Pack Deception: Part One, page 19
My eyes bug out of my head, and I look at Mav, wondering what I did. He glances between the two of us, just now registering something other than how her pussy must feel, and frowns. A few seconds later, he sniffs the air, and his lip curls in disgust before he's glaring at me in a show of obvious distrust.
"What?" I demand, immediately going on the defensive. I don't know what the hell I could have done.
"Why do you smell like Amanda?" Maverick hisses, voice low as he stops thrusting into Summer so he can chastise me. But she pushes her hips back and whines when he stops. Though I'm not sure if she's whining because he said another woman's name or because her heat pains started up again. She won't lift her head up out of her blanket and clothes pile.
Oh.
Scenting, and scent marking, are incredibly important for alphas and omegas, but especially so during a heat, when everything is heightened. Right now I smell like another woman, and Summer's omega does not like that. "She accosted me on my way back from the grocery store. I didn't touch her." Summer still won't glance up. I realize having another scent around right now might actually be physically painful for her, and my heart breaks.
Fucking Amanda.
"Go shower," Maverick's voice is stern, and he's pumping much slower in and out of Summer, just enough to keep her pains at bay while we're talking. "And leave your clothes outside," he adds as an afterthought. She doesn't have an in-unit washer and dryer so it's not a bad suggestion. But it makes me sad to see her face shoved into Mav's shirt, and I won't have anything to add to her nest.
I strip down as quick as I can and open her door to toss my clothes outside. I'm in the shower a few second later, not even waiting for it to heat up. I just want to erase any lingering odor Amanda left behind. Part of me wishes I'd never even gone out, but I know I would have been climbing the walls thinking about how little food she had in this place if I had stayed.
After I've washed my entire body three times with Summer's soap, I think I may be safe to get out. So I wash one more time, just to be sure. With a turn of the knob, I shut the water off and listen intently to sounds coming from outside the bathroom. But it seems quiet. She must have nodded off again. Finally dry, I hang the towel up over the shower rod and step out of the bathroom naked. There isn't anything for me to put back on, and Mav's already seen me naked more times than I can count, so I don't feel any embarrassment when I walk into her living and bedroom space.
Sure enough, she's curled up in a small ball, blankets surrounding her in a very deliberate way, and Mav is leaned up against the wall at the head of the bed, panting slightly. He didn't knot her this time, so I'm surprised she fell asleep so easily.
"I think it was just a small surge. She woke up almost as soon as you left," he whispers, having read the question in my eyes. I nod, heading to the kitchen to start putting up the groceries. I try to make as little noise as possible so she can get the sleep she needs before her next wave hits.
"So Amanda accosted you?" His tone this time isn't as accusatory, but I'm still more than a little peeved he just jumped to the worst-case scenario.
"Now you care?" I grumble, keeping the chocolate on the counter in case she has a sweet tooth.
"I cared before, but what did you expect when you came in mid-heat smelling like someone who isn't your mate? Emotions run hot." His excuse is flimsy and his earlier ire all but gone.
"How would you know? It's not like you've been through a heat before, either," I fire back, getting to the last bag and then walking around to throw myself down on the large loveseat—or maybe it's a small couch—she's got just in front of her bed. I don't want to disturb her nest and make her even more upset than I already have. Even if I didn't do anything wrong, I still feel like a piece of shit.
He ignores my jibe and asks again. "Amanda accosted you?"
With a huff, I turn to him and nod. "Half in the bottle, too. She saw me on the street, walking back with the groceries, and threw herself at me. I couldn't even get her off the way I wanted to with my arms so full."
"You always knew she was crazy," he says like that's any excuse. The sneaky bitch knows I have a mate now. Even if she was a little bit dramatic, or a semi-stalker, everyone knows a fated mate is the real deal.
"I'm calling Renee when Summer's heat breaks for a restraining order." Mav raises his eyebrows at me. Renee is our pack lawyer and a fucking powerhouse. Not that I need to go full throttle just yet; all I'm getting worked up is the restraining order. But if it's not enough to keep Amanda away from me, I know Renee can handle it from there.
"Couldn't hurt, I guess." As gently as he can without jostling Summer, Mav shuffles down until he's flat on his back. One arm rests below his head like a pillow, the other drapes across his stomach, and he shuts his eyes. Following his lead, I figure we should sleep while she does, and I get as comfortable as I can on the loveseat. My body is significantly bigger than it though, so I end up scooting down until my entire torso is flat. But that leaves one leg draped off the side and the other hanging off the arm of it by the back of my knee. I throw one arm over my eyes and count backwards while I clear my mind as best I can. Images flash behind my lids in a torturous rendition of the evening. Summer sobbing into her blankets, Amanda touching me without my consent, Mav's disappointed face. After what feels like an eternity, I drift off.
A soft swishing noise jerks me from a fitful sleep. My eyes are only open long enough to register the faint glow shining in through the window, the beginnings of sunrise, before Summer throws herself in my lap. I latch on to her hips to stop her from tumbling off the loveseat. "Wha—" I don't even get the word out before she sinks her dripping pussy onto my cock. It's been hard since I got back from the store thanks to her tantalizing scent clinging to every inch of this place.
She may be soaked, her slick already coating her thighs, but she still holds me in a grip that steals my breath. Dainty hands land on my chest, and she uses it as leverage to ride me with the zeal of a bunny on speed.
Fuck. I'm going to come already. With my grip on her hips, I try to slow her furious bouncing. "Easy, love. You're going to kill me," my voice is raw and hoarse with desire.
She growls at me as I hold her hips in place and thrust up into her much slower. After a second of this, she already loses her patience and slaps my hands away. She's moving fast and hard again, swiveling her hips and taking every ounce of pleasure she can get. With her head thrown back in blinding passion, her perfume edging me dangerously close to a rut, and the ironclad grip on my dick, my balls draw up in no time. I grunt as my first release hits me the same time hers does, jets of cum shooting into her, but I don't knot her yet.
As soon as I feel the last bit of pulsing stop from her, she starts moving again. Thanks to my alpha biology, I'm still hard as fuck and ready for her next round. But I can tell her body is a little tired because as fast as she's trying to go, her brows furrow and frustration pours off her. Little whines leave her lips that I can't fucking stand, so I grab onto her ass and stand in one swift motion. I walk around the loveseat to the bed and deposit her gently onto it, still inside her.
I reach over and smack Maverick in the face. How he managed to sleep through the grunting, moaning, and pheromones pouring from us, I'll never know. With bleary eyes, he jerks awake, and his eyes immediately shoot to where I'm buried inside her. Heat pools in his gaze, but I turn away from him to settle more comfortably between Summer's thighs.
When she sees Maverick moving to her right, she turns her head and licks her lips. He's standing at attention, ready for whatever she needs. I almost feel sorry for how red and angry his dick is. It's edging toward purple he's so turned on right now, not that he'll be kept waiting long with how horny she woke up.
I pull her legs toward me to settle her closer and start pumping into her again. She purrs her approval, sparing me a glance, but then locks eyes on Mav's dick again. Her hand shoots out, and she grabs it, pulling it toward her mouth like it's a leash. I wince, it definitely wasn't a light tug. But the crazy bastard grits his teeth, a vein pops out in his neck, and a spurt of cum coats Summer's hand. Mav's tastes have always ran a little more masochistic than mine. That's why him and Mason work so well together. As an alpha, Mav likes to dominate, sure, but he also likes a bite of pain, which suits Mason's darker needs perfectly. Which nobody would know just to look at the guy. He's all bubbly and energetic in the streets, controlling and bondage in the sheets.
Summer has licked Mav's cum from her hand by the time I focus on them again, before she leans in and takes him in to the hilt in one move. My hips jerk forward at the sight, and tiny after-flutters pulse around me. Taking that as my hint, I lift her right leg over my shoulder to hit a deeper angle and pound into her hard and fast. She moans through another orgasm, the vibrations making Mav shout, and I can feel the tingles start to spread through me again. Determined to make her come two more times before I do, I lean forward and start rubbing her clit. Mav takes the hint and reaches down to pluck at her nipples. With so much stimulation, she comes again, and I push hard through it, determined to not stop my pace.
I jerk my head at Mav when she comes down, and he pulls out of her. The whine is almost instant, and despite the raging lust coursing through me, I can't hold back the small laugh. Even knowing she may feel a little sting of pain while we move positions, I can't help but marvel at how amorous she is during her heat. I don't have anything to compare it to, but she's absolutely insatiable.
I twist so I'm leaning up against the wall at the top of the bed, with Summer riding me again. The cool temperature of the wall feels nice against my heated skin. Mav moves back over, stands on the bed so she doesn't have to bend over, and sinks back into her waiting mouth.
With her on top of me, and us chest to chest, I can finally lean into the temptation to bury my face into her neck. The near overpowering urgency I feel to bite down on the junction between her neck and shoulders, right where a claiming mark goes, is going to be the death of me. Honey pushes forward over the nutmeg in an enticing seduction. I lick the spot, showing it attention like I would right before I'd sink my teeth in.
"Hudson..." Mav grunts out in warning. His hand is curled into Summer's hair, holding her head in place as he pistons in and out of her, but his hips stutter when he sees where my mouth is. The bastard. As if I'd bite her without talking to her first. But fuck, do I want to. Still, I suck hard enough to leave a big hickey. If I can't have a true claiming mark there, then I'll put a temporary one on her so the world still understands she's mine. Then I'll add a fresh one when this one starts to fade until she figures out who's hearts she holds and lets us in for real.
Giving in, just a little more, because I'm a selfish prick, I graze my teeth against her skin, biting enough for her to feel it, but not to break the skin. As my teeth touch her, she pulls off Mav in time to scream my name through the most intense orgasm yet. I buck through it, pushing in one last time with strength I didn't know I possessed, ramming my knot in her and emptying myself there. Mav strokes his hand up and down his shaft a few times before he comes, a string of white coating Summer's chest, dripping down her breasts. She doesn't seem to mind.
"Bite," she groans, grabbing the back of my head and shoving it back in her neck. "Bite!" she whines when I don't move.
"Summer, I want to but—"
"Bite, please. Please. Please, bite me. Mark me, make me yours, alpha." Fuck, she has no idea what her words are doing to me. But she's also becoming hysterical. Her eyes are brimming with tears, and she's looking at me like I've rejected her.
Fuck that.
I bring my mouth back to her neck and lick and suck on it, grazing my teeth every now and then, until her sobbing quiets to a gentle hiccup. When she seems near exhaustion, Mav and I both start purring for her, until she falls into a peaceful sleep with me still knotted inside her.
Twenty-Six
Summer
The past three days have gone by in a blur of sweaty limbs, a myriad of positions, and uncontrollable need. I can remember every moment of it. There aren't any periods of blackouts where I don't remember anything but vague faces this time. No, this time, I'm lucid for the entire thing. I just can't seem to control my thundering pulse or the usual omega mannerisms. My nest has to be a certain way the entire time, to the point where I don't let Maverick or Hudson on the bed with me, which they never seem to mind. Hudson went to open the window to vent the room at one point, and I almost attacked him for trying to ruin the aroma we'd been creating. Their scents were everywhere now. On me, on my bed, in the kitchen and bathroom. All over. And my omega was jumping for joy.
I was also spending an embarrassing amount of time rubbing myself over them, scent marking, and begging for a claiming mark. From the minute Hudson came back smelling like a female beta—his ex no less—my omega has demanded we make them smell like us. To stake our claim, because as much as that side of me wanted them to bite us for real, it wasn't possible. Doesn't mean I didn't want to pretend like it could be in our future. Every teasing scrape of teeth or suckling of their mouths on my neck drove me wild. When they figured it out, rather than put them off since they've seen the bite marks Brody and Connor left, they got even more voracious than before. They fucked me at the same time again, only this time they kept swapping back and forth between my ass and pussy. Right when one was about to push his knot in, they'd switch positions. I was deliciously sore after that round and slept for my longest bout when we finished.
They make me drink as much water as I can between waves, and try to ply me with food and sweets. I've only managed some crackers and a granola bar. It did make me melt when Hudson brought back groceries for me, though. Not that I can't provide for myself, but it's nice to be taken care of again. Almost four months alone may not seem like a lot, but as an omega, I crave the comfort and contact with people. Well, maybe not the sleezy bar patrons, but my people. Friends...pack.
I can also tell I'm at the end of my heat. My skin doesn't feel so overheated I'm throwing blankets off me, just a little warm to the touch. The excruciating cramping in my stomach has simmered down to a light churning, and as much as I'd like to erase the marks I have and let Pack Whitlock replace them, I no longer feel the need to beg them for it.
Soft snores come from either side of me, where Maverick is cuddled with his head on my chest, and Hudson is acting as big spoon behind me. From my window overlooking a busy Chicago street, I can hear the buzz of commuters walking home and cars honking in the road. A light purple and reddish hue filters through, signaling the sun setting. I hope I can convince Maverick and Hudson to stay one more night, even when they wake up and realize the worst of my heat has passed. It's Monday though, so they'll probably have to get back to work tomorrow. They already took today off to be with me; Maverick sent a text to Jerrick yesterday from my phone telling him my heat started and that I wouldn't be in for the week. I could go in if I wanted to, since I'm a functioning human again, but he told me to take as much time as I needed, and it probably isn't a good idea to go in when the possibility of an aftershock hitting tomorrow or Wednesday.
Hudson stirs behind me, burying his face in my neck and sniffing me. "You smell so fucking good," he whispers in my ear, biting down gently and making my core clench. Interest stirs in my belly again, softer this time. Like a gentle poke instead of the painful stabbing.
He must smell my arousal because my leg is lifted and pulled over his, spreading me open, before I have the chance to say I'm no longer hurting. With a single thrust, he sheathes himself inside me, and my head drops back on a soundless scream.
"Shhh," he husks quietly. "Don't wake up Mav, pretty girl. I want you to myself this time." I nod vigorously, eager to please. "That's my good omega."
The way he's talking to me, I know he can tell I'm fully in control now. But he's still moving inside me, completely uncaring. He wants this—me—even without the excuse of a heat, and it makes me clench down on him as small, pre-orgasm flutters assault me, teasing me.
"Fuck," he snarls and grinds into me in short, hard thrusts. Each one dragging along the sweet spot inside me and building me toward the peak. Mav mumbles something incoherent, making me and Hudson both still, but he doesn't wake. He does, however, nuzzle against my chest a little more, making the slightly scratchy texture of his beard skate across my peaked nipple. I moan at the accidental sensory overload.
Hudson's hand clamps down on my mouth. "I thought you were going to be quiet? Do I need to gag you?" His words are more sensual than threatening, and I'm a little horrified to realize it's turning me on even more. I never let them gag or bind me. It never appealed before, but with Hudson whispering filthy promises to me, I feel differently.
Still, I shake my head, more intent on pleasing him than exploring right now. His deep chuckle vibrates through me, making me shiver. Keeping his hand in place over my mouth, he says, "Touch yourself, baby. Make yourself cum."
I want to tell him he's doing a bang up job of it all by himself, but I can't talk, so I snake my hand down and rub myself between my slit. Wetness is already pooling around us, down my thighs, and making a small squelching sound as he pumps in deeper. I gather some of that and rub around my clit in fast, small circles. A few seconds later, my scream is muffled by his hand, and we're dropping over the edge together.
With a small kiss to my neck, he pulls out of me with a sigh. "Do you think it's over for good?" he asks me quietly, still aware of Maverick's prone form inches away.
"Well, maybe not for good, but for the next four months or so, yeah," I tease him.
"Little shit, you know what I meant," he growls playfully, poking my side. "Four months, huh. Gives us plenty of time to recharge. I'm beat." He plants sweet, trailing kisses from my neck down to my shoulder, but I'm not paying attention anymore. I'm stuck on the fact he just said us after referencing my next heat. Meaning he wants to be around for it. Elation pours through me, and it's like the sun has come out after a long, hard winter. If you gave me a mirror right now, I'd bet I look almost scary, that's how big my smile stretches across my face. But I try to play it cool.
