Chapter 12

My face is buried in a pretty, pink delicious pussy right now as Everest fucks my tight ass.

“Does our pretty Lemon Drop taste as amazing as she smells?” my alpha groans as his fingers tighten on my hips. My skin is going to be littered with bites and hand and fingerprints, and I welcome it.

It makes me feel cherished and adored, especially during my heat. I fucked up and it came faster than I thought it would. I usually have a few more days, and now we’re hours into my heat, and all I want is more.

More knots, more cum, more lemon and blueberry on my tongue.

Glancing up at the beautiful omega who is pulling on my hair as she grinds her pussy on my tongue, I’m hit with awe even as another cramp hits me making me gasp.

“We’ve got you,” Wren says, chest heaving. “God, you’re going to kill me with your tongue.”

“Would you rather my cock?” I ask, voice muffled. Everest barks out a laugh as he nips my shoulder, his cock destroying my ass. Thank God for slick as natural lube. I was made for this.

“I wouldn’t say no,” the little omega whimpers. I’ll need to talk to her after all of this, but I can’t think right now. Wren greedily tugs on my hair, making me smirk.

She’s not just doing this because of my heat, she wants me too.

Dragging my tongue up her slit, I know that soon I’m going to need more than one knot in my ass. All my alphas will need to fuck me as my heat gets worse. I want to hold onto myself for as long as possible, but my grip on my sanity is tenuous at best.

God, she tastes delicious.

“Stay with me,” I beg. I didn’t mean to say that. Shit.

Pushing three fingers into her sopping wet pussy, I groan as she clamps down. Wren was made to take a knot, but I know she’s not ready for that.

“Flynn,” she whimpers. The scent of our alpha’s arousal is strong in the nest, and Ambrose is sucking Shaw’s cock to help him take off the edge a bit. Their cum is all mine, though. “More.”

Her words surprise me, but I pull out my fingers to fist my hand and let her feel it at her entrance.

“Are you craving a knot, Little One?” I ask, shuddering as Everest grunts and his knot is pushing against my puckered asshole. “Fuck. God, I don’t know if I can tease you with my fist, Wren. I fucking need a knot.”

Shivering at my words, Wren bites her lip. “I don’t know what I want, but I want to watch you take a knot, Flynn. Show me how well you stretch for Everest.”

My alpha’s eyes roll back at her words, and I squeal as he pulls out of me and flips me onto my back. My head is cushioned between Wren’s thighs, and Everest pushes my thighs up so she can watch as he moves his cock into position at my hole.

“Alpha, please,” I gasp. My hands wrap around Wren’s soft thighs, squeezing as he watches the crown of his shaft disappear inside of me. “Argh, yes. Knot, please, knot!”

“Patience, Flynn,” Wren murmurs. My cock bobs against my stomach and Ambrose pulls off Shaw’s cock and crawls toward me, a predatory glint in his eyes.

Wren’s cream is still all over me, mixing with mine.

“We’ll take care of you,” Amb murmurs. His mouth opens to suck on my weeping tip, making my hips jerk up as I cry out. My alphas groan, and Shaw rounds to the other side sucking on my lower shaft and nuts.

Wren’s pupils are blown with arousal and a slight fear as she’s surrounded by our alphas. She doesn’t realize their tongues are swiping and sucking for every drop of slick she left behind on my cock.

“God Wren, you taste so good on his cock,” Shaw grunts, not at all bothered as Everest fucks me.

My gasps and moans meld with my alphas’ and they pleasure me, doing their best to ride my heat with me before I demand that they all fuck me. This is the beginning haze, it’ll be even worse in a couple of hours.

Wren watches as Shaw moves to kiss me, and I groan as I taste myself and my omega on his tongue. If it was possible for me to claim her, I would in a second. It’s so rare that a second omega joins an already formed pack, I don’t know what the rules are for it.

Hmm. Maybe I’ll try.

My tongue tangles with Shaw’s as our teeth clash together. Wren makes a noise that makes us look up at her, and my eyes close as Everest’s knot ghosts along my asshole.

“Everest, give it to me,” I whine. My whine becomes a surprised cry as he begins to force his knot into my ass. “Oh fuck, yes!”

My eyes widen as I stare up at Wren, her gaze locked on mine as she watches me.

“Does it feel good?” she whispers. My heart is pounding between how vulnerable she’s being, the orgasm building, and my struggle to find the words.

I don’t want to fuck this up.

“I feel so full,” I whisper. “God, it’s amazing. I want more. Darling, our bodies are meant to take their knots, to crave it. I want more.”

Wren’s hazel eyes flick up to Everest, and I notice my gorgeous blue-eyed alpha is struggling to hold back as his knot is pulled into my ass. It’s as if I’m sucking him in, but his knot is fucking huge and filled with cum.

Mine. I want it.

“Will it hurt him?” Wren asks in a small voice as she stares at Everest.

“Maybe a little, honey, but he needs it,” Everest says with gritted teeth. “I’m holding back a little so he can pull me in with his greedy little hole. God, he’s such a perfect little cum slut right now.”

Wren shivers behind me, and I turn my head and kiss her stomach. Leaning down, she pushes my head gently so she can kiss me before she says, “Don’t hold back, Alpha. Be what he needs.”

Wren’s lips are firm and soft as Everest rocks his hips, working his knot inside of me. He pushes my legs higher to change the angle, and I’m at his mercy as he drives his knot even deeper. My scream is devoured by Wren as she kisses me, and I moan as the wave of sensations wrack my body.

Ambrose drives my cock down his throat as he sucks me off, and I can feel my balls starting to draw up as I feel Shaw pushing his fingers into my ass alongside Everest’s knot.

“Oh fuck,” I squeal as I hold tightly onto Wren. Her sweet scent grounds me even with the overload of my alphas destroying me.

“Such a good boy,” Shaw growls with a mischievous grin. He loses some of the seriousness during my heat, and reminds me of when we first met. As our alpha, he stepped into the leadership role to keep us safe, so he’s overly gruff with people.

He only softens with me, and now with Wren. I can’t wait for her to realize this.

“Shaw is getting you ready to take both our knots. Fuck, I love filling you up to bursting, baby,” Everest groans. The tendons in his neck are tight as he thrusts and then he gasps as the last of his knot pops into my ass. “You really are such a good little omega.”

Shuddering, I let myself get lost as Ambrose swallows hard around the base of my cock, the scent of lemon and blueberries following me as my heat spikes.

“More,” I whine as my stomach cramps. “I need your cum.”

Fingers get removed from my ass, and I get Shaw’s pierced, thick cock. My soul settles as I start to come, because I know this is just the beginning. My pack is here.

They’ll take care of me.

Dropping to the mattress as Flynn falls into an exhausted sleep for the first time in sixteen hours, I struggle to catch my breath. Wren is dozing against the pillows with our omega wrapped around her, making me smile.

We tried to let her go several times, but Flynn cried out for her, and Wren couldn’t leave.

“This is not not how I saw this heat going,” Shaw rumbles as he collapses onto the mattress next to me. It’s the biggest bed we could have commissioned to fit us all.

“This one was different,” I murmur. “He is slowly getting worse, but he craves knots and Wren.”

“It makes sense, though,” Amb says, slowly getting out of bed. “She’s made an impact on us all. Her reaction to all of us is interesting. And God, watching her come is a fucking privilege.”

“She’s perfect,” I sigh. “What are the chances they bond? Is that possible?”

“I don’t think I’ve ever heard of it happening,” Shaw says, lids heavy. Laying his head on my stomach, he makes my lips twitch in amusement as he snuggles.

My fingers play in his short, dark hair as I yawn.

“I don’t think what they have needs anything formal,” Amb grunts. “I’m going to catch a shower while he sleeps and see if I can tempt him with a strawberry shake.”

“We have pixie sticks if that fails,” I snort softly. His answering eye roll is perfection as he lumbers off to wash the smell of hours of sex and sweat from his body.

Shaw snores softly, and I glance down to see he’s asleep already.

“God, I love heats,” I murmur, smiling. It’s messy, hot, and always an enjoyable experience.

Usually.

My smile falls off my face as I think about how messed up Wren’s heat was. I don’t want her to fear us, but even then we need to work to get her to forgive us.

“You’re thinking really loudly, Everest,” Wren says sleepily, blinking to wake up.

“Sorry,” I grunt, glancing over at her. “Thanks for staying with him. He can’t be reasoned with in a heat. So Flynn gets what he wants.”

“As it should be,” she says, smiling. “We were just hanging out and I was helping him with his nest one moment, and the next he was kissing me.”

“Was any of it too much?” I ask, frowning. “Flynn would have stopped if you told him to.”

“It wasn’t like that,” she murmurs. “It just felt nice to kiss him. I enjoyed it, and then I got swept along. Sex has always been really painful and manipulative, but with Flynn it was sweet and fun.”

“We aren’t always so intense,” I tell her. “A heat is all about making sure our omega is getting what he or she needs. Flynn’s heats tend to build like a fire that’s fed, but every omega is different.”

Her brow furrows as she thinks about that, nodding. “Flynn wanted to give me the experience of a knot without it hurting before he got distracted,” Wren says. She looks intrigued by it before she shrugs. “I was enjoying myself so much, I was going to let him try.”

“You’d rather have his fist than one of us?” I ask her. I have no business feeling hurt. I led the bandwagon to kick her out, but a part of me is sad an alpha did his damndest to break her.

“Alphas have strings, feelings, barks,” Wren says as she plays with Flynn’s hair. “He just wants to give me what my body insists that I need. There are a lot of days where I hate being an omega.”

“I love that you’re one,” I admit. “Wren, you’re exactly who you’re supposed to be. Every day, you get stronger, more sure of yourself. I think the best part was when you told Amb not to fuck things up.”

Flushing, she chuckles lightly. Wren has Flynn sprawled over her body, and she’s laying against a mountain of pillows. Her nipples are a deep pink, her breasts perfect handfuls. Forcing myself to breathe as my appreciation fills the air, I keep my eyes on her face, so my gaze won’t continue to move its way down where I know I’ll see her beautiful, slick pussy.

“I was worried about Flynn,” Wren says absently. “I know you wouldn’t leave him alone during his heat, it just felt risky to leave when he was so close.”

“It was,” I admit. “Usually he would have had another three days before his heat hit. I don’t know why this happened.”

“Is it my fault?” she asks hesitantly.

“No,” I grunt. Is it possible that she set off his heat earlier? Maybe. I don’t want her to feel responsible. “You helped him until we made it back.”

“How much worse does it get for him?” Wren asks.

“When he wakes up, he’s going to want the three of us to knot him,” I tell her. “Flynn has waves where he won’t know what’s going on, outside of begging for knots and our cum. It gets messy.”

“How… I don’t think I understand,” she says, her face scrunched up adorably. Fuck, our omega is cute.

“Flynn likes for us to come on his face,” Amb says, walking into the nest. There’s an attached bathroom, and he’s slowly toweling off. Wren’s mouth drops as she takes in his loose, wet hair and his six pack of abs.

Yeah, he’s fucking gorgeous.

“Don’t catch flies there, Lemon Drop,” I tease her. Her mouth shuts closed with a click as she teasingly glares at me. “So damn cute.”

Wren rolls her eyes at me even though I didn’t mean for that to slip out. I can feel the exhaustion starting to pull at me, yawning.

“Flynn likes to be drenched in cum,” Shaw mumbles as he snuggles closer to me. “You may as well know what you’re in for, Sweetness. With this many dicks, you may get some on you.”

“I’m not scared of your cum,” she snaps, looking down at Flynn as if deciding if she wants to escape his cuddles. “I’m handling being sandwiched between you all just fine.”

“You sure are, Lemon Drop,” I soothe, though my shit-eating grin isn’t endearing me to her at all. “Do you want to take a break? Maybe shower? He may not notice when he wakes up that you’re gone because he’ll be desperate for knots.”

“And apparently cum,” she says, smirking. “I don’t know what all of this is like, but it was nice to see.”

Wren gives Flynn a kiss on his temple before she wiggles out from underneath him. Moaning, he wraps his body around one of his larger pillows and goes back to sleep. Giggling, Wren picks up a shirt from the ground. Remembering we still have weapons in our clothes, I lift my head in protest, but thankfully nothing falls as she throws it over her body and leaves.

“How about you put the guns and knives away, Amb, hmm?” I ask, sighing as I drop my head back on the pillow.

Looking down, he winces. “I’ll put everything in the safe, and clean up a bit,” he grunts, throwing a towel and dirty blanket over it all for easy transport before he leaves.

“Never a dull moment over here,” Shaw murmurs. “You should sleep before he wakes back up.”

Nodding, I let my heavy lids close, hoping things get easier with our pretty little omega.

“God, I’m starving,” I say as I walk out of my room, fresh out of the shower. Flynn’s heat lasted for three full days, and on the last day he regained enough of his senses to realize Wren wasn’t with us and begged us to bring her back.

Our omega graciously came back into the nest, and Flynn railed her from behind in thanks. Fuck, they’re gorgeous together. We were all careful not to touch her, though I couldn’t help but notice the way her eyes would linger on our bodies.

Any time she wants to do more than look, I’m game.

Flynn looks sleepy as he curls up on the couch when I walk in, making me smile as I step down into the living area. This reminds me of his nest in a lot of ways, which is why he loves it so much.

“Should we have a movie night and junk food?” I ask him. He hasn’t had much to eat, and he hasn’t slept much.

I can’t force him to do shit without using my alpha command, and I won’t do that unless there’s a very good reason to, especially since Wren hates it so much.

I’m in low slung joggers and a hooded T-shirt, and none of us are planning to work for at least a few more days to recover. I figure if Flynn snuggles with all of us, eats, and watches a movie, he’ll fall asleep. I still get my way.

Everyone wins.

“Mmm. Yes, please,” Flynn murmurs with a sleepy smile.

“What kind of movie, and what’s your drug of choice?” I tease him, meaning his food.

“Definitely pizza. Cheesy, yummy, goodness. God, I’m so hungry,” he whimpers.

Shaking my head because he’s adorable, I nod. “I’ll go pick some up, baby boy. Any other cravings?” I ask.

“MM’S in my popcorn, please. I’m pretty sure we’re out of both,” Flynn mentions.

“Can’t have that,” I tease him. “I’ll be back. Argue amongst yourselves for the movie we’re watching.”

Ambrose and Everest walk into the living room with Wren, who smiles at Flynn.

“I have the best spot on the couch,” he says with a smirk. “Come share it with me, Darling.”

Wren runs to him, jumping onto the couch as we watch in awe.

“Flynn has so much game,” Everest mutters. “Holy shit.”

“It’s the red hair, he’s so damn cute,” Ambrose grunts. He walks over and sits on the floor, laying his head in Flynn’s lap. It’s one of the best places to sit, because our omega gives the best head scratches.

Flynn’s fingers sink into Ambrose’s hair, making me smirk. Everest merely grins and takes another side of the U-shaped couch.

“What would you like on your pizza, Wren?” I ask. Last time, we were dicks, using the meal to hurry her out. I’m hoping to make new memories surrounding the Italian food.

“Outside of the cheese pizza, it’s been ten years since I’ve had it,” she says. “I remember I liked pepperoni, though.”

The innocent way she drops truth bombs as if this is normal, makes me need to blank my expressions as I nod. My fingers tighten into a fist behind my thigh as I squeeze them tightly together, struggling to continue to breathe normally.

I fucking hate that this is our world. Parents sell their children for money, and no one blinks when that child disappears. Everest shifts in his seat, sending me waves of comfort.

Shit, my anger is showing through the bond.

“Want to see if you still like it, Sweetness?” I ask her, keeping my voice even.

She’s in the deep corner of the couch, her head on Flynn’s shoulder as they lay together. Glancing over at me, she frowns at something she sees. She’s so observant, I realize something is giving away my anger.

Opening my hand, I shift my weight, smiling at her. My emotions aren’t something she needs to worry about right now, not when she may misunderstand them.

“That sounds good,” she says slowly. “Are you okay?”

“Absolutely,” I tell her. At Wren’s insistent glare, I blow out a breath. “I’m having a very murderous moment, Sweetness. The drive will help a little since I can’t kill people right now.”

“Why are you murdery?” Wren asks, making me chuckle. The way she said that was adorable.

“Every time you mention something you weren’t allowed to do, or you try to remember something you haven’t done in a long time, I’m reminded of why and want to kill people,” I tell her.

Wren’s lips twist as she thinks about that, making me take a step forward.

“For the record, I don’t want you to stop telling us things,” I rumble. “I just may react a little toward it and imagine all the ways I can kill anyone who has ever hurt you.”

I wait, expecting her to ask me why I care. This is what she’s asked me in the past, and it rips my damn heart to shreds.

“Thank you for explaining it to me,” she murmurs. “It’s nice that I’m not the one who sometimes imagines gutting Trey. I just don’t think I have it in me.”

“You’d be surprised what people are capable of, Sweetness. I’m going to go order and pick up our food before someone’s stomach starts to complain,” I say, taking a step back.

I’m not really dressed the way I usually would when I leave the house, but I’m just going up the road for some pizza and the grocery store for snacks. Knowing the guys, they’ll all want their favorites. We’ve pretty much devoured anything sweet in the house during the last few days.

As I turn, I pull out my phone, unlocking it as I walk up the stairs and out of the room. Working quickly, I put in our food order on the restaurant’s app, picking up my keys at the front entrance of the house.

As predicted, the weather is bright and sunny now, even as the sun is getting closer to setting. Opening the front door, I step out, locking it behind me. The guys are with our omegas, so I don’t feel the need to arm the alarm. Everest said he was going to teach Wren the code so she knows it.

It’s just another way we’re screwing things up. I don’t know what the right thing to say or do is. Wren showed me just now that she is sensitive to our moods, so I guess the best policy is honesty.

My phone buzzes as I walk to my vehicle, and I glance down to see who it is. Fuck.

Jas:Time is running out, Shaw. I want to see my sister. I’m losing patience.

Hittinghis number to call him, I unlock my SUV, opening the door.

“I didn’t expect you to call me,” Jasper says. I can hear the sound of people fighting in the background, making me wonder if he’s training people.

I don’t know everything that he does in Chicago, but I do know that he trains some of the best underground fighters in the country. Jas fought his way out of his neighborhood, and then his boss gave him a job. He fought in the rings for a few years, until he hurt his shoulder.

Now he trains others, and he’s damn good at it.

“I’m about to start driving, so it’s either this or not answer,” I grunt, climbing into the vehicle. “What’s up?”

“I want to see my sister,” he replies. “Has she talked about me anymore?”

“No, but we haven’t really had a chance to talk,” I explain, starting the car and putting it into drive. “Flynn had his heat, and things got a little crazy.”

Jasper is quiet for a moment, and I realize what I said and how it could be taken. Ugh, I shouldn’t be allowed to people right now.

“I—”

Jas cuts me off before I can continue. “Is she bonded to you or did you ignore her during it? Fuck, I’m not even sure how I want you to answer that,” he groans.

Our situation is confusing, and I don’t even know how to respond. I didn’t fuck your sister, but I didn’t ignore either? Her pussy tastes delicious, though I didn’t get to taste it from the source?

Why did I call him again?

“It’s kind of complicated,” I say instead. “Flynn wanted Wren in his nest during his heat, and your sister has major trust issues concerning alphas. Do I want to make your sister pack? Yeah, I really do. I can’t until she learns to trust me. So, instead, we’re courting her. I’m on my way to get pizza for everyone and we’re going to watch movies together. Tomorrow, we’re planning to take her out on a date.”

“Oh,” Jasper grunts. “I wasn’t expecting that for some reason. We’re made men, we don’t usually do flowers and courting, Shaw.”

“We did with Flynn,” I tell him. “Being a made man doesn’t mean I can’t court your sister. I’m just a little rusty at it. We’re also at a disadvantage in that I don’t know what she likes to do. Ten years of being closeted away from the world is a long time.”

“Yeah. It is,” Jas mutters. “I need to see her. The boss is giving me a few days to come out to you.”

“I can’t be sure she’ll want to see you,” I say gently. The gate slowly opens toward me at the end of the long driveway, and I drive through as soon as it’s completely open. Hurray for automatic sensors on my SUV. “I’ll bring it up to her tomorrow, and see how she feels about it. Wren has nightmares, Jas. She hasn’t had one in the last few days, but I think her memories are rattling in her mind.”

“You aren’t a mental health professional, Shaw. You can’t know that’s what’s happening,” Jasper mutters, though his tone is irritable.

“I also can’t say I’m not correct,” I remind him. “Look, let’s play this by ear, though I refuse to throw this at her without preparing her. I’ll discuss what you want with Wren tomorrow.”

“I don’t like the name she calls herself,” he sighs.

“Wren’ is what Trey called her,” I say. “She doesn’t really remember being Harley, or she’s blocked a lot of it. I’m not really sure. The things she has told me makes me believe that her alpha hurt her to correct behaviors he didn’t like.”

“Harley isn’t a fucking dog,” Jasper growls. Well, we’re on the same page there at least.

“No, she’s not. He was manipulative with her, and his punishments never fit whatever crime he thought she committed,” I explain. “Wren hasn’t told me much, but in her dreams, Ambrose says she screams that she’ll be a good girl. Let’s just say I want to drag out his murder.”

“I haven’t found anything on this guy,” Jasper complains. “There’s no real paper trail, which means it’s been manufactured for his needs. I’m going to an auction at Jefferson Auction House when I’m headed to you. I want to poke around and speak to the owner. Ophelia is her name I believe.”

“She’s a tough bitch,” I murmur. “Let me know what you find out?”

“Now that I know you’re not trying to keep my sister from me? Yeah, I’ll keep you in the loop,” Jasper agrees. “I remember my sister was one of the most stubborn girls I’ve ever known. You’re going to double down on patience, because the girl I knew also held onto her grudges.”

Perfect, just what I need.

“Thanks for the heads up,” I say wryly as I pull into the grocery store parking lot. The pizza restaurant is in the same plaza, but it’s not ready yet. “Keep me up to speed on things, and I’ll do the same.”

“I will,” Jasper promises before he hangs up.

I’m deep in my head as I go grocery shopping, though I pay attention to my surroundings. I want to get home in one piece, and bullet holes are a bitch on movie nights.

An hour later, I have snacks and our pizza, and I know I’ll have to talk to Wren tomorrow about her brother. Texting the guys as I pull through the gate for help, I make a list of things for our date too. As I said to Jasper, I’m a little rusty in the romance department, but I can brush up a bit on my game.

Everest meets me as I pull outside of the house, and I turn off the vehicle and open the door, handing him bags.

“Damn, babe,” he chuckles. “We are running a little low on things, this will tide us over before we do a full grocery shopping run.”

“We should take Wren and Flynn with us to make sure we get what they want. Usually, he just makes a list, but it’s dumb to leave him behind if we’re taking Wren with us,” I ramble as I grab the pizzas and slide out of the SUV.

“Breathe,” he teases me as he shuts the door for me. “I think that’s a good idea.”

“So what movies did we decide to watch?” I ask as we cross the yard to the front door.

“Wren doesn’t like horror movies,” Everest divulges. I can understand why. “She said she wants a rom com and an action movie, so we decided on Love, Actually and Fast and the Furious.”

“Flynn will be asleep by the second movie,” I say with a grin as we step inside.

Situating everyone takes some time, but listening to Wren’s moan of pleasure as she takes a bite of her pepperoni pizza makes it worth it. Taking a breath that I cover with my own bite of food, I remind myself that she’s adjusting. We need to do the work to help her heal, and along the way, we’ll have to show her that we’re the alphas who will adore and love her.

It may be early yet, but biology has a way of making things move fast. Ready or not, little Wren, we’re going to show you we’re worth the risk.