Chapter Seventeen

Caleb

She has a scent. Our little rogue omega finally has a scent .

I pretended it didn't bother me, not being able to sense her, but my inner alpha has been fuming. He wanted to know what it would be like to feel her, taste her, the way she deserves.

Pure lavender .

She floods my senses—a floral, peppery haze of need. Even as I put my hand on the side of her face, my thumb tracing her scar, I can barely hear myself speak the words.

"You're sure about this?"

Faith thrusts her notepad in my face once more.

I'M YOURS.

"Seems pretty damn sure to me," Jaxon growls.

Micah hovers, clearly harboring my same doubts. What if this is just Faith's heat talking? It's our job to take care of her. Not take advantage.

But for better or worse … I agreed to have her at Wilder Den. I agreed to keep her here, even knowing about the emergency heat. Our timeline might've been off, but the responsibility remains with us.

Jaxon helps Faith out of the covers. She wastes no time—leaping onto his lap, hooking her thighs around his waist.

"Goddamn, baby," he grunts. "That's it. I gotcha."

She kisses him like an omega starved—not on his lips, but his jaw, his neck, trailing further down until she reaches his shirt.

"Better take it off, Jax," I advise. "Before she rips it off."

My packmate eyes me over Faith's shoulder, surprised I'm suddenly on board. Micah has the same look.

The way I see it, Faith has put her trust in us since the moment she arrived. If she's telling us this is what she wants, then maybe it's our turn to exchange the favor.

Suddenly Jaxon's eyes trail down, landing on the prominent bulge in my pants.

Okay, so maybe the trust is just one part of it.

"We're doing this," Micah whispers. "God, are we really doing this?"

As if in response, Faith hisses, clawing right through Jaxon's shirt. He throws his head back, scratch marks bleeding on his naked chest.

I scoff. "I warned you."

Micah and I strip down to our boxers and join them on the bed. I lift Faith by her hips so I can lie her down—panting, shuddering, and half-naked—before us. My cock twitches uncontrollably.

Just imagining what it would feel like to sink all the way inside her.

"Fuck, she's gorgeous," Jaxon groans. "Prettiest fucking thing I've ever seen."

Faith squirms desperately.

"Don't you worry, omega." I crawl over her. "My packmates and I are going to take very, very good care of you."

Her eyes lock onto mine. In them, I see those words.

I'M YOURS.

And I kiss her.

She tastes just like she smells—like lavender on fire, the sweetest smoke.

I feel my way down her body, from the hollow at the base of her neck, through her sternum, into her lower stomach. She never once breaks my gaze, like she's daring me to touch her more. Harder.

This omega will be the death of me.

"These are coming off." I hook my finger over her underwear. "Gonna get you nice and ready for us."

Jaxon takes the liberty of helping her out of her shirt, freeing her exquisite breasts. Small, pert, heaving with every breath. He sucks on one and massages the other, making her writhe so much I have to pin her hips to the mattress.

"Just breathe, angel," Micah purrs. "Doing so well already."

Fuck—her pussy is drenched . I circle the swollen bundle of nerves with my tongue as I ease one finger in, starting off slow.

"Woah, woah, hey," Micah goes on, "you're okay. We got you."

I look up from between Faith's holy legs, concerned, only to find her eyes rolling back into her head. Spasms fire through her body. Her nectar floods my tongue.

"Holy shit," Jaxon gasps, "is she—?"

My inner alpha preens. I've barely touched her, and she's coming apart.

I take a breath, adding a second finger. "That's it, omega. Ride it out."

My packmates have to help me pin her down, jerking against each aftershock. I finally pull back. Give her a chance to breathe.

"That was amazing," Jaxon declares. "Fucking perfect, baby."

"Sweet girl," Micah hums, peppering her in kisses. "You must've needed that so, so badly."

Gently, I glide my fingers back in, testing her response. She throws her head into Micah's chest, breathing heavily.

"Omega," I say, "this what you want? More of my fingers? My tongue?"

"Or mine," Jaxon volunteers.

Faith frowns in question.

I rub her thigh. "We don't have to go any further. I'm happy to keep making you come, just like this …" I kiss her clit. "If that's all you want."

"Me too," Micah puts in. "Assuming, uh, I also get a turn."

Faith's frown only deepens. She sits up just enough to grab a fistful of my hair, drawing me towards her. When she kisses me, no doubt tasting herself on my tongue, I'm so enraptured that I almost don't realize what's happening.

Her free hand diving into my boxers.

I growl, feeling her fingers close around my length. Seeing the hungry, meaningful glint in her eye.

I want to fuck this beautiful, broken omega until she can't walk straight. Until she can't think. Until the only feeling her gorgeous body can remember is my cock in her pussy, filling her to the brim.

I knew this is what would happen if I let my guard down. My inner alpha would take over. Do whatever it took to make sure she was mine.

From the moment I laid eyes on her, I knew.

Now there's no going back.