Chapter 24 In which I am brought to the edge

Being an omega is wild. I’ve never been so fully focused on a task as I am while building this temporary nest. It causes a tug in my chest when I realize that at some point this is going to have to come down, all of my hard work destroyed.

Maybe I should just take over the nest upstairs, make it mine.

Maybe tomorrow.

I wonder if they’ll help me carry all of this up in sections, allow me to steal their bedding for the foreseeable future.

They will, right? That’s what a pack does for their omega.

The thought settles the ache a little as I sit back on my heels in the middle of the two mattresses, surveying my work. Now that I’m not in full nesting mode, it doesn’t make a lot of sense, the decisions I’ve made, but it makes my little omega heart happy, so I just go with it.

Sighing, I look up to find my pack standing behind the couch, all five of them watching me with varying degrees of wonder and contentment on their faces. I beam at them. “It’s ready.”

Maddox grins back at me, revealing his dimples. “It’s such a pretty nest, omega.”

Swift nods. “The best nest I’ve ever seen, Cherrybomb.”

I don’t like that he’s seen other omega nests, and a tiny growl rumbles out of me. He looks startled until Luca slams the back of his hand against his abs.

“The only nest we’ve ever had built for us, vixen,” he reassures me, and the growl fades out.

“Can I come in?” Logan asks, light green eyes shining.

I nod. “Please do. All of you. I made it for us… Apparently…”

Logan chuckles as he rounds the couch to join me, stepping carefully over a mound of pillows. “It’s a thing omegas do.”

“One of the sexiest things I’ve ever watched, vixen.” Luca follows Logan’s path while Swift leaps over the back of the couch. “No clue why, but watching you arrange pillows and shit got my dick so fucking hard.”

I arch a brow at him. “You were already hard.”

“True,” he laughs. “Can’t blame me when I was in the shower with you, though.” He goes to sit on the couch, and a whine spills from me, making him pause.

I stretch out a hand to him. “Here. I want you here. Ethan, you on his other side.” Luca stretches out on the mattress next to where I’m laying and Ethan curls up next to him.

“What about me, Cherrybomb?” Swift nuzzles into my neck and trails an open-mouthed kiss over my skin. “Can I be next to you?”

I nod decisively, even though the only one I know I wanted to be near me is Luca, since he’s hurt. “Yes. And Logan-” He’s already laying down next to Swift, who bundles me into his arms and settles me between him and Luca.

“Maddox,” I call as Luca covers me with a blanket and snuggles into me. A large hand settles on top of my head and I tilt it back to find him stretched out across the couch just above me. Close enough to stroke his fingers through my hair.

“I’m here, omega.” He reassures me, as Ethan and Logan reach over to lace their fingers with mine.

All of my pack members are touching me, soothing me, and for the first time in ages, I feel relatively settled.

A soft purr pours from my chest, rumbles out to return that soothing feeling to them. A contented sigh passes my lips. This is how it’s supposed to be with a pack. This is how I hope it will always be between us.

The TV flicks on in front of us, and Maddox asks, “what are we watching?”

He puts on a comedy, somehow sensing that I didn’t want anything with explosions and guns, not after living through it in real life.

Next to me Luca dozes in and out of consciousness, the painkillers Logan fed him doing their job to help him heal.

As much as this feels amazing to have all of them here with me, to feel safe and secure in my faux nest in the middle of the living room. I have a hard time relaxing, a hard time coming down from the firefight we’d been a part of earlier.

Something won’t let my omega settle, and I have no clue what it is.

Maddox’s hand slips over my head, stroking gently, blunt fingers scraping over my scalp, drawing my attention to him.

He’s still on the couch, eyes focused on the screen, lips twisted into a small smile at something that’s happening in the movie. He’s so fucking sexy, it’s insane. All of them are, but there’s an innate dominance in him that makes my omega pant.

Maddox looks at me with heavy-lidded eyes, no doubt feeling my perusal of him. When our gazes meet, there’s a gush of slick and a throb between my legs, one that I’m tempted to ease right here, right now.

“Need something, omega?” he murmurs, fingers tightening on my hair, making my scalp sting in the best way.

A shiver skitters over my skin, sparking like electricity at those three words. When we got home, I thought what I needed was to cuddle Luca, to snuggle and feel cozy, and that helped, but now… Well, now I’m realizing that I was shot at. Someone fired an actual gun in my direction and while I didn’t get hurt, I could have. A bullet grazed Luca, but it could have been worse.

We don’t know who it was. We don’t know why. Though they guys have theories on that, they talked about it int he car on the ride home. We might have more answers if I’d allowed Swift to go do his job, but I wanted him here, and so he stayed.

While I know logically, I’m safe bundled up here in this penthouse that needs a freaking handprint scan to enter, I don’t really feel safe. Every instinct I have is telling me that Maddox, my prime alpha, is going to be the one to protect me, to shelter me from harm. That I need him.

He holds out a hand and lifts the blanket off his body, revealing his bare muscled chest. “Come here, omega.” I stare at the hand. I think this is the first time Maddox has reached out to me for… well, anything beyond just demanding that I do what he wants.

Technically, this is still a command, but it’s one I want to follow. Still, a part of me doesn’t want to leave Luca. I need him to be safe, too. Almost as if he can feel the indecision in my body, and maybe he can because I’m not doing a great job of keeping my bond locked down at the moment, my bonded alpha nudges me gently toward our prime. “Go on, vixen. Take what you need.”

My cheeks heat even as I blow out a breath and scramble out of the nest of blankets. Making my way over hard male bodies until I’m next to Maddox. He glances down his body in invitation, and only a second later I’m on top of him, stretched out on his chest with my head tucked under his chin. He closes the blanket around me and a soft purr rumbles up from his chest. That combined with his cedar and gin scent in my nose and lungs is like melatonin to my overwrought omega senses.

I relax, but it’s not enough. Every time my eyes drift closed, my brain replays the sound of a gunshot, and I jerk fully awake. Like when you dream you’re falling and wake up just as you hit the ground. Only it’s the crack of a gun and Luca throwing himself on top of me that wakes me up.

Everytime Maddox tightens his grip on me and smooths his hands over my back, kisses the top of my head and murmurs something unintelligible into my hair.

The sixth time that happens, the alpha grumbles. “We’re going to have to give you something else to focus on, aren’t we, trouble?”

I frown, rubbing my face into his chest. “I’m sorry.”

One of his hands slides up to grip my hair, tilting my head until I can see his face, meet his eyes. “No need to apologize, omega. You’ve had a hard day. Traumatic. It’s no wonder you can’t stop thinking about it. But as your alpha, it’s my job to make sure you get what you need. And what you need right now is something else to focus on.”

I don’t know why that suggestion makes my core clench, but it does. A waft of cherry pie perfume hits the air.

He inhales, his pupils dilate, eyes going heavy lidded. “Do you trust me, trouble?”

“Yes.” The word pops out before I can really consider the implications. My omega certainly trusts him. He is my prime alpha, the leader of my pack, my scent match. Of course, she trusts him because she doesn’t understand the shit he’s done. Maybe at first she was upset, but the last few days, ever since he stopped my abduction, he’s been better, trying to make it up to me. An omega’s memory is short, apparently. Mine not so much.

Still, as I consider the quick acquiescence, I realize it’s true. So I nod again. “Yes, Maddox, I trust you.”

His face stretches into a fucking stunning grin. One that reveals dimples I’ve never seen before. “Good girl.” His grip shifts, hand sliding from my hair down my back to the waistband of my tight sleep shorts. He plays with it for a moment, fingers dipping under the fabric, before he descends further. Brushing over my fabric covered cunt.

“I want you to be my cock warmer. Can you do that for me?”

“What?” I ask, not sure I understood him.

“I’m gonna slide my dick into your pussy and leave it there. We’re not going to fuck. I’m not going to knot you. You’re just going to sit on my cock and keep it warm. We’ll even put on a Liam Cordova movie for you. Your only job, the only thing you need to think about or concentrate on, trouble, will be to keep my dick in your body and not moving. Can you do that?”

I frown, glance around the room, to find that while I was dozing, Swift and Logan have disappeared. Luca is lying on his back in the floor nest, his mouth open slightly, asleep. Ethan is the only one besides us still awake, and his blue eyes are focused on me, on my reaction.

I don’t know why, but this feels like a trap. It seems simple enough. Just watch a movie with Maddox’s massive alpha cock in my vagina. But… There’s a catch, right? There has to be. And the idea of whatever that catch is has me wiggling on top of him, slick soaking into my sleep shorts.

I kind of want to find out what it is. So I nod. “Yes, I can do that.”

He grins at me again. “Good girl.”

I expect him to order me to stand up and strip, but he just reaches between our bodies and shoves the waistband of his basketball shorts down until his cock bounces free, I get just a glimpse of the turgid length before he hooks a finger in the crotch of my sleep shorts and panties and tugs them to the side. In the next moment, he’s notched at my entrance and I’m sinking down onto his lengthy girth.

I’m embarrassed at how easily I slide down. Granted, it’s not all in one go. We have to work him in slow, small thrusts that do nothing to help with the whole ‘we’re not fucking’ part of this venture. It’s a tight fit and there’s a pinch of pain and an exquisite stretch that my omega body eases by releasing a gush of slick.

When our pelvises touch, my natural inclination is to roll, to grind, to lift and slam back down, but Maddox doesn’t let me. At the first twitch of my hips, he growls. “No omega,” and I go still, flopping over his chest with a huff of frustration.

His hand slips under the hem of my shirt, smooths up and down my spine. On each pass, he gently massages the muscles in my neck and then squeezes the swell of my ass. It’s relaxing and arousing all at the same time. I’m vaguely aware of the movie playing, one I know well enough that I could recite the lines from heart, but I can’t focus on it.

I can only focus on the sweep of my alpha’s hand and on not twitching my hips with every caress.

This is torture, I realize after a while.

I’d thought Maddox was warming up to me, that he’d come around to the idea that I would be a good omega for his pack, but apparently, that is not the case. If it was, he would be fucking me right now, thrusting deep inside me. He’d be murmuring about how he wanted to fill me up, knot me, feel me clench around him.

He wouldn’t be torturing me like this.

My slick is flowing freely, dripping over his knot, soaking into our clothes. I’m a little worried it’s soaking into the couch too, but if it is, it’s his fucking fault and he can deal with it.

Every so often his hands slide into my shorts, grip my ass and pulls the cheeks apart as he shifts his cock the tiniest bit inside of me, giving me a little pleasure, but not nearly enough. I inevitably whimper when he stills again. And his lips brush against the top of my head as a purr rumbles from his chest. I relax into him. The arousal ebbs slightly, only for him to do the whole fucking thing over again. Over and over and over.

I’m so wound up by the end of the movie that I’m on the verge of tears—like honest to god tears that will sob out of me—if I don’t get some relief soon.

Fuck this. If he didn’t want to fuck me, he should never have put his dick in me.

With that thought in mind, I sit up just slightly, enough to look down at him. He gives me a content lazy smile that I don’t return. Asshole.

He arches a brow. “Trouble?”

My scowl deepens as I sit up fully, feeling his press deeper inside me, and that is what fucking does it. Bracing my hands on his chest, I push myself up and then slide back down, a moan spilling from my lips. Fuck, that feels so good.

“Omega,” he growls softly, a warning, but… I think I’m beyond caring. And that was the point of this, wasn’t it? To eventually have sex, to come, to get each other off. So I roll my hips again and moan at how good it feels after hours of no movement, no friction.

He hisses through his teeth and then clamps down on my hips, keeping me still. I whine.

Ethan chuckles from where he’s still stretched out next to a sleeping Luca. “What you don’t know about Maddox, Sadie, is that he loves edging. Himself. Everyone around him. He’ll wait for days, building up a release.”

“Days?” I whimper at the suggestion, feeling those damn tears rush to my eyes. “I can’t… I won’t survive that, Dox. Please.” Dramatic? Sure. But to my overwrought omega self, coming feels life or death right now.

“Shh, omega,” he hushes me. “I won’t do that to you, not tonight. You’ve been such a good girl for me, been so still and kept my cock so warm buried in your cunt. I’ll give you what you need tonight. But you need to listen and stop moving. That’s your job, isn’t it?”

No, I want to say. No, my job is to ride this cock until we both come. But Maddox wants me to stay still. He wants to use me the way he sees fit, and fuck, but I want him to do that too. So I nod and whisper, “yes, that’s my job.”

“Good girl,” he growls, hands sliding to grip my ass and lift just slightly, until I’m hovering a few inches over his pelvis with his dick still in me and holds me steady. “Now, you stay just like this. Don’t sink down on me. Don’t fuck me back. You stay just like this and let me use you to come. Focus on not moving, omega. You hear me?”

I tighten my thigh muscles, and bury my face against his chest, ass up in the air as he kneads the plump flesh. “I hear you,” I whimper.

My mouth opens on a silent scream against his chest as he pulls his hips back further and then thrusts into me for the first time. The friction is that good. The drag of his cock over my inner walls has me tightening up almost painfully.

I come with his second thrust, a gush of slick pouring out of me to splash on his knot and thighs. My orgasm is interrupted and then lengthens when a large hand smacks down on my ass. “Did I tell you to come, omega?” Maddox asks, sounding not the slightest bit turned on. If it weren’t for the cock plunging in and out of my tight channel, I’d think he was discussing the weather. He punctuates the question with a palm to my other cheek. Making me moan.

“Answer me, Sadie,” he growls.

I shudder and blink up at him, thighs already burning from holding myself back from fucking him. “You never said I had to ask,” I pant out and his gaze narrows on me before he gives me an indulgent smile and nods, hands smoothing over my stinging flesh.

“You’re right, I didn’t.” He lifts his head to take my mouth in a filthy kiss, all deep tonguing and nipping teeth. “In the future, omega, ask to come when I’m fucking you.”

I frown, not liking that at all. “You’re not the boss of me.”

His hips stop moving. He slides his hands out of my sleep shorts and folds them behind his head, looking completely at ease. “I don’t have a problem with waiting you out, Sadie,” he says. “I enjoy waiting. It’s what gets me hard as fuck, it’s what makes me come like a motherfucking fountain. I’m happy to stop right here, right now, and we can pick it up later, when you’re ready to play by my rules.”

My eyes narrow on him. He can’t be serious. Not really. If I dropped my ass on him right now, swallowed him with my pussy, he’d fold like a wet blanket. But at the first twitch of my hips, Maddox is lifting me off him, depositing me on the mattress covered floor. His cock is red and swollen, his knot growing larger.

I fucking want that knot inside me. So bad. Maddox smirks and fists himself, stroking slowly. “What’s it gonna be, omega? You willing to play by my rules? Beg me to let you come?”

“It’ll be so good for you, vixen,” Luca pants, drawing my attention to where he’s laying with his head thrown back, muscles tight. Ethan is between his legs, head bobbing over his cock. “Let me watch him make you come. Let me feel it.”

Oh my damn, that is so fucking hot.

Maddox pinches my chin and gently turns me back to face him. “Well, Sadie?”

“Will you knot me?”

Maddox’s eyes go molten. “If you can hold off on coming until I say, I’ll knot you so fucking deep, fill you up so fucking good with my cum. Lock it all inside you like the good little omega you are.”

I whine and before I know it, I’m scrambling up, stripping off all my clothes and bracing myself over Maddox, in the same position I was in before. Face pressed to his chest, thighs locked, ass in the air.

The prime alpha lets out a pleased chuckle, running a hand up and down my bare spine. “Should I take that as a yes, Sadie?”

I nod. “Yes.”

He palms both of my cheeks and spreads them wide, teasing the tip of his cock in and out of me. Testing me, I think, to see if I’ll stay still like he wants. I do. Even as my thighs tremble and my breathing becomes erratic, I stay just like I am.

Mewls of pleasure fall from my lips and I make myself think about anything else, but the tip of his cock teasing in and out of me, because even that small amount is enough to make be feel like I’m close to coming again.

“Please, Maddox,” I pant against his chest. “Please. I need more. Alpha. Please.”

“Good girl,” he praises just before he slams his pelvis up and then stops. “Is this what you need?” He coos into the top of my head. “Is this what my fucking filthy little omega needs? Her alpha’s cock buried so deep inside her?”

Yes, but also no. I need him to fucking move. But he’s made it clear I don’t get to demand things, not tonight, so I just whimper and nod and plead with him to move as slick drips out of me, leaking around the tight fit of his cock.

“You beg so pretty for me, omega. So fucking pretty. How’s the view?”

I think he’s asking me, but my eyes are closed, my face squashed against his chest so tight all I can see is dark. But then Luca pants, “so fucking good. I love seeing you stretched around his cock, vixen. Ah, fuck yeah, just like that. You suck my cock so good, baby. I’m so fucking lucky. Perfect view. Perfect mouth on my dick.”

My internal muscles clench and I have to fight off an orgasm, battling it down and away, even as a low whine sounds from me and tears prick my eyes. This is the hardest fucking thing I’ve ever done.

Underneath me, Maddox chuckles. “Oh, that was a close one, trouble. Just the sound of Luca’s dirty talk almost got you there, didn’t it?”

“I hate you,” I mumble into his chest, but I soothe away the words with a series of soft kisses just over his heart, so he knows I don’t mean it.

“You’re gonna love me when I tell you to come, omega. Now brace yourself. I’m gonna fuck you now. You concentrate on holding off.”

I grit my teeth and nod, and then he’s pulling out and slamming back into me. I scream, I moan, I cry, I bite my lip hard enough to draw blood. Maddox grunts underneath me and grips my hair, pulling my head up roughly to suck my lips into his mouth, swiping his tongue over the slight injury and swallowing it down with a groan. All the while he pummels into me so hard I think I might have bruises on my hipbones and inner thighs tomorrow, and I fucking love it. Love every second. Even the holding off on my orgasm, even when he senses I’m close and slows down, pauses, giving me a chance to regain control.

He has scratches on his chest, and I have tears pouring down my cheeks. My thighs are trembling and his hands are shaking where they’re holding my ass. “You ready, baby?” He pants. “You ready for my knot? You ready to come?”

“Yes,” I pant out. “Yes. Yes. Yes.”

“Beg me,” he groans, slamming in just a little further, grinding his knot into me. “Beg me, omega.”

I don’t hesitate. I’m beyond trying to keep a shred of pride or dignity. All I want is to come. “Please, alpha. Please, knot me. Please let me come. Please, I need to be filled up with your cum. I need you to lock inside of me. Please.” I’m sobbing.

“Good.” He thrusts in, stretching me a little further over the head of his knot. “Fucking.” Another deeper thrust. “Girl.” He yanks me down and his knot pops inside just as he demands, “Come for me.”

My vision blanks out, my mouth opens, and I’m not sure I actually make a sound at all, but it feels like something is ripped from deep within my chest, at the base of my spine, from my womb.

Pleasure like I’ve never felt moves through my whole body as I clamp down on him, squeezing the life out of him, as he groans out my name repeatedly, hips grinding his knot into me, as he holds me against his pelvis. “Fuck, yeah, just like that, baby. Just like fucking that. Take all of my cum. Milk my cock. Fuck. Fuck. You feel so fucking good wrapped around me so tight.”

A second orgasm hits me, right on the tail end of the first, making my body tense and jerk. I collapse against him, sweat soaked and trembling with orgasm aftershocks, coming back to myself in fits and starts. “Holy shit,” I breathe out, eventually. “Holy shit, Maddox.”

He chuckles, which moves him inside of me, and my inner muscle clamp down as a shiver of pleasure races through me. “Worth it, trouble?”

I nod, rubbing my nose into his pec. “So worth it.”

One of his arms slides around my back, while his other moves up to cup the back of my neck. “Good.” A low purr rumbles out of him as he traces swirling patterns on my back. “You should get some rest, omega,” he murmurs into the top of my head.

I lift my face to look into his dark green eyes. “I was thinking we should do all of that again. But maybe this time we could have Ethan and Luca join us.”

My prime’s eyebrows jump in surprise. “Really?”

I wiggle over his lap, making both of us moan as his knot catches on my inner walls. “Really,” I pant out, already working myself toward another orgasm. “Please, can I come, alpha?”

A slow, wicked smile curls over Maddox’s lips. “You may, omega.”