Chapter Eleven

I woke up the next morning with only Seb still in my nest. He was on his phone, the glow from his screen illuminating his face since the rest of the room was still dark. My brain was still slow to conscious thoughts even as my body was trying to get closer to my mate.

We were both on our sides, facing each other, my face pressing against his bare chest. His free hand was gently rubbing along my back and a part of me wanted to continue to feign sleep so he’d keep going.

“You finally up?” Seb asked, his teasing tone had me looking up. The glow from his phone disappeared as all his attention turned to me.

“What time is it?”

“Not that late. We’re all just used to getting up early.”

I scrunched my nose in mock disgust. If omegas ever get enough rights in my lifetime to work, I was getting a night job. “What’s the plan for today?”

“I was thinking we’d spend the day in the nest together.”

My smile was huge, and I snuggled deeper into Seb’s chest. I was basically giddy with the excitement that my mate wanted to spend time alone with me—and not just sexually. “Will you tell me about yourself?”

Our legs were intertwined, both of my hands crushed between our chests, and my head was lying on his bicep. He continued to rub my back as he started telling me about his life, his family. Apparently, his family’s first disappointment with him was when he didn’t pack bond with Aidan—one of Koda’s mates.

“Our families are close,” he told me. “They have a great working relationship, and both our moms are as close to friends as they can be considering all they really do is trade gossip with one another. They had built up this grand idea in their heads about the kind of powerful pack we would be when we found an omega.”

“Do you not like Aidan?”

“Aidan and I are friends. Close friends. But packs aren’t between friends, it’s a kinship that’s hard to describe. Someone you’d trust with the love of your life. Someone whose morals and values you agree with. Someone you’d trust with your offspring. Or even consider your own. It wasn’t a fully conscious decision to bond with the guys, more instinct. We’re just a different type of mate.”

“I love that you all have that.”

“Proud of yourself a little, too, huh?”

I shrugged my shoulder. “I picked good alphas. That seemed impossible when I was living at the OC. I always figured if I was forced to find a pack, I’d spend my days hiding away in my nest, just using their cocks during my heat—”

My words were interrupted by Sebastian’s growl, his scent tinged with jealousy. He turned us so I was on my back while he leaned over me, his face so close that his nose was less than an inch away from mine. “I don’t like you talking about other alphas’ cocks.”

His legs managed to spread mine so he could fit between my thighs. Still meeting my gaze, one of his hands pulled my own away from my chest, pressing them high above my head.

Arousal was quickly pooling in my core, anticipation tingling throughout my body making me put in a lot of effort to hold myself still. Even my toes wanted to curl with excitement.

I thought he would enter me. I thought my mate was going to thrust his already hard cock into me.

Instead, he gently kissed my nose. Then the side of my lips, just at the corner where it met my cheek. Another kiss under my chin, on my neck, my collarbone. Slowly, so very fucking slowly, he made his way down my body. He took his time at my breasts, even tracing my hard nipples with his tongue.

My chest was heaving dramatically, my body undecided between being stiff for his ministrations or trying to shift until I enticed him to just fuck me.

Seb didn’t seem to pay me any attention—not beyond where his mouth was.

He kept moving downward, kissing toward my belly button, both hips, before I realized his intention was more than just about torturing me.

His shoulders settled between my thighs, spreading me so wide that I felt a slight strain in each leg. My mate continued to kiss me. At this point, he was full-on teasing me. I felt his fingers touch my core, spreading me so I was even more open for him.

I wanted to look, and I didn’t. My back arched, trying to raise my hips closer to his hot breath but my mate just pressed another gentle kiss.

“Please,” I begged. “Seb, I need more.”

“I know you do, princess. There’s just something so unbelievably sexy having you whine for me.”

His lips gently pressed against my clit, the feeling of direct contact on that sensitive spot had my hips jerking. With a demand for more or less, I wasn’t sure.

I was panting, breathing hard from the pleasure. I needed more. More than just one spot at a time.

“I thought princesses were in charge?” I asked.

Seb chuckled, the sound vibrating against me and ratcheting up my pleasure. “Tell me what you want then, princess. Should I suck harder on this little clit? Do you want me to press my fingers inside you and curl them just right? Or if you’re feeling adventurous, I could explore this naughty hole back here.”

My head was shaking. His words were too much, melting every conscious ability I had to acknowledge what he was saying, to beg for any of those things. I just needed him. More slick was pouring from me with each of his dirty questions.

I reached for him, my hands coming to the back of his head as I shoved his face back where I wanted. He obeyed, even going so far as to lick up the slick pouring from me. I barely felt his first finger pressing inside me, I was so wet. Then he pulled it out, using my slick as he touched my clit, petting it, circling it, making more slick leak from me that he lapped up.

All of my muscles were clenching down on nothing. It was nearly painful how badly I wanted to feel him inside me as he continued to play with my body.

My orgasm was close, I knew it by the way my muscles were so tense, in the fact that my eyes were scrunched tight in anticipation of something to come … I just couldn’t get there until he was inside me.

I knew he felt my desperation, felt how close I was, because he started to truly devour me. His tongue pressed and licked into my opening, his finger still moving over my bundle of nerves. No matter how hard I pressed his head against me, his tongue and fingers just weren’t enough.

Tears streaked down the sides of my face, the arousal and need mixing together desperately.

I was sure that I wouldn’t be able to come like this, that it was just an easy way to torture me, taking what he wanted all the while knowing I was riding that edge.

One of his hands creeped up my body, playing with my breasts before moving to the side of my ribs, almost up to my armpit and tracing something there.

Then, all of a sudden, it was like my body simply exploded with pleasure. My orgasm stole my breath as all my muscles locked down, my back arched, my toes curled, my vision became white with bliss.

I had no idea how long it took for me to come down from my own climax. But I was breathing hard, my body warm and covered in sweat, my heart still pounding hard throughout my body so I could feel the beat all the way down to my toes and reverberating up in my ears.

Seb was still down between my legs, gently lapping at my cum and slick mixture.

“You taste so good, princess,” he told me, probably realizing I was finally grounded again. “I love being down here and looking up, seeing you enjoy my tongue and fingers and wearing my mark.”

That’s what his fingers were still absently tracing just under my armpit on my side. His claiming mark on my body.

I was pretty sure he had more to say, but my stomach growled, reminding me that I’d slept in, and had an orgasm before feeding myself. Seb smirked, immediately reaching for his phone and telling me he’d have one of the other alphas bring up something to eat.

“Don’t bother, I want to stretch my legs a little. We can go down,” I told him.

Rather than agree, I watched my mate stiffen slightly. “What happened to spending the day in the nest together?”

“We’ll come right back up after we eat. Maybe drag one of the others up too.” I knew that one-on-one time with each alpha was important, but I didn’t think Seb would be opposed to the pack bonding in here.

“I can have them bring up food and stay if you want.”

He was acting weird. I knew it. I took a deep inhalation, focusing on my mate’s scent. His guava scent still smelled perfectly ripe, not hinting at any dark emotions, but—I inhaled again, just to be sure. His scent was almost too perfectly calm.

My suspicion must have been reaching him because he sighed like he knew he wouldn’t be able to keep holding out on me.

“Do you trust me?” he asked.

I nodded.

“Then just stay in here today. With me. Or the four of us can switch out.”

“What’s going on?”

“We aren’t trying to keep things from you. Okay, so let me reword that. Just for today. Shit is going down outside this house and we want to give you one more day before you’re forced to face it.”

“I won’t hide away forever. My head is healed. My life has to get back to some semblance of normal.”

“I agree. Tomorrow.”

I had no clue what mattered between today or tomorrow, so I agreed. Jackson brought up breakfast and I spent time with him, learning all about him. His love for working out, needing to protect me. At some point, he even chased me around the nest for a bit before gently tackling me and fucking me from behind.

After that, Jackson got into the lighter stuff, telling me about how he enjoyed the season right before winter, when it was crisp and chilly just not quite cold. He told me that he was an organized male, liking order and discipline in his work and yet he’d fallen for me—apparently an omega who never does what she’s told. Near the end of our time, he drew an imaginary family tree, explaining that his family was on-their-own-business rich, not own-a-corporation rich, but he still got along decently well with Seb and Han’s family because they ‘admired his effort’.

That comment had me snorting at the ridiculousness, even teasing him with the sassy words, “I also admired your effort earlier,” which let to him spanking my ass before taking me again.

Han and Zeke brought up dinner later, the two telling me about how they bonded with each other after already being a part of Jackson’s pack. They told me all about the difficulties they had learning to be two alphas with each other. How to be okay letting one be more dominant, how they had to look at designations differently because of it.

After that heavy discussion, we moved on to them telling me some funny stories about their times together. Learning how to use lube, the different positions they could fuck each other in, and then learning how to add an omega to the mix. Between them. In a row. Countless options which just worked to turn me on and then they were demonstrating all the possibilities.

Between them. Han thrusting into Zeke who was pushed into me. Both inside me, at the same time, in the same opening, stretching me even more than a knot.

By the end of the day, when all of my mates joined me in my nest to go to sleep, I was exhausted.

Still, as I was drifting off, my thoughts wondered to what I could expect the next day. Nothing I came up with was good.