In Doubt, page 18
I close my eyes as he hollows his cheeks and takes me deep inside his mouth, and I grab a handful of his hair, steadying his head in place. Omega pussy is divine, but an alpha’s mouth? We’re built of solid stuff, I can fuck my packmate’s mouth hard and deep, right into his throat, and he can take it all. There are no tears, no panicked gasps, just moans of pleasure and eyes sparkling with desire.
He loves this as much as I do.
“Fuck, you’re such a whore,” I grunt, “Letting me fuck your mouth, letting me pump my spunk down your throat.”
I thrust myself in and out of his mouth, showing him no mercy, using him. I’m tipping into rut now, everything hazy and scarlet around the edges of my vision, my reason slipping away. I couldn’t go easy on him even if I wanted to.
He grips my thighs so tight it’s going to leave bruises, more of his little games. But the pain only heightens my pleasure.
His mouth isn’t omega pussy. I can’t lock my knot into tight tissue, but it’s the nearest thing to it.
He flicks his tongue against my head and sucks me hard. I yank on his hair, pulling him flush against my groin and emptying into his mouth, watching him chug it all down, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallows my come.
“Fuuuucccckkkkk,” I groan as he takes a hold of the base of my cock and squeezes against my expanding knot.
He slides his mouth off me and I slip out with a pop.
“Better?” he asks, licking his lips.
“Better,” I confess. My still hard cock jerks against his grip and he brings his mouth back to my head, catching more of my come as it streams from my cock.
“So much come,” he says, almost with admiration. Forget pissing competitions, the amount of come you can pump into an omega’s belly is the true test of an alpha.
“And all gone to waste,” I mutter.
“No, not to waste,” he says with a grin. “You know I like the taste of your come.”
Truth be told, I like his too. It’s the polar opposite of omega slick. Alpha come is salty. Omega slick sweet. And I like both. Even better when they’re mixed together.
My ultimate fantasy, eating an omega out once my packmate’s come inside her.
I groan thinking of that and more of my come spurts from my cock, this time hitting the floor.
Dylan stumbles to his feet, releasing my cock, much to my disappointment. My knot remains expanded, will be for at least another 15 minutes, and the constriction of his hands felt good.
“My turn,” he says, shoving down his pants and fisting his cock. Curls, even darker than the ones on his head, lie at the base of his stiff cock and I’ve always found them erotic.
I drop to my knees, my hands landing on his arse, and drag him towards me. He moans with pleasure, legs shaking as I feed him into my waiting mouth. I can’t help smiling around his shaft. It takes a certain amount of skill to give good head to a man and a woman, but I pride myself on always delivering my best. And my packmate certainly enjoys my skills.
He’s moist at his head, and I slurp that shit up, the salty taste permeating into my tongue. Then I tease him a little, even though I know he must have about as much patience as I did, ringing my tongue around his head, then fluttering down the length of his shaft, following the outline of the vein that runs his length.
“Fuck, Levi, just suck me off already. I’m about to explode here.” I don’t blame him, the omega’s cries ring through the villa. Jake must be delivering her straight to paradise by the sounds of things.
I give Dylan a playful slap on his arse and then I suck him, pumping him in and out of my mouth, taking him as deep as it’s possible to go, down my throat until I’m struggling to breathe, black spots dotting my vision.
I don’t stop. Jake and Giorgie’s sounds are blocked out now, overridden by Dylan’s as he grunts loudly above me, his hands gripping my shoulders.
He’s not a talker in sex. No words or encouragement. No dirty talk. Just appreciative groans. Groans that get more feral and animalistic the closer he nears release. His cock throbs against my lips and I give him an extra hard suck.
He hisses through his teeth and bucks his cock straight down my throat, warm come pumping from him a second later.
Yeah, that stuff tastes good.
I swallow it down, returning the favour and gripping his knot.
It’s hot and throbbing in my hands and different from my own in a way that’s hard to explain. A slightly different shape and angle. And impressive. It would stretch any omega wide open.
And that’s my other fantasy. The one I’d give a lot to make reality. Fucking an omega with my packmate, knotting her together. Showing her the power of both our knots.
I wonder if there’s any chance a girl like Giorgie Martinelli would want to do that.
Afterwards, we lie out on one of the giant sofas together, Dylan’s head resting against my shoulder, his dark curls spilling across my chest.
I feel better now, but it’s a temporary relief.
“That was good,” I tell Dylan. “But I can’t handle being shut out of that room for the next three days and subjected to all those pornographic noises. If this is a Jake only thing, then I’m going to need to find somewhere else to stay.”
“Same,” Dylan mutters.
I sigh. “It’s fucking ironic, don’t you think? He’s the one who’s always said we need to be careful when it comes to omegas. That it was too soon to find one for our pack, and then here he is, rutting one through a heat.”
“But he’s fallen in love with her, hasn’t he? It changes everything.”
I peer down at my packmate. “He told you that?”
“He didn’t need to, Levi. It’s bloody obvious.”
I run my fingers through his hair. “You think he’ll want to leave the pack?” I say, trying to keep my words steady, when the thought has my heart cracking in my chest. Our pack is so young, barely a year old, but it’s been the happiest year of my life. If Jake leaves, will Aiden too? Will everything fall apart? I can’t imagine life without them.
“I think that’s going to depend on Giorgie. What she wants. What she decides.”
“I couldn’t make that decision. I couldn’t choose between my omega and my pack.” I hold my packmate tighter.
Dylan shuffles against me, crooking his head up to look at me. “You like her.”
Dylan knows me better than any of my packmates, intimately. He can read me like one of his recipe books. Yet, I can’t quite admit it to myself, let alone him, so I mumble, “I hardly know her.”
“With some people you don’t have to.” He stares at me.
And I know there is no use arguing with that. We’d fallen into bed with each other on the first day we’d met. Someone had suggested drinks after training, we’d got chatting, and I’d been instantly seduced by those emerald eyes of his, his pale skin, and his dark hair. Seduced also by the fact we’d held similar philosophies about life. We both knew pack life was for us, that we had the capacity to love and commit to more than one person. It was bloody intoxicating to find someone who thought like me. I’d fallen hard. We’ve been pretty inseparable ever since.
And he has a way of making me see reason. I’m all red hot fire, passionate about everything I do. But that spills into hotheadedness sometimes. I’ve been sin-binned more than anyone else on our team and when I see the red mist like that it’s only ever Dylan who can talk me down.
“What do you like about her?” he asks.
“Are you jealous?” I ask him earnestly, genuinely concerned. It’s one thing to theorise about these things, another to enact them, and I’d never want to hurt Dylan.
“No,” he answers firmly. “You know I’m not like that.”
“Yeah,” I say, kissing the crown of his head. “What do I like about her?” I mull it over. “The girl has attitude. She’s smart and beautiful, and she gives Jake shit.” Dylan chuckles. “But there’s something vulnerable about her too, delicate, it makes me want to fix her. Shit, man. That probably sounds really fucked up.”
“No,” Dylan says. “You’re an alpha. It’s in our blood to want to look after omegas.”
“I’ve never felt that compulsion before.”
“Because you’ve never fallen for an omega before.”
I sink further into the sofa, eyes floating to the ceiling. It’s quiet in the bedroom and I wonder if they’re sleeping or finally having that conversation.
“It’s all happening so quickly though,” I say.
“That’s life. Sometimes things don’t happen the way they should. But you can’t moan about it. You have to go with the flow and hope it’ll take you where you’re meant to go.”
21
Jake
The omega is a sleepy, floppy thing in my arms, my knot buried deep in her cunt, her stomach bloated with all the come I’ve pumped inside her.
I should let her sleep, an omega needs rest and recuperation in between rutting. I don’t want her to fall ill from exhaustion. But I also need to talk to her.
I can practically see my packmates pacing outside the door, cursing my name.
“Omega,” I say, sweeping my knuckles along her cheek bone. She peers up at me, her skin flushed pink from all those orgasms I’ve given her. “We need to talk.” Alarm flashes in her eyes. “It’s OK,” I purr immediately.
“What is it?” she asks, the rumble in my chest relaxing her, but the concern still audible in her voice.
“My pack,” I say simply, not really knowing how the hell to explain this to her.
“Your pack?”
I stare back at her, struggling for the words as I brush the hair from her forehead.
I’m such a bloody arsehole. I should never have brought her here.
She studies my face, her hands hooked around my neck. “They’re out there,” she says, her gaze sliding to the door. “I can smell them.” She inhales and shudders, and I’m unsure if it’s from fear or lust. “Do they … do they want to come in?”
Fuck, I finally have Giorgie Martinelli in my bed and now I’m going to blow it.
I cup her face in my hand and force myself to say the words.
“You’re an omega in heat. Yes, of course, they want to come in.” I pause. “But that’s irrelevant. What do you want?”
I’m asking too much of her. I’m putting her in a compromising situation.
I don’t want her to feel pressured.
I also really want to fuck her with my packmates.
Yeah, I’m an arsehole.
“I think,” she nibbles her lip, “I’ve always been curious.”
“Curious about what?” I ask quietly, not daring to hope.
“What it would be like to be with a pack.” She blushes.
“You have?” I ask.
“I live with a pack. I see the huge smile on their omega’s face every morning.” She cringes. “I’ve heard stuff.”
“Right.” I swallow, my heart stuttering in my chest.
“Tell me about them, your pack?”
“What do you want to know, Baby Girl? You already met them.”
“How’d it happen? How’d you form your pack?” She tickles her fingers against my scalp. “What’s special about them?”
“That’s,” I gaze into the richness of her eyes, “a difficult question to answer. Like trying to explain what makes a sunset special or a rainbow. Words can never do those things justice, can never capture what it’s like to stand before one.”
“Hmmm,” she murmurs sleepily and I capture a lock of her hair in my hand, stroking down its length, loving the way the strands run through my fingers.
“I was a lonely little rich boy before I met them,” I cringe. It sounds so pathetic but I want to give her the truth, thinking about Dylan’s advice, knowing she needs to trust me. “I was near to losing myself in a pit of self-pity. Drinking too much, messing around with any girl who looked my way, wasting away my trust fund. I was closed in on myself and alone. My parents were too busy tearing each other apart in the divorce courts, too absorbed with their new lives, to notice. If this pack hadn’t swooped in and claimed me as one of their own, fuck knows where I’d be now.” I close my eyes, feeling every inch of her warm skin against mine, drowning in her sweet scent. “It was Aiden really who saw behind the mask, and you know how he is with his straight talking. He brought me out of his shell. I guess we’re alike, the two of us. We were both alone in different ways, looking for love and connection.”
“And you found it? With this pack?”
“Yes Giorgie.”
“Then I want to.” I bring my forehead down to rest against hers, the emotion of this making my body shake.
“So does that mean…”
“I’ve had bad experiences in the past–”
“I wouldn’t–” She lands her palm on my chest.
“It’s stopped me from trusting, fully trusting another person – trusting alphas especially. It stopped me from letting go for a long time. A very long time. And I think maybe that was a mistake, because it meant he won. He took more from me than I should have let him. He took away my chance to find someone and build a real connection.”
“Whatever he did,” I growl. “It wasn’t your fault.”
“I know,” she smoothes her hand across my chest. “I thought I’d moved on from it, but being here with you, I realise I hadn’t. Because this is the first time in a long time that I’ve really,” she smiles, “trusted someone enough to enjoy the sex.” Her gaze falls to her fingers as she strokes them across my skin. “I want to … I want to move on. I want to be free from what happened, from him. That means letting go of all my fears. It means trusting you. It means trusting myself and following my desires. I have to be brave and honest with myself. And that means exploring this curiosity.” Her gaze flutters up to meet mine again and my heart pounds in my chest, right beneath her fingers. “I know pack omegas can be cherished and loved. I know they can be the person that binds the pack together. I think I might want that. So if you are happy to share me, Alpha, then I want to try.”
I growl low and tug her closer, nibbling on her neck. My heart expands so violently in my chest, I’m surprised my ribs don’t crack. She wants to try this. With me. With us. She trusts me.
“I want nothing more than to share you, Omega. To have my whole pack pleasuring you and taking care of you. We’ll make this so good for you, I promise.” I kiss the tender flesh of her neck, smelling the deepening of her scent. This conversion is turning her on and her cunt flutters around my knot.
“But,” I add, drawing back and lifting her chin so she’s gazing straight into my eyes, “are you telling me you might want to be ours? Permanently? Do you want to be a part of this pack?”
She smoothes her thumb across my lips. “Slow down, Alpha. One step at a time.”
I nod. I’m rushing ahead of myself, giddy with excitement at the possibility. I take a steadying breath.
“OK,” I say. “We’ll give this a try, but if it isn’t what you want … if you don’t like it … if it’s too much. You only have to say the word.”
“A safe word?” she asks.
“Yes, Omega. A safe word. You utter it and I’ll make it all stop. OK?”
“Yes, thank you,” she says. “I like that idea.”
“It’s new for all of us. We’ve never done this either.” She smiles at me and I mirror the expression. “Fuck, Giorgie, you’re the firecracker I always knew you were. Always curious, always pushing me. Willing to experiment and see if this will work for us.”
Maybe I knew that all along. Maybe that’s why this situation was so damn frustrating because deep down I knew she was the perfect omega for our pack.
“So what’s the word?” I ask her.
“Hmmm.” Her lips twitch in amusement. “Professor Lichenstein.”
I screw up my face in disgust. “Yeah, fuck, that’d stop me in my tracks.”
She laughs. “That’s what I thought.”
I laugh too. “You’re really something, Baby Girl.”
“You have to stop flattering me,” she says, hitting me softly on the shoulder. “I’ll start believing you.”
My brow creases. I don’t know what she means by that. But then she’s yawning. “Enough talking, snuggles and sleeping now.”
“I need to talk to my pack.” Although, I’m not going anywhere knotted to her and she knows it.
“Later,” she mumbles, slotting her head beneath my chin, and then her eyelids fall shut.
It takes another ten minutes for my knot to deflate. It’s never been hard for that long. My body is reluctant to let the omega go as if it’s terrified this is all some delicious dream. A dream I’ll be ripped from soon enough.
Carefully, I roll away from her, arranging the blankets around her body, and finding my boxers on the floor, then tiptoeing out of the room.
I find my packmates lounging around on the sofas.
Levi looks as if he might strangle me. Aiden’s face is taut with pain and Dylan has a curious glint in his eyes.
I smile at them sheepishly, combing my hand through my dishevelled hair. I stink of sex and the omega. There’s no doubting what I’ve been doing for the last three hours.
“How did the talk go?” Levi asks, his voice dripping with sarcasm.
“Good,” I say, dropping down next to Aiden, who can’t help shuffling towards me and sniffing my body.
“Shit!” he groans.
“The talk was good?” Levi repeats, frowning hard. Forget strangle, he might knock me out judging by the fists resting on his knees. “So you didn’t get somewhat distracted?”
“A pleading omega, fingering herself and begging for cock is pretty damn distracting,” I mutter. “I’d like to see how you’d fare, mate.”
“Shit,” Aiden repeats, eyes glazing over as if he’s imagining that scene. “Shit, you lucky bastard.”
Levi looks away from me in disgust.
“But we did talk and…”
“And?” Dylan asks eagerly.
“She wants to give this a try.”
“Us?” Dylan asks, his eyes wide as if he can’t believe what he’s hearing.
