Chapter 24 Our Little Omega wants to celebrate

Haven’s scent is stronger now, purer, sweeter. Even the bite of smoky chili is more intense, a pleasant burning at the back of my tongue.

Who would have thought that an alpha’s command could suppress a scent like that, but it must be the case. Or maybe it’s just that Haven is blooming now, without the heavy weight of her father weighing her down.

The scientist in me wants to study the effects, wants to see if it’s something I could replicate and test. But the alpha, the man in me, knows I never will. I wouldn’t subject any omega— anyone —to what Haven’s been through. Living under an iron fist for most of her life.

She murmurs something to Hale right against his lips, something that I can’t make out. But whatever it is makes his nostrils flare and his grip on her ass tighten, grinding her against him. She moans, head tilting back slightly, putting her slender throat on display for us.

My teeth ache with the need to taste her, bite her. I want to mark her up and claim her so everyone knows she’s fucking taken. But that’s the alpha in me. The instincts.

I also want to wait until I know for sure she wants us. Until we’ve told her everything. Until she knows what we did and why we did it and we’ve proven to her that we’d never use her like that again.

When she came into the kitchen, that’s what we were talking about. Not that her father showed up. He didn’t. He doesn’t know she’s here. It’s just one more lie we’ll have to atone for.

Jude, Creed and I want to tell her everything. Our entire truth, but Hale doesn’t want to stress her out more. And discovering the men you’ve all but packed up with have been lying to you from the very beginning? Well, that would be super fucking stressful for anyone, but add in how unsafe Haven has likely felt for her entire life, and it’s likely to cause some extended damage.

And not just to her heart. It might damage her physically. Mentally.

We can’t just spring it on her. Not after seeing the effects of living with her father.

We have to keep her safe at all costs, and that means keeping her with us. Telling her would piss her off, break her heart and she might try to leave.

The thought of that is enough to make my heart thunder in my chest.

She can’t leave our protection. If she does, Frederick Bell might get his hands on her, might somehow undo all the healing we’ve helped her with, might figure out she’s been commanded to ignore him by an undoubtedly stronger alpha.

He might circumvent the extra layer of safety Hale’s just given her.

I would never forgive myself if that happened.

So our choices are to tell her the truth and lock her up in our house like a prisoner until we’ve handled her father and eventually she leaves us forever. Or keep lying to her about the truth of how we met, why we searched her out. She’s safe with us of her own choice, even if none of us will bond with her, no matter how much we might want to.

Between those two options, I’ll take number two every time.

“Our little omega wants to celebrate,” Hale announces, drawing me back to the present.

“Oh,” Jude purrs. “And how would you like to do that, button?”

Our girl’s cheeks flush bright pink. She buries her face in Hale’s neck, too shy to say, to ask for what she wants. She should know by now we don’t let that shit fly. If she wants something from us, she’ll need to ask for it.

“Tell us, mouse. Use that pretty husky voice and tell us what you want,” Hale encourages her. “Use your freedom to tell us.”

She lifts her head at that, a smile as bright as the sun beaming across her face.

“My freedom,” she echoes, running her fingers over his lips. “I’ve never been free before. Never been able to completely make my own decisions.”

He kisses the tips of her fingers, hefting her a little higher as the rest of us move closer, tighter. We were already right there, but now I can feel the heat radiating off of her body, smell her sweet pineapple and chili scent.

“You can do it now, angel,” I say, voice sounding hoarse as hell. That doesn’t happen to me. I don’t get overwhelmed with emotion, but something about Haven just makes it happen, makes me want to spill every single thing I’m feeling.

“What do you want, baby girl?”

She glances over her shoulder at him. “You,” she answers simply. “I want all of you.”

Hale trails kisses down her neck, and a wave of jealousy hits me hard. I’m not used to that, not used to begrudging anyone in my pack anything. But I want my mouth to be on Haven’s skin more than I want my next breath.

Unable to stop myself, I unwind one of her hands from Hale’s neck and lift her palm to my lips, trailing kisses over the soft skin, up each of her fingers, down to her pulse point, where I lick softly. She tastes like she smells, the faint pineapple and chili settling over my tongue.

I want to taste more of her, all the places where it’ll be strongest, most specifically right between her thighs, where I know without checking she’s dripping with slick. I can smell it. We all can.

“You have us,” Jude says, grinning at her, making his dimple pop. “Now, what are you going to do with us?”

Our girl arches her back, lifting her tits up on offer to Hale, who tongues one of her nipples through the fabric covering it. “I’m going to fuck you. Or you’re going to fuck me. One or the other.”

Jesus, my dick aches. I was hard before, but hearing her state that so plainly is enough to make my cock turn to fucking steel.

“Such dirty words from such a sweet mouth, baby girl,” Creed growls. “You know what that does to me.”

She blinks up at him innocently. The little minx. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

Her perfume blooms in the air, stronger, sweeter. No more chemical tinge to it.

He chuckles low and dirty and takes her from Hale, wrapping her little body around his as he carries her to the couch. There he tosses her down, and she bounces on the cushions once. Jude’s shirt climbs up her thighs, revealing the tiniest pair of shorts I’ve ever seen. I’m not even sure they qualify as shorts. More like a few scraps of fabric.

All of us grown at the sight, at the small wet patch, the evidence of how wet she is, how turned on, for us.

Creed reaches behind his head and yanks his shirt off before his fingers go to the waistband of his sweats. “Gonna give you what you need, omega. Gonna fuck you so fucking good.”

His sweats drop as Haven reaches for him, eyes heavy lidded, but before he can move in her direction, Jude throws himself on top of her, already completely naked.

Haven and Creed blink at each other in surprise. Hale scrubs his hand over his face before pinching the bridge of his nose.

Jude, for his part, is entirely unaware, his face buried in our girl’s neck, fingers tangled in her hair. Haven gives Creed a sweet smile and wraps her arms around his shoulders, her kegs around his hips, arching up, grinding against his cock trapped between their bodies.

“Move, Jude,” Creed orders and my pack mate just shakes his head.

“Uh, uh.” His teeth nip over her throat, stretching out the neck of his shirt to move over her chest. “You and Hale have been inside our girl. You’ve already fucked her. It’s mine and Tic’s turn now.”

My brows jump, but I’m nodding right away. “Yep. Exactly that. You’ve had your turns with her. Now we get to make her come.”

Hale rolls his eyes toward the ceiling. “If you go first, you can’t knot her.”

Jude’s head shoots up as he glares at our prime. “Who says I can’t?”

Haven makes a frustrated sound. “Can someone please make me come?” She sounds like she’s pouting and a glance at her face shows exactly that. Her lower lip sticking out as she grinds shamelessly against Jude. “Too much talking, not enough fucking.”

I tsk and drop to my knees next to the couch. “Sorry, angel. We just have some kinks to work out with sharing.” I reach between them and pluck at Jude’s shirt. “Let’s get this off, shall we?”

She nods eagerly, and together we wiggle the fabric off her body. Not an easy feat, because Jude refuses to move. Staying snuggled against her. When she’s bare chested, he nuzzles against her neck, his lips pressed against her ear as he murmurs something to her I can’t make out.

A beautiful fucking smile blooms on her face and a giggle spills from her lips, those pretty gray eyes of hers twinkling in amusement. Jude grins down at her and kisses her mouth, hips rolling into hers as he devours her mouth.

Her scent blooms heavy in the air, the sweetness of the pineapple hanging heavy, syrupy and thick. It makes my mouth water with the need to get a taste. Jude pulls back, sitting on his heels and looking down at our girl.

We all do. She’s fucking perfect, all smooth satiny skin tinged pink with her arousal. She shifts, lifting her hips impatiently when we all just look at her.

“Seriously,” she growls. “I need someone to touch me. Please.”

Jude laughs and hooks his fingers in the waistband of those tiny shorts, pulling them over her hips and down her legs, revealing her pink, glistening pussy.

I groan, and Jude looks up at me with a little smirk on his lips. “You want a taste?”

I frown, not understanding his question. Of course, I want a taste, but he’s the one kneeling between her legs, so isn’t he going-

Jude jumps up from the couch and claps a hand on my shoulder, guiding me over to the couch until I’m kneeling on the cushion. Haven frowns up at me. “Clothes off.” She looks at all of us. “All of you. Clothes off. I want to see you.”

We don’t waste time following her instructions. Nerves twist in my stomach when I’m standing naked in front of her, cock bobbing against my abs. I don’t know why I’m nervous. I work hard on my body, and I’ve been told by countless women that the effort pays off. But this is Haven. The girl that has quickly become my favorite fucking person in the entire world. If she finds me lacking in some way…

I shouldn’t have worried though. She takes us in with wide eyes, all four of us standing shoulder to shoulder in front of her, and her cheeks got the most brilliant shade of pink as her gaze latches onto our cocks.

There’s a possessive gleam in her eye that I fucking love, and when she holds out a hand toward me, I don’t hesitate to slide my palm against hers. “Need you inside me,” she mutters, tugging me onto the couch and pushing me down on my back.

I let her position me just how she wants me, on my back, staring up at her as she straddles my hips. The hot, slick heat of her pussy pressing over my cock. She motions to the arm of the couch by my head. “Creed.”

I keep my eyes focused on my girl as he climbs up, his feet pressing into the cushion on either side of my head. The last thing I want is to be this up close and personal with Creed’s balls, but if this is what Haven wants, then it’s what she’s going to get.

Her lips part on a pant as she rolls her hips, sliding her slick slit over my cock, soaking it with her arousal. “Fuck, angel,” I ask, hands gripping her hips to help her with the movement. “You like that? You like the feel of me between your thighs?”

“Yes,” she groans, hips moving faster, making pleasure spark all along my spine. If it feels this good when she’s just grinding against me, how the fuck good is it going to feel when I’m buried inside her? “Need to fuck you,” she mutters, eyes closed, head tipped back, making her long dark hair brush against my thighs. “Need you inside me.”

“Take what you need, angel. Everything I have is yours.”

Her brow furrows as she looks down at me, like she’s not sure she should believe me or not. But in the next instant, she’s reaching between her legs and taking my cock in a firm grip. I groan. I can’t help it. Her little hand wrapped around me feels too fucking good. But the first clamp of her pussy around the tip of my cock? That feels even fucking better.

My fingers flex against her hips as I resist the urge to thrust, to bury myself hilt deep inside her, until I’m tapping her womb. This is Haven’s moment, her show. If she wants to slowly fuck herself down on my cock, I’m going to let her do it.

When I’m notched at her entrance, she releases my dick. One of her hands braces against Creed, the other on my chest as she carefully lowers herself down my cock, eyes widening at the stretch. She moans when she’s fully seated, head tilting back, revealing that pretty neck of hers.

Fuck, I want to sink my teeth into her, mark her up permanently, tell the world that she’s mine, but we can’t do that. No matter how much I want to, how my jaw and teeth ache with the need. I’m not sure we’ll ever be able to do that.

There’s a twinge in my chest at the realization.

Creed was right from the beginning. We never should have started this game with Haven. Never should have approached her with lies. She doesn’t deserve this. She never did. She’s a victim of her father’s bullshit, the same as we are. Probably even more than we are.

She’s so tight and warm that it takes every ounce of my willpower to not come immediately. “Oh, fuck, omega,” I groan, watching as her pussy swallows my cock. “Look at you. Look at how well you take every inch of your alpha.”

“Mine,” she pants out, chin dropping to look at where we’re joined.

“That’s right,” Hale murmurs, climbing on the couch behind her, straddling my legs. “Yours. All of us yours. And what are you, Haven?” he asks, lacing his fingers through her hair and tugging her head back so she arches beautifully over me, sinking farther onto my cock.

“Yours,” she pants as Creed reaches out and traces a circle around her nipple, hips rocking back and forth, making me see stars with how good she feels. Hot and wet and tight.

“Our what?”

Haven hesitates, like she’s not sure what he’s asking. And with that hesitation, her movements over my cock stall out. I groan, and slide my hands onto her hips, urging her to move again while she figures it out, thrusting into her from below.

“Oh, fuck, Tic,” she whimpers, eyes slipping closed only for them to fly open again when Hale jerks on her hair lightly.

“What are you, omega?”

She whimpers, clenching hard on me, and fuck, I almost come. “I-I don’t know.”

Jude chuckles low and dirty, bending over the back of the couch to touch her swollen clit, circling it slowly. “Yes, you do, button. Say it.”

Creed frowns and leans forward, tonguing one of her nipples. “Maybe she needs a reminder.” His mouth trails up to her ear, and he whispers loud enough for all of us to hear. “You’re our sweet little slut. Our pretty little whore. Our good girl, aren’t you?”

She nods frantically. “Yes. Yes, I am.”

Hale laughs, the sound bordering on cruel. “So say it, Haven. Say it out loud so we can all hear it.”

“Wanna hear those filthy words come out of that sweet mouth, baby girl.”

Her teeth sink into her lower lip as she looks around at all of us. I think for a moment she’s not going to say it. She honestly doesn’t have to. We’ll still give her what she needs, still fuck her, still make her come on our cocks. I don’t think a single one of us could deny her anything, let alone an orgasm.

“I’m your sweet slut. Your pretty little whore. Your good girl.”

Fuck. Her saying those words in that husky voice of hers nearly undoes me again.

“That’s right,” Creed growls. “That’s exactly what you are.”

Hale uses his grip on her hair to push her forward. “Now suck Creed’s cock while Tic makes you come on his dick.”

Haven whimpers, the sound muffled as our prime guides her mouth over Creed, who hisses, hips bucking, thrusting down her throat a little too eagerly. I expect her to pull back, to gag, but she just hums and swallows him deeper.

“No gag reflex,” Jude says, sounding pleased as hell about it.

Creed reaches for Haven’s hair, but Hale growls at him. Apparently, he wants to be the one to control our girl’s movements. Creed’s hands drop to the arm of the couch, knuckles going white as Hale uses his grip on Haven’s hair to bob her up and down. One of her little hands presses against my chest, the other grips Creed’s knee. And fuck, she’s perfect.

This is perfect.

My knot swells and now I’m regretting going first, because Hale’s was right. I can’t knot her. That’s not playing fair. We all want her, we all want to be with her, and taking a pause for thirty minutes while we wait for my knot to go down isn’t fair to my pack or Haven. She deserves to be fucked and worshipped by all of us.

To celebrate her freedom the way she wants.

“Tic,” Haven gasps and I come back to myself to find her looking down at me with a wrinkle in her brow. When I meet her eyes, she smiles, cupping my cheek. “Stay with me.”

Nodding, I reach up to hold her face the way she’s holding mine. “I’m here. I’m with you.”

She bends and kisses me, hips working over my cock, taking me deeper, deeper, deeper, into her wet heat. Her tongue tastes like a combination of her and Creed, the clean rain taste of his enhancing the sweetness in hers. Fuck, they’re delicious together.

“Tic,” she moans, pulling her mouth from mine.

Hale’s hands on her hips lift her and drop her over my cock, until she’s bouncing up and down, tits jiggling with each movement. It feels so fucking good. I can’t help but meet her thrust for thrust, fingers biting into her thighs so deep I think I’ll leave marks, bruises. My alpha fucking loves that.

If I can’t bite her, claim her with my teeth, then I can claim her with my hands, my cock, my cum. Mark her up and make her smell like mine.

“Oh, fuck,” I moan, on the verge of giving in, of coming. But I grit my teeth, willing myself to hang on until Haven comes. I need to feel her squeeze me, need to hear the sweet sounds falling from her mouth.

“That’s it,” Jude says, using two fingers to stroke her clit. “Just like that, baby. Come for us. Come all over Tic’s cock. Can’t you see how badly he needs it? Needs to feel you?”

She moans, and I moan right along with her as she gives in, her body going tense. She clamps down on me, her inner muscles rhythmically tightening around my shaft, taking me over the edge with her. Stars explode behind my eyes, and my lungs seize as pleasure like I’ve never felt before flows over me.

“Yes,” I hiss out. “Yes, just like that. Fucking milk my cock. Take my cum like the good little slut you are.”

I’ve barely finished spilling inside our girl, barely come back to myself when Hale yanks her hips up off my cock, a spray of cum and slick spills over my hips and thighs, and then he’s thrusting into her, hands biting into her hips, leaving divots in her flesh.

Haven moans, bracing herself on Creed’s knees with her tiny little hands. He’s stroking himself idly, watching as she’s suspended between them, hanging over me, those glorious tits of hers swinging with each thrust.

“That’s right,” I murmur, laying back and enjoying the show, cock still hard and throbbing. “Fuck my cum back into our girl. Get it so fucking deep in her. Fuck my baby into her.” Hale snarls at me, but he doesn’t stop, hips flexing, fingers biting. Haven’s sobbing above me, tears streaming down her face, but I know it’s from pleasure, from being fucked so good, she can’t stand it.

“Please,” she mutters. “Please, please, please.”

“I’ve got you, baby,” Hale grunts. “Gonna make you come on my cock.”

Creed slides his hand into her hair and urges her mouth to his cock. “Open,” he demands, and she does, swallowing him down beautifully. “Wanna come in your pussy, baby girl, but I don’t think I can last. So swallow me down like I know you can, drink down every drop I give you.”

Haven moans and I swear his eyes roll into the back of his head as the vibrations run through his cock.

With every thrust of Hale’s hips, Haven moves over Creed’s cock. I reach up and curl my hand around her throat, feeling him stroking inside her. The fingers of my free hand grips my cock, stroking in time with it. It doesn’t take much for me to imagine it’s my cock in her throat or her pussy. It doesn’t take much for me to be on the edge again, ready to fucking spray my cum all over my pretty little omega.

“That’s the prettiest fucking sight I’ve ever seen,” Jude murmurs, and I turn my head to find him sitting on the coffee table, cock in one hand, phone in the other as he gets some up close video footage of Haven taking two cocks at once.

I growl at him, but he ignores me, his focus entirely on our girl. “You gonna come like this, Haven? Like a little whore taking two cocks and covered in Tic’s cum? Yeah, you are, aren’t you? Such an eager fucking slut.”

She moans around Creed’s cock and a moment later, a gush of slick pours out of her, spilling over my fingers on my cock, hot and wet. Hale curses, and his hips stop moving as he groans her name, head tilted back, muscles tense and flexing.

I spill again, hot white ropes splatter against my abs, so fucking much of it I’m honestly a little surprised.

Creed’s jaw flexes, and then he’s yanking Haven away from Hale. She wraps her legs around his hips as he shoves his dick in her, making a wordless sound of pleasure as he comes, filling her to where our combined release drips out.

Guess he could wait to come in her pussy after all.

Haven sags against him, muscles limp, arms and legs dangling. Her forehead presses against his shoulder as he strokes a gentle hand up and down her back. I sit up and grab a blanket to wipe up the mess on my stomach as Hale climbs off the couch and retreats to the kitchen.

Creed murmurs something I can’t make out, and the entire time, Jude watches it all, like the cat that got the cream. Don’t know what the fuck he’s so happy about. He didn’t even get inside our girl. He hasn’t come yet. And Haven looks wrung out. I doubt she’ll be up for more.

Hale comes back with a glass of water. He strokes a hand down the back of Haven’s head. She lifts her face away from Creed and I watch as our prime carefully holds the glass to her lips, giving her sips of water until it’s empty.

“Good girl,” he murmurs, brushing his thumb over her bottom lip.

She straightens and preens a little under the praise, but a moment later, a yawn splits her lips.

Jude, naked as the day he was born, slaps his hands on his thighs and pushes to his feet. “And that’s my cue.” Before any of us can so much as blink, he has Haven in his arms, wrapped around his body. “Gonna take you to bed, button. Fuck you nice and slow and deep, give you my knot and then you can sleep with me locked inside you. Sound good?”

Our girl shivers in his arms, making this sexy mewling noise that tells me she loves that idea.

They disappear up the stairs, the three of us staring after them. “What the fuck just happened?” Creed asks.

I chuckle and shake my head, remembering the way he whispered to Haven, the way she giggled. “We got played. Asshole was probably planning that from the beginning.”

He waited, he watched. He let the rest of us fuck Haven and come inside her, and now he gets to knot her. But more than that, he’ll probably spend most of the night with his cock inside her.

Motherfucker.