9. Bear

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BEAR

I shouldn’t be here. Nala needs space but I can sense her terror and the heat spike she’s currently suffering through. The others are discussing something in the kitchen, trying to figure out the best way to help her but I can’t stay in there. Not when she ran from us, from me. Again. However, I now understand why. The strength of her scent would rip any Alpha of their rational thought. I have no idea why we aren’t reacting that way but it has to be the growing bonds between us.

Montgomery’s connection to her was born out of her need for someone, which means that we’re all hers just as she’s ours. Zahria pushed me toward the hallway a second ago, telling me that I might be what’s best for her in this moment.

Letting out a heavy sigh, I step into the room, my heart sinking into my stomach when I catch her curled up into a ball on the floor. Her entire body is shaking, little whimpers falling from her lips. The entire room is drenched in her scent, Nala flinching when I crawl onto the floor to lay beside her. “Angel, you can’t do this alone.”

“I know,” she sobs.

“I won’t hurt you. None of us will.”

Her head pops up, tears glazing those deep green eyes as she searches my expression for the truth. I want nothing more than to soothe her pain and give her my knot but I also don’t want to terrify her. Nala continues to stare, her body calming with every passing second. When she reaches out for me, I gently take her hand in mine and drag it up to my lips. “Let me help. Please .”

I don’t care if it sounds like I’m pleading with our Omega because I am. I need her to know that we’re here for her, as impractical as this situation is. A tear runs down her cheek as she lets out a pained gasp, digging her other hand into my chest. “I need the pain to go away, Bear. But you…”

“Oh, angel, I have a knot. Is that what you need?”

Most people are confused by my designation. Growing up was an interesting experience as I weathered through both an Alpha and Omega puberty. Having a knot and being able to produce slick isn’t as exciting as it seems. I’m spared the heat cycles but that doesn’t mean I don’t experience some form of estrus where everything in sight looks like the best thing to fuck.

Having Nala around has tamed those desires but only because my attention is now focused on her. I have no doubt that if she’ll let me, she’ll be in my bed more often than not.

“Just your tongue,” Nala whispers burying her face in my neck. “That’ll work, right? I don’t…” She groans and then shudders, the scent of her arousal filling the room. Her fingers dig a little deeper into my chest as her hips rock against my thigh. When her lips start sucking on my gland, I know for a fact that nothing other than a knot will soothe this spike.

“Angel, you are more than your scent, and not me, nor your other mates out in that kitchen want to hurt you. We can feel how much pain you’re in as you fight through this but you don’t have to. Please, baby, please let me help you.” I roll her onto her back, carefully hovering over her as she meets my gaze. She’s terrified—rightfully so—but if we don’t ease her into this, her real heat is going to be a nightmare. She’ll hate herself and try to hide away until her health suffers.

Nala nods but I need her words.

“You have to tell me it’s okay to touch you, Nala. To give you what you need.”

“ Please .”

I reach between us to begin sliding her shorts down her thighs. As much as I want to see all of her, her comfort is more important. Her eyes widen further as she holds onto my arms, her gaze dipping to my pants. There’s no hiding my need for her or the way I’ve been obsessed since I first laid eyes on her. This entire moment will test my restraint but for her, I can do anything.

When her shorts and panties are discarded, I flop onto my back, letting her take charge. Her Omega will drive her instincts, Nala studying me for several seconds before she straddles my thighs. Her gaze is firmly on my cock, even as she wiggles with discomfort. I grip her thighs, waiting for a reaction and finding that she’s given herself over to her biology or it has taken over, needing relief when we’re all so close. Her delicate fingers undo the button and zipper of my jeans, a sigh of relief falling from my lips as the pressure on my cock lessens.

Then she slowly presses down my briefs and unearths my cock, not even waiting before bending down to lick the tip. It takes everything in me to stay still, to let her have her fill before I knot her. I dig my fingers into the carpet and watch my beautiful Omega lick and suck the tip of my cock until a bead of cum slips through those pretty lips.

Her entire face lights up as she swallows my cock, frustrated when I don’t immediately give her more of my release. I’ve always heard that an Omega in heat finds relief from an Alpha’s cum but I’ve never believed it. Nala, though, is moaning and whining as she sucks and licks, savoring my cock. If she keeps that up, I’m going to come down her throat and then I’ll have to drag Montgomery or Zahria in here to give her what she needs.

“Angel, you need a knot.”

The only response is a whine and I have to bite my tongue to keep from laughing. She’s fucking gorgeous in this state but I keep still, my hands perched on her thighs, waiting for her to give up. She’s swiveling her hips on my thighs, slick starting to seep into the fabric of my jeans. Her frustration grows before Nala scoots up and drops herself onto my cock. I grunt out in surprise, our Omega squealing as I suddenly fill her.

My hands move to her waist, fingers digging into her soft skin. “Angel, fuck. Baby—” I don’t get another word out before she’s falling apart on my cock, curling forward into my chest as her entire body shudders through an orgasm. My knot flutters at her entrance, demanding that I take her and make her mine. I tighten my jaw, breathing through the need to mate her, wanting this moment to last for as long as it can.

When she whines again, I know she needs more.

“Angel, you have to move. You need my knot.” I string my fingers through her hair, waiting for an answer. But there is none. “Angel, do you want me to give you my knot?”

“ Please .”

God, she’s adorable. I roll us onto our side, knowing that she’s not ready for the way I truly want to take her. Besides, I want this moment to be special. Wrapping her leg over my hip, I begin to move, sliding in and out of her with the ease of her slick. She angles her head upward, her hands moving up to my neck before she pulls me down into a kiss. Consumed by her scent, I pick up my pace, feeling her body and reading her scent to make sure she’s comfortable.

It dawns on me that her heat isn’t going to be an issue. It’s the moments afterward when she comes down from that Omega high and has to come to terms with everything that happened. Our job is to make sure that she’s comfortable every step of the way. Nala’s kisses become more frantic and needy so I surge forward one last time, my knot moving past her entrance. It begins to swell, locking us together, Nala falling apart seconds later. Her pussy strangles my cock, sucking it farther in until I’m purring into our kiss, feeling my release fill her up.

Silence meets us as we come down from the orgasmic high, Nala fully settled on my knot, the uncertainty in her expression fading away to bliss. I hold my breath for the fallout but she just shakes her head, still rocking her hips until she comes again.

Her lips part in ecstasy, her eyes rolling into the back of her head as she clings to me through her orgasm.

“Hey, angel,” I purr, watching as her expression clears, her Omega handing back the reins. Nala looks around us and then focuses back on me. She’s not as panicked as she was earlier and her scent has softened which means nothing as the entire room is drenched in it. “Feeling better?”

“I feel… floaty.” Her face scrunches up, fear flickering in her eyes, and then just disappointment. “Is this how it’s supposed to feel?” Nala’s breathing slows, her lids falling shut even as she tries to push through what usually happens to an Omega after taking a knot from their mate.

“Yes, angel. It is. It’s supposed to feel good.”

“I think I like it.”

Her snores permeate our little circle seconds later, Nala calmer now than I’ve seen her in weeks. “I’ve got you baby. I got you,” I whisper in her ear.