16. Chapter 16

Chapter sixteen

Gabriel

G abriel was awakened from a light doze by a pitiful whine. He sat upright immediately, the sound tugging on his instincts. It meant he needed to take care of his omega.

His temporary pretend omega, that was.

Gabriel liked thinking of it that way. It was temporary pretending, because Genesis would really be his omega soon. He was sure of it.

The thought filled him with fierce pride and gratitude. He couldn’t believe the universe deemed him worthy to feel something so purely joyful twice in his life. He’d believed he was finding his way back to himself, and that healing felt like enough. It was enough to finally be okay. But this? Pack Rossi’s connection with Genesis was beyond anything Gabriel had imagined for himself. This unexpected chance at happiness was worth all the pain and heartache he’d endured.

Genesis whimpered again and Gabriel reached for her, turning on the bedside lamp with his other hand. In the soft light, he could see that her pretty face was twisted with discomfort, and she was clutching her stomach. Gabriel’s heart ached in response. It hurt him to see her in pain.

“Shh, come here, Carino,” he murmured, pulling her into his arms. “We knew this was coming and we’re prepared for it. Don’t worry, sweetheart. We’re going to take care of you.”

Gabriel purred, rubbing her back, her arms, her hair. She calmed a little, turning her face into his chest and pressing closer breathing deeply. Gabriel grabbed his phone and sent a quick text to tell his packmates to get their asses to the cottage, then turned his undivided attention back to his omega.

Genesis looked up at him with glassy, unfocused eyes. Her skin was flushed and feverish, and her perfume was thick in the air. She was almost lost to her heat. Gabriel knew it wouldn’t be long until she would want nothing but cock and cum.

“This hurts like hell,” she panted through gritted teeth. “It wasn’t like this on suppressants.”

“I know,” Gabriel murmured reassuringly. “We’re going to make the pain stop. It’s going to feel good soon, I promise. Lay back, baby.”

Genesis did as he commanded, leaning back against the pillows and regarding him with wide, trusting eyes. Gabriel scooted down the bed, spreading her legs and positioning himself between them. He loved eating her pussy. Her jasmine, orange, and honey scent was mirrored in her taste—sweet with just a bit of tartness beneath. He loved feeling her thick thighs wrapped around his head, loved the way she soaked his face and moaned his name in her husky voice.

He buried his face in her cunt, finding it already dripping, and inhaled deeply. Now that her heat had begun, her scent was so much more intense. The potency of it made his head swim and his cock swell. Gabriel’s mouth watered, anticipating how good she would taste.

“Please, Gabriel,” Genesis whined.

He didn’t keep her waiting, lapping slick from her folds in long, firm strokes. She bucked against his mouth, burying her hands in his hair. Gabriel growled when she tugged it hard enough to hurt. He licked his way down her slit, then plunged his tongue into her pussy, loving the warm, tight feel of it.

He heard the cottage door open and close as he suckled Genesis’s clit. Her hoarse scream of pleasure greeted whichever of his packmates had entered. From the casual, deliberate steps, Gabriel knew it had to be Lando.

Gabriel worked two fingers into her slippery warmth. She moaned, clenching around his fingers and drenching his hand. They were definitely going to put the brand-new slick-wicking bedding to the test. Of course, Orlando had bought more in anticipation of her heat. He’d also purchased an obscene number of pillows and other soft bits for her to choose from when her nesting instinct kicked in.

Genesis had insisted his purchases weren’t necessary. During the mild breakthrough heats she’d had more and more often as her suppressants grew less effective, she’d simply cocooned herself in bed, taking sleeping pills and painkillers with her omega vitamin water. During her brief hours of wakefulness, her cramps had been manageable with the pain meds and her collection of sex toys.

“Once, in my early twenties, I let a hot, dumb frat boy beta talk me into letting him and a friend tend me during my heat. Even with toys and strap-on knots, it didn’t go well at all. They couldn’t keep up,” Genesis had told them, grimacing at the memory. “They stuck around the whole time, sleeping way more than me and eating everything in my damn fridge. Their laziness made them decent cuddlers, but even then, I never felt much of an urge to nest.”

Gabriel had tried not to imagine ripping the beta frat boys’ throats out for putting Genesis through so much pain and discomfort just so they could live out their childish, fetishy fantasies. There were plenty of toxic and/or immature beta guys that liked the idea of insatiable sex-crazed omegas and week-long fuck fests, but they couldn’t handle the real thing. Betas simply couldn’t comprehend the responsibility that came with tending an omega through her heat.

Which was one reason Lando had gone overboard with the shopping. He and Gabriel had come to the unspoken agreement that Genesis would have every comfort for her first experience being tended by alphas. They’d decided that she’d be most comfortable in her own room in the cottage, but it was going to be a tight fit for Pack Rossi in the loft’s king bed. They’d mostly taken turns tending their temporary omegas in the past, but Gabriel knew he had no intention of leaving Genesis’s side until her heat passed. He was pretty sure Lando felt the same.

When she was theirs, she’d have a pack-sized nest in the massive, unused bedroom Gabriel had designed for a situation he didn’t think they’d ever actually be in. When he’d sketched out the light, airy space with its double king bed, huge closets, and luxurious ensuite bathroom, he’d told himself it was for resale value, or for whoever Luke passed the property to, but now he knew better. It was for Genesis.

Lando strolled into the loft, taking in the situation quickly with his cool, keen gaze. His nostrils flared, catching her perfume, and Gabriel felt a surge of excitement, need, protectiveness, and concern spike through the pack bond. Lando maintained his composure, however, keeping his distance from their omega until he was sure everything was properly prepared.

He nodded approvingly at them, then began setting up the rest of the space while Gabriel licked and finger-fucked Genesis through a couple of orgasms. Lando closed the loft’s bamboo sliders, cutting it off from the rest of the cottage and giving it a safe, more contained feel, then went downstairs to stock the refrigerator with the supplies he’d brought from the main house. Marco had put together an assortment of easy, quick meals for Pack Rossi, and Andrea had ordered plenty of top-of-the-line omega nutrient water for Genesis.

When Lando returned, his arms were full of bedding. He was on his third load when Genesis finally noticed him. She’d come down from her second orgasm, and her eyes were a bit clearer for the moment. She rolled onto her side, and Gabriel tucked himself behind her, knowing the skin-to-skin contact would be comforting for her. Or maybe he just couldn’t get enough of touching her.

“I guess it doesn’t matter if I say you bought way too much,” Genesis said with that familiar snark in her voice.

Lando smiled, crossed to the bed, and bent to kiss her. “It doesn’t matter in the slightest. We’re courting you, which means you get the best, and we get the satisfaction of giving it to you.”

“What if I don’t use it?” Genesis bit her lip anxiously.

“Then you don’t use it,” Orlando replied with a shrug. “We save it or donate it or set it on fire. We can certainly afford it, and our feelings won’t be hurt if you don’t feel like nesting. It’ll happen when the time is right. And when it comes to your comfort, I’d rather be safe than sorry. We just want to make sure you have everything you might need. I like to be thorough.”

“That’s an understatement,” Gabriel whispered to Genesis, loud enough for Lando to hear. Genesis giggled. “He once made an intricate spreadsheet just to decide which brand of tissue to stock the house with. Prices, reviews, softness versus durability formulas, the whole nine yards.”

“It’s very good tissue,” Lando replied mildly. He began peeling off his clothes, and Gabriel felt Genesis’s breath hitch.

The aroma of jasmine and honeyed oranges filled the room, making Gabriel’s cock twitch. Gabriel liked how she responded to them, some primal urge stroked by her finding his pack appealing. He pressed a kiss to the nape of her neck. She arched her back, pushing her ass against his cock invitingly.

The cottage door opened and closed again—much harder than when Lando had entered—and soon heavy footsteps sounded on the stairs. Luke was bitching before he even reached the loft. Gabriel sighed, kissing Genesis’s neck again and making her shiver just because he could.

“We’re having Duchess and waffles for breakfast tomorrow. That feathered menace got into the vegetable garden again and ate twice her weight in spinach, not to mention scratched the goddamn carrots all to hell. I hope her stomach explodes.”

Luke stomped into the room just as Lando slid into bed on Genesis’s other side. He came to an abrupt halt, cutting himself off mid-sentence, and taking in the scene before him with obvious surprise. His nostrils flared, his blue eyes darkening when he caught the omega’s scent.

Gabriel laughed. He really was fond of that stupid chicken, and he knew Luke was too. “She’ll probably have diarrhea all over the coop again, just to give you something else to clean up.”

“Her heat started.” Luke stated the obvious without moving past the threshold.

“Yeah, genius, I sent you a text,” Gabriel replied, hoping his packmate wasn’t about to be an idiot.

“I left my phone in the house.” Luke frowned, crossing his arms and backing away. So, he was going to be an idiot. Gabriel should’ve expected it. He really did choose jackassery every time. “It looks like you two have the first shift covered. Text me when you need a break.”

Without waiting for an answer, Luke retreated down the stairs. A moment later, the cottage door slammed. Gabriel sighed loudly, blowing a lock of hair off his forehead in exasperation.

“He doesn’t want me,” Genesis said in a small voice Gabriel had never heard her use before.

“Shh,” he murmured soothingly, even though that sad little voice broke his heart. “He’ll be back. And we’re going to take good care of you in the meantime. Don’t worry, Carino. We’re here.”

Genesis had to know that Luke did want her. Even though he was being characteristically contrary, he was as insatiable for this omega as the rest of them. Gabriel was sure that during normal circumstances, Genesis knew how Luke truly felt and why he was fighting those feelings so hard. It was mostly her heat hormones talking. Her instincts didn’t understand complexity, they just knew that an alpha had scented her perfume and left her. It would feel like a rejection.

“You smell divine, Tesoro,” Lando purred, pressing himself closer to Genesis. With her sandwiched between them, she had to feel the effect she was having, how much they wanted her. “Everyone wants you. But they can’t have you. You’re ours.”

Genesis whined, her scent rising. Lando kissed her, and Gabriel nipped at her neck, licking and sucking their temporary mark. Genesis shuddered, gushing so much slick that Gabriel could feel it dripping down his thighs. His cock, already rigid, grew harder still. He pressed it against her ample ass, and she squirmed against him, moaning, already lost to need again.

“It hurts,” Genesis whined, and Gabriel wasn’t sure if she meant Luke’s rejection or the heat cramps. Either way, he was going to soothe her.

“Let us make it better,” Lando purred. He lifted Genesis’s leg, draping it across his hip to give himself better access to her juicy cunt. “Your alphas have what you need, sweetheart.”

She moaned and her scent grew impossibly thicker. Lando lined himself up with her entrance, plunging in without further preamble. Genesis cried out and Gabriel’s dick throbbed. He was desperate to be inside her immediately, even though he knew he’d have plenty of opportunities during her heat.

Lando found his rhythm and the moist sounds of Genesis’s pussy made Gabriel growl against the back of her neck. She moaned, angling her head toward him. He lifted himself up on one elbow so that he could claim her mouth, enjoying the way she immediately opened to him.

“More,” she gasped when he pulled away. “Gabriel, please, I need you. Please, alpha.”

Her begging sent all of his remaining blood to his cock. Even on mild rut suppressants to dampen his urge to claim, his instincts wanted nothing more than to take his omega in every possible way. He wanted her full of their cum, covered in it, marked so thoroughly with their seed that she would never again doubt how much they wanted her, and neither would anyone else. Gabriel wanted to make it abundantly clear that this omega was theirs .

“Gabe, take her ass,” Lando commanded, his steady thrusts never faltering. “She needs it.”

Genesis whined in agreement, and that was all the encouragement he needed. He ran his hand down the curve of her ass, gathering slick as he worked it between her cheeks. He found her tight puckered hole and began to knead it with two fingers, working the muscles gently, urging them to relax. Genesis panted, rocking her hips forward to meet Lando’s thrusts and then back to seek out Gabriel’s fingers.

Carefully, he worked one slick-soaked digit inside that tight little ring of muscle, massaging and stretching it, and coaxing another long moan from the omega. A second finger made her tremble and buck. When he worked in a third, Genesis came, drenching them all.

Gabriel couldn’t wait any longer. He pressed the tip of his cock into her asshole, gasping at the tight heat of it. Lando pulled back, giving him room to sink deeper. Slowly, Gabriel eased forward, groaning at the way she clenched around him, her needy little pants driving him on. When he was fully seated, balls slapping against her ass, she released a mewling moan that was all omega. Gabriel lost any coherent thought.

After that, there was nothing but sensation. He and Lando found their rhythm, one pulling back while the other thrusted in, Genesis rocking her hips to match their every stroke. She was so completely full that Gabriel could feel Lando’s cock rubbing against his through the thin barrier between them, adding another layer to his pleasure.

When Genesis came again, quivering and moaning and soaking their cocks, Gabriel couldn’t help but follow. His cock jerked, shooting ropes of cum into her ass. Groaning, Lando picked up speed before plunging deep, knotting her with a growl that made Gabriel shiver.

Once he could function again, Gabriel slipped into the ensuite to clean himself up, sure that he’d be in Genesis’s sweet pussy soon enough and wanting to be ready. When he returned to the bed, she was purring contentedly, Lando still locked knot-deep inside her. Gabriel slid back into his spot behind her, and she immediately reached back to wrap her hand around his cock.

“Greedy girl,” Lando murmured against her neck. “You need more dick already, Tesoro?”

Genesis whimpered, and Gabriel’s cock stiffened in response. Lando eased his softening knot free, pleasure rumbling in his chest. Genesis immediately rolled over to straddle Gabriel, bracing her hands against his chest and grinding against him, slick and cum dripping out of her and down his shaft. She moved with desperation, as if she hadn’t just been fucked and filled with cum.

Gabriel could tell this was going to be a hell of a heat, and Genesis was going to need all of them. There would be no taking shifts. That jackass Luke needed to get his shit together fast and come take care of her. And if he didn’t do it soon, Gabriel would drag his stubborn ass back here kicking and screaming if he had to.

Genesis whimpered, and Gabriel and Lando got back to work.