep into my channel to hook inside of me. Crawling back between her thighs, I slide the girthy attachment through her lips, coating it with her slick.

“Sasha,” Shade moans, making my nipples tighten and my cunt clench down hard around the piece inside of me. 

Fuck, that sounds so good. So perfect. 

“I want you inside me,” she cries out frantically the longer I tease her.

“Look at me,” I pant out, waiting until her eyes clash with mine.

When they do, I enter her in one long, deep stroke, watching as her eyes widen and her lips fall open, face twisting in delight. I lay my body along hers, wrapping one of her legs around my hip, the warmth of her heat almost searing. She’s softer and more plush than what I’m used to, and it only adds to the boiling desire taking root deep in my gut. The swell of her breasts are a lush cushion between us, the tightened beads of her nipples dragging and catching deliciously against my own in a sensual dance that makes my breath catch in my throat. The scent of her surrounds me, mixing with my pack with such a firm sense of rightness that my heart seems to skip a beat and my hips stutter as they come to rest against hers. Shade lifts her chin, giving me access to her throat as I let more of my body cage her in the way omegas often crave. 

  The alpha in me recognizes the easy submission she grants me, and it pleases the primal part of my brain that craves it.

 I plunge in and out of her sopping hole, listening to the melodic sounds of her moans and cries of pleasure mixing with the wet sound of her slick every time I push into her. My cunt is dripping, combining with her slick on every thrust forward as my wetness trickles down the toy.

“Isn’t she such a good omega? She takes us all so well,” Gabriel moans, watching me fuck her as Rhett slams into his ass while Jordan chokes on his cock.

“Such a good girl,” Rhett mutters, before nipping his mark on Gabriel’s neck.

Shade practically preens beneath me at their praise, tilting her hips up and rubbing her clit against me. 

“Play with my nipples,” I beg her, circling my hips and grinding against her to give her the friction she’s craving.

She listens to me, reaching her hands between us and grabbing a handful of one of my breasts while her thumb and forefinger roll the nipple on my other breast around. The extra stimulation has the fire in my core flaring brighter, each of my breaths panting rapidly out of me as my arousal drips down the toy between us. I love having my nipples played with, and there’s just something about such soft, supple fingers doing it that has my pussy wetter than I think it’s ever been.

She pinches and pulls on one nipple and then flicks her thumb over the other one, making me cry out and my hips stutter. Her eyes gleam as she looks up at me, licking her lips before pinching both nipples and tugging which has my lock trying to tighten its grip, my cunt pulsing as I try to hold it back.

“Kiss me,” Shade moans, reaching for my lips.

I press them against hers, licking into her mouth and groaning at the taste of all my men on her tongue. It’s like a cocktail topped off with her taste and I want to suck her pussy between my lips so I can drink her slick straight from the source.

“Faster!” Shade urges against my lips, wrapping her arms around my back and pulling me even tighter against her. Her nails bite into my skin and my eyes roll into the back of my head. “You feel so good. Please, make me come. I want to come all over you, have you smelling like me,” she groans, sucking my lips between hers.

I listen to her, pumping into her faster, my thighs smacking against hers with every forward thrust. Her cries drive me higher and her scent is clouding my mind, pushing me closer and closer to a rut, but I want to keep my head about me. Need to.

“You want me to knot this pretty pussy? Want me to stretch you wide around me?”

“Yes! Yes, yes. Knot. Knot, now!” the needy omega beneath me demands, locking her legs around my hips, pushing the heels of her feet into my ass to press me harder against her.

She rolls her hips, grinding against me for friction, and the toy inside of me rubs against the textured pad of flesh hidden inside of me, leaving me dripping. My lock tightens, inflating a ring at the base of the dildo attached to me. The tighter my lock gets, the bigger the knot gets, and I rub it against her opening, leaning back to watch as her desperate cunt tries to suck it in. I moan, licking my lips when I pop it inside of her, locking us together just as my lock clamps all the way down on the piece inside of me. 

Shade rakes her nails down my back as she screams, her walls pulsing and her slick coating us both as she comes harder than she has thus far. A knot or lock will do that, though. I lightly circle my hips, prolonging her orgasm, knowing this is going to be the one that exhausts her momentarily. 

My own core pulses as I squirt all over Shade’s pussy, which makes me groan as my scent completely coats her. She whimpers, and her body relaxes, her eyes closing slowly. A small smile sits on her lips as she lets me roll us and settle her on top of me until my lock releases. 

She snuggles into my breasts, resting her hands between our bodies and clutching my tits, which makes me smirk. A purr rattles its way out of my chest and Shade relaxes even further against me, completely pliable on top of me as I stay locked inside her. Her breathing evens out and I know the exact moment she drifts off.

Jordan, Gabriel, and Rhett surround us, each of them placing their hands on her. Jordan and Rhett’s purrs join with mine, lulling Gabriel to sleep as he lays curled against my right side.

 “I think we acquired another omega, Boss,” Jordan rasps, his eyes locked on Shade’s peaceful face smooshed against my breast, breaths fanning against my nipple.

Rhett doesn’t say anything, but I can see it in his eyes. None of them are going to want to let her go. I don’t think I will either. 

My chest warms and contentment floods my system at the thought of Shade being ours.

 He may be right.

* * *

I’m on my knees, Jordan’s legs wrapped around my waist as I slam my rubber cock into his ass, and he groans loudly. Bending slightly, I slip his long cock between my tits, and when Shade sees she abandons Gabriel and Rhett, making them both groan as she crawls away, completely out of her mind. She grips my breasts with each of her hands, squeezing them together tighter around Jordan’s cock. Once it’s poking out the top of my breasts, she leans down and sucks the head between her lips, moaning in delight. Jordan curses as his back bows, muscles tightening in his neck and arms.

 I fist her hair with one hand and work her mouth up and down his length while I hold his hip with my other hand so I can pump my hips up, pushing myself deep inside of the alpha in my lap.

“You like that, baby?” I purr as Jordan watches me push Shade’s head down as far as I can over him, nearly pushing her to his pelvis, making her gag slightly before she moans.

Her saliva drips out of her overfull mouth, sliding down Jordan’s length before pooling at the base. I pull her up as I pull out of him, then slowly push her back down while I thrust back into his tight hole. Shade’s fingers flick my nipples as she squeezes my tits, and I can feel my lock trying to engage from the extra stimulation, but I’m nowhere near done yet, so I work to hold it off. I catch her hips rolling, grinding on air and snap my eyes to Rhett and Gabriel.

“Fuck the poor omega’s pussy, Rhett. She looks like she needs a knot,” I command, and Shade groans, eyes rolling into the back of her head at the demand.

Her knees spread, ass propping up more in preparation. My eyes move to Gabriel, and I stare him down as my hips roll against Jordan’s.

“Get over here. I need to feel you against me,” I urge him.

Gabriel leans to the side and grabs something before crawling to my back and molding himself to me. His cock rests between my cheeks, hard and pulsing and making me clench my walls on my next thrust. Shade moans around Jordan’s length as Rhett thrusts into her, pushing Jordan deeper into her mouth. 

More of her saliva drips from between her swollen lips, coating Jordan as Rhett thrusts in and out of her with short, hard thrusts. Her eyes are clenched closed, mouth full, hair a matted mess, but oh so fucking gorgeous it’s insane.

It’s only been two days, but already I can tell we’re all becoming attached to her the longer we care for her through this heat. She might be worse than Gabriel in heat, and that’s saying something. She’s also a mega brat, but I secretly love it.

 I think we all do.

               She’s quickly wrapped us all around her slender finger, especially Gabriel, and it’s honestly the cutest thing to watch him trip over himself to give her everything she asks for.

“Look at me, Pretty Girl. Let me see those enchanting eyes,” Jordan growls, head tilted so he can watch what Shade’s doing. 

Her eyes snap to his immediately, and her desire is tangible as her perfume shrouds us in a cloud with the alpha’s attention on her.

“I love how well you take my cock, Omega. Is that pretty kitty dripping all over Rhett’s knot right now because of my taste on your tongue? You gonna swallow me down like a good girl while he knots you, stretching you wide around him, Precious?” he pants out as I slow my thrusts when I feel Gabriel’s tip pressing between my cheeks, slippery with lube.

Shade moans, the sound vibrating along Jordan’s length, making him curse and groan. When she hollows her cheeks and gives him a hard suck, his ass clenches and the muscles in his thighs tighten. Gabriel slowly presses into my ass, which has me thrusting back into Jordan as he works himself in.

Rhett has taken control of Shade’s head, his hand fisted tight in her curls as he holds her down on Jordan’s length while he fucks her faster. Jordan shouts. Shade groans like she’s in Heaven. Rhett growls like a savage beast. And Gabriel slams home, making me cry out as my lock clamps down. I shove the dildo all the way inside of Jordan’s ass just as the knot inflates, locking me inside of him.

Jordan’s legs trembling is my only warning before he grunts and his hips buck, causing the toy to hit the sweet spot inside of me that makes me see stars and Gabriel to whimper softly as his teeth scrape against my neck as I clench around them both.

“Godsdamn, fuck, fuck—oh, fuck yes!” Jordan praises as his cum spurts into Shade’s eager mouth.

She works to swallow it all down, but it’s too much and some leaks out of the corners of her lips despite her efforts. Rhett thrusts into her forcefully, shoving his knot into her entrance hard, causing her to grab hold of Jordan’s thighs, pushing him back into Gabriel and I. Her lips part on a silent scream when she comes up for air, cum dripping down her chin, eyes wide.

“So fucking sexy,” Rhett growls as he uses a hand in her hair to guide her back up against his chest. He grabs her chin to give her a dirty kiss as he grinds his knot deep inside of her, licking a drip of cum from her lips, making the three of us watching groan, and Jordan’s cock twitch as another spurt of cum splashes onto his stomach.

Shade growls and eyes the mess hungrily, leaning down to lick the small puddle clean and moaning as she swallows it all down. Gabriel twitches in my ass, his cum jetting out of him, and the heat of it coating my insides making my lock tighten even more. When the knot gets bigger, Jordan groans, his back arching.

“Boss, ah, fuck!”

“Such a good alpha,” I purr with a smirk in his direction, which makes him scoff and flip me the bird despite the fact that he’s locked on my knot, and I can continue torturing him for however long I want to.

He may be just as big of a brat as the fucking omegas.

We all collapse in a pile, Shade falling over Jordan’s midsection with Rhett attached to her back since they’re locked together for the time being. Gabriel cuddles against my back, softening cock nestled between my cheeks still and holding most of my weight as I lean against him with my throat exposed.

“Shade,” Rhett warns, groaning.

“I’m not full enough!” She grumbles, brows creasing and a pout in place.

“Baby, you’re so full of our cum that it’s dripping out around my knot. Time for a break. You need to eat and drink some water so you don’t dehydrate.”

“No.”

“Shade,” Rhett growls.

“Alpha,” Shade sniffs, turning her head away from him.

“You’ll eat, or no one here will knot you again.”

She gasps in outrage, turning to glare at him out of the corner of her eyes. Rhett quirks a brow at the indignant look she sears him with, not the least bit phased by her complaints.

“Gabriel would! He wouldn’t let me suffer. I have plenty of jelly knots, some even bigger than yours, you knot tease!” she fumes, her nose scrunching adorably and her fists clenching in her anger.

I’m amused. She’s much brattier than Gabriel. He doesn’t tend to argue much, content with being told what to do during his heats because he knows we’re going to take care of him. Shade seems to be arguing mostly because she’s enjoying how bossy Rhett is being. 

Rhett presses between her shoulder blades and pushes his knot in deeper, swiveling his hips as he pins her down against Jordan, which has her gasping again—but this time in pleasure.

“You haven’t complained about the size of my knot this entire time, Sweets. Do you need a reminder of why?”

 Shade moans, lips parted, and eyes closed. 

“A jelly knot is nice and all, but nothing beats the real thing when you’ve got it right in front of you.”

He circles his hips again, smacking one of her ass cheeks and grinding against her with his teeth gritted and his eyes blazing at her defiance.

“Now, are you going to be a good girl for me and eat? Or do I need to punish you?”

Gabriel whimpers into my throat when Shade whines, wiggling her bottom against Rhett, which he puts a stop to by gripping her hip in his hand. Rhett tsk’s at her, stilling completely.

“Gabriel, he’s being mean,” Shade whines, turning big pleading eyes on the omega at my back.

“You gotta eat, Doe,” Gabriel says, but I can tell it’s killing him not to just push Rhett out of the way and take over.

Rhett leans down, his lips against her ear, and purrs, “What’s it gonna be, Sweets? You gonna eat so I can make you come so hard you see stars? Or is there going to be no more knotting of this delectable pussy? Which would be such a fucking shame.”

Shade’s jaw clenches, fighting with the urge to continue fighting him and completely giving in to his demands. She bites her lip after several tense moments, realizing how serious Rhett is being right now.

“Fine! But only if you feed me,” she grumbles, her body going lax against Jordan when she gives in with a pout.

Rhett rubs his cheek against hers and purrs. Then he rolls his hips slowly and makes her come again as a reward, her soft cries the only sound we hear as she falls over the cliff’s edge.

When my lock finally releases, the knot on the dildo deflating so that I can pull out of Jordan, and Rhett’s knot goes down so he can slip out of Shade, Gabriel scoops up a sex drunk Shade and takes her to the bathroom across the hall from her nest. She doesn’t fight him when he turns the water on and slips inside the tub with her in his lap once it’s halfway full.

Gabriel works on bathing her while Jordan, Rhett, and I take a moment to catch our breath and gather more water and something for Shade to get in her stomach. I can hear Gabriel murmuring sweet nothings to her while we’re in the kitchen, and it makes me smile.

“I want to keep her,” Rhett mumbles quietly, staring into a cup of coffee like it has all the answers in the world.

“Me too,” Jordan sighs, running his fingers through his dark hair.

“Same. I’d say Gabriel does too if I know him as well as I should. The question is, does she want to keep us?”

Chapter Thirteen

Gabriel

 I run the sponge in my hand lightly over Shade’s skin, cleaning off the last forty-eight hours’ worth of sweat and cum, much to her displeasure. She tried to fight me at first, but as I whispered in her ear she calmed immensely, body lax in my hold.

“You are such a wonderful omega, Doe. So exquisite. You’ve done so well. Building us such a perfect nest to hide in. Taking all of our cum, and letting us cover you in our scents,” I murmur against her cheek as I run the sponge between her breasts and down her belly.

Shade preens the more I praise her and tell her how wonderful she is. My shaft is already hard and aching again at her back, the need to be surrounded by her warm, slick walls impossible to ignore. When the sponge reaches between her legs, she growls, tensing in my hold and clasping her legs together and trapping my hand.

“Shh. It’s okay. I promise we’re going to coat you all over again. Gonna fill you so full that we’re dripping down your delectable thighs,” I say softly, nuzzling into the crook of her neck and breathing her in.

She relaxes in my hold as I nuzzle her, legs falling back open to allow me to clean her up just so we can dirty her right back up again. Little moans slip from her lips as the sponge glides across her sensitive little nub, and I watch, mesmerized, as her chest rises and falls rapidly, nipples peaked from the cool air as I graze it over her a few more times before setting the sponge to the side.

I run my hands along her body once she’s clean, enjoying the way her soft, wet skin feels against the tips of my fingers. I kiss along her neck, nibbling at the spots that make her shiver in delight, which has her groaning with every nip. Her arms raise, falling around my shoulders and her hands cup the back of my head. She tilts her head back as she pulls me down to kiss her, and I get lost in that kiss for a moment, relishing in the way her lips feel against mine.

I know it’s time to get us out of here when her ass grinds back against me while my length presses between her cheeks. She still needs food, and I don’t want to get her geared up just to disappoint her or piss her off.

“Come on. Let’s get you back into the nest and feed you,” I tell her breathlessly when I pull away, letting the water out of the tub.

“Better be planning on feeding me your cock,” she mutters as I lift her up with me, making me snort.

“Horny little thing, aren’t you?”

“I’m just hungry,” she purrs out, standing up on her tiptoes to nip at my lips and rubbing the front of her body against mine once I’ve set us on the bath mat.

She wraps her warm, soft hand around my crown and grips it lightly in her fist, causing my breath to hitch. Her tongue flicks out and licks across my bottom lip, and her scent fogs up my head, making me want to give her whatever it is she wants without question. She’s a siren, putting me under her spell with her song, except her song is her perfume, and godsdamn if it isn’t one of the most delectable scents I’ve ever smelled.

She strokes her fist up and down my length, and my eyes lose focus every time she squeezes me. Her lips trail down my throat and across my chest, tongue flicking out every so often to lick me on her way down. Just as she’s about to bend even lower, Jordan walks in and finds us, smirking at me as I glare at him.

He presses against Shade’s back, wrapping his arms around and clasping her around the middle. 

“I don’t think so, Pretty Girl. Food first.”

Shade snarls at being stopped, which only makes Jordan chuckle at her feral behavior as he picks her up and carries her back to the nest. I’m hot on their trail, not wanting to be left out on feeding her.

Once back inside the nest, we coax Shade to eat anything we can. Strawberries, crackers, a sandwich, which doesn’t exactly go over well because that one ends up across the room when she chucks it with a scowl. 

“I’m full,” she pouts, turning her head to the side when Rhett tries to give her another bite of apple. 

She’s only had a few strawberries, a handful of mixed nuts, and some apple slices with peanut butter, which is more than I thought we’d get her to eat. She’s also guzzled down a ton of water, and she even did that without complaint. 

“Come on, Sweetness. Just eat a little bit more and then I’ll eat you. How ‘bout that, huh?” Rhett cajoles, holding an apple slice to her lips this time with his dark eyes searing into her. 

Her eyes narrow, and he raises a brow at her with a grin and tilt of his head as if to say ‘well, what’s it gonna be?’. Shade huffs and rolls her eyes, but then parts her lips and bites into the apple without taking her eyes from Rhett’s. His nostrils flare as she chews and then licks her lips teasingly. 

A growl thunders in his chest before he launches himself at her, making her squeal when she’s thrown on her back and he immediately shoves his face between her thighs to devour her whole in the span of a second. We’re on her in moments—once we’ve cleared away the food and drinks, of course—touching, kissing, and sucking on every exposed inch of her we can. 

We worship her until she falls asleep with a blissed out smile on her lips from the orgasm overload and a pussy overflowing with our cum, just as promised.

* * *

“So wet for me, Alpha,” Shade groans as she lies between Sasha’s spread legs, face down in her pussy and lips glistening with Sasha’s arousal.

Shade’s ass is in the air, and Jordan’s fingers have her hips in a bruising grip as he pistons in and out of her wet heat. His head is thrown back as I spread his cheeks and fuck his tight ass while Rhett fucks me, my slick easing the way for him. It took us a few to catch our bearings and find a rhythm that worked and wasn’t awkward, but we eventually got it down and I can confidently say that this is the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever been in the middle of.

When Jordan saw Shade between Sasha’s thighs, lost in bringing our alpha pleasure and ass perked up, he didn’t hesitate to slide behind her and slip inside her dripping core. His ass just looked so fucking delectable as he thrust into Shade that I couldn’t help myself. Rhett’s not one to be left out, so it was no surprise when he kneeled at my back and finished off this little train by shoving his cock so deep in my ass that I blacked out and nearly came immediately. 

Sasha moans when Shade wraps her lips around her clit and sucks hard as she grinds back against Jordan. Every thrust from Rhett at my back has me pushing into Jordan and, subsequently, him pushing into Shade. My balls draw up when Rhett rubs against a particularly delicious spot inside of me, and I know I’m close.

“You gonna come for me, Alpha? Gonna come all over my face to show me how good of a job I’ve done?” Shade taunts against Sasha, her teeth nipping lightly at the swollen flesh and making Sasha jolt.

“The better question is, are you gonna come all over my cock like a good little omega?” Jordan grits out as he circles his hips and grinds into Shade, which has her crying out. “That’s it, Baby. I wanna feel your slick sliding all over my knot while you take my seed deep into your womb.”

Shade’s eyes close, her brows furrowing as she pants against Sasha and presses two fingers deep inside of her. I can feel the beginnings of Rhett’s knot as he snaps his hips forward and my slick starts dripping out of me in preparation.

“Knot! Oh, fuck, please. Knot. Need it, need you,” Shade moans, her fingers slipping in and out of Sasha’s wet hole fast, the sound of the alpha’s arousal clear as she groans and clenches her fingers in Shade’s hair.

On Jordan’s next thrust, I can hear when his knot pops inside of Shade, and see the way her body trembles in Jordan’s hold as she comes hard. Sasha’s back bows when Shade’s fingers twist just right, and she bites down on Sasha’s clit. 

“Fuck yes, Strekoza,” Sasha breathes out, her glistening sex clenching around Shade’s fingers as her orgasm takes hold of her.

Jordan groans, his body stiffening as he comes deep inside of Shade, and I’m right behind him when Rhett slams his knot inside my tight hole, and I feel his cock twitch as he coats my insides with his cum. 

We’re all breathing heavily, propped against the person in front of us as we come down from the high. My body is tingling as pleasure continues to course through my veins and little groans keep puffing out of me with each twitch or slight movement. 

Jordan’s hips stutter forward, leaving me to assume Shade clenched her internal muscles, and he curses.

“Fuuuuck, Pretty Girl. You’re gonna kill me,” he chokes out, and I catch the smirk on Shade’s lips over Jordan’s shoulder as she rests her face against Sasha’s pubic bone. 

* * *

 My hips roll, grinding against Shade’s swollen clit while I hold her close. It’s been days, and the closer we get to her heat ending, the sadder I start to feel because I don’t think I’m going to be able to walk away from her. These last several days with her, in her nest, tending to her every need, has only reinforced that I feel something towards her. Something beyond what I ever felt for Ripley.

Something inside of me recognizes Shade as mine, regardless of how illogical it is. Logic doesn’t matter or even exist when I’m lost in her gaze, lost in how perfectly she fits me. 

She’s meant to be with me. With us. 

The alphas are resting for the moment, unaware that Shade woke from her nap needy and whining because as soon as she made the slightest sound, I was sliding between her soft thighs and inside of her, the urge to make sure she’s taken care of stronger than anything else. My soul reaches out for her the longer we’re together, wanting to entwine itself with hers. 

“I love the way you feel inside of me,” Shade whispers, eyes glistening as they bore into mine.

“Not as much as I love the way you feel wrapped around me, Doe. I want to keep you,” I groan, pressing my lips to hers in a hard, punishing kiss.

Our tongues twist together as my cock slides in and out of her wet channel, moving slowly enough to prolong this pleasure—this moment—for as long as I can. When I pull back and look back into her eyes, they’re clear for the first time in days, and they’re shining with unshed tears.

“I want to keep you, too,” she whispers, her hand cupping my cheek.

When she comes, she drags me with her, her walls clamping down and fluttering around me. I come so hard, I nearly black out and the satisfaction I feel knowing that she’s so full of my cum is out of this world. 

After we’ve both caught our breath and are curled together on our sides, I rub my cheek against hers and smile softly. I feel complete, my soul calmer than it’s ever been with this omega in my arms. 

Her scent mingles with those of the rest of my pack so perfectly that my omega instincts couldn’t be any louder as they lay claim to the beautiful girl that stumbled into our lives so recently. 

I’m not going to be able to let her go. I know it with everything inside me.

“Shade?” I whisper, squeezing her tighter to me.

“Hmm?”

“Can I keep you?” I ask so quietly that I’m not even sure she hears me at first.

“You wanna be mine, Omega?” she asks just as softly after several quiet beats.

“Yes. And I want you to be mine. Ours.”

“Are you sure? I can be a handful,” she warns, making me chuckle.

“I think we can handle it.” 

She turns in my arms, putting us nose to nose, eyes searching mine. I let her see the sincerity, the truth to my words.

“I’ll be yours if you’ll be mine.”

“Deal,” I growl, cupping the back of her head and sucking her lips between my teeth.

And just think, if I hadn’t stopped at that bakery when I did and if she hadn’t been running late, I may have gone my whole life missing something I didn’t even know I needed. 

She’s mine now, though. 

I hope the alphas are mentally preparing themselves, because life just got a hell of a lot more interesting.

The End… for now.

Authors Note

Author Note:

Thank you so much for reading. I hope you enjoyed Gabriel getting his own omega. When I wrote Switch Heater, I had no intentions of anyone else from Ripley’s world to get their own book. And then Cozy started talking in my head and I realized she’d have to get her own book. Next, I figured it’d be fun to get a cute, steamy little novella out for Gabriel, because come on… He totally needed an omega of his own, and Shade is so perfect for him, imo.

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