Chapter 60

Chapter Sixty

RONAN

I shouldn't be upset. No man would ever be upset after four days of a hot mouth wrapped around their cock, a tight pussy squeezing their knot into oblivion, or their delicious little omega letting them take her virgin ass.

No alpha should be pouting while tongue deep in their omega's pussy. With each swipe of my tongue, I hope I exhaust Freya so she never leaves this bed.

My dick throbs against the thin silk sheet of the pack bed. This isn't about me, though. Finally, my omega is back to herself enough to grip my hair and tug my face harder against her cunt. She's taking her pleasure from me after five days of focusing on her pack.

We moved out of the nest yesterday when it was obvious Freya's heat had broken, but I don't think we'll be moving back into our separate rooms. Especially not if I can wake up to her vanilla and chocolate flavor coating my tongue every damn morning.

Curling my fingers, I rub the pads of my fingers along her g-spot and push low on her stomach to keep her in place.

"Alpha!" she shrieks just as her hot cunt strangles the life out of my fingers and slick fills my mouth.

I swallow her down, starved for her taste, not letting up until she's yanking on me. Sad not to be between her thighs anymore, I tug her to my chest before she can wrap her greedy little fingers around my aching cock.

After a day of snacks, TV, snuggles and lovemaking, we all fell asleep in one bed. It may have taken some effort not to be annoyed with my brother's arm wrapped around me so he could hold Freya's hip, but I'll get used to it.

"Don't be grumpy," Freya mumbles into my bare chest while hers rises and falls rapidly in an attempt to cool off after her orgasm.

I huff and lick my lips. "I'm not grumpy."

"That was the poutiest voice I've ever heard, man," Casey teases, his body now wrapped around Freya from behind.

The guys don't say anything about how I woke our girl up, but I think after all the crazed heat sex, we are pretty desensitized.

I roll my eyes and continue to glare at the ceiling. "I still think we should wait at least another day."

"You might as well just say a year, Ro. We all know you'll just keep pushing it off," Lucas informs me.

I elbow him in the gut, making him grunt. "Get off me."

"No can do. I need all my omega touches before she leaves," he responds, eyes still closed and face smushed into the same damn pillow as me.

Freya's fingertips drag along my chest, soothing me before I hit my little brother again. "What do you guys want to do with your lives?" she asks softly.

I frown, caught off guard, but respond first. "I want to find another teaching job after the summer is over. Just not sure what age range yet."

She nods against me and hums.

"I want to go back to school. I feel like I'm missing so much, then I want to continue my education when I figure out my passion," Casey says thoughtfully, petting her long locks.

"Really?" she asks, twisting to look at him.

The beta's eyebrows scrunch together. "Is that okay?"

Freya's head moves back like she's really taking him in. "Of course, I just..."

"You what?" I push.

She nibbles her lip for a moment before letting out a deep sigh and sitting up. "I don't think I can go back to school. The idea of walking through hallways, or being stuck on a campus again..."

"Most schools never force their students to stay on campus, but I'll be doing online anyway, baby girl. I don't want to be away from you guys." Casey looks at me, and I nod, letting him know I approve.

Still nibbling on that damn lip, I sit up and pluck it from between her teeth. "Online would always be an option for you too, Star. Is there something else you had in mind for the future, though?"

"It's dumb," she grumbles.

Lucas laugh, leaning against the headboard. "I doubt that very much, sweetheart. I won't be going back to school. If anyone's dream is dumb, it's mine. I just want to coach football."

My eyes widen. "What age?"

He shrugs. "All of them."

"Luke, that's awesome!" I congratulate and slap him on the shoulder. Everyone gives him their own form of approval and happiness.

Freya still doesn't seem open to sharing, so I look to Elliott. "What about you, Eli?"

Running his hand through his dark ringlets, he sighs. "I have no idea. I was thinking about looking into the gyms in town and maybe start some training programs or figure out what Cape Charles is lacking."

"I love that!" Freya beams.

Elliott gives her an embarrassed smile and waves it off. "Your turn, Ray."

"Fine." She sighs. "I've had the same dream for years. I just want to make coffee and tea in a small town on the beach."

"Well, shit, we live in the perfect place!" Casey says with an excited grin.

Freya blushes. "It's not, I don't know, lame? You guys are all wanting to do such amazing things and I... it seems lazy."

"Absolutely not, Omega," I growl and drag her onto my lap. "I think it suits you wonderfully, and you will always have the opportunity to change your mind or add new stuff."

The guys all nod in agreement, touching her in some way to show their support and happiness for her.

Blowing out a breath, she pushes on my arm. "Okay, I'll think about it. Let me up. I have to get ready for my date with Kate."

Freya ignores my grumbles of protest as she crawls across the bed, slick still dripping down her thighs, and disappears naked into the hallway. A series of turned on groans fill the bedroom and she's back with a stack of clothes in her hands.

Nervously, she lies a short flowy purple skirt on the bed with a tight cropped white long sleeve top. Beside the sleeves of the shirt, she has one solid purple scrunchie to accessorize. "What do you think?"

Casey jumps to answer right away. "I think it's perfect. The skirt will be comfortable, and there's a chilly breeze this week, so the long sleeve is great. The scrunchie also matches well. You did so good, Freya."

None of us can contain our pride for our girl as she skips away to the bathroom with her outfit clutched to her chest.

She's going out with her friend for the day. Shopping and coffee are on their agenda. Maybe I can control my worry if it means it's encouraging her to make her own choices.

As much as I want to be there while she chooses her iced latte for the day, I'm proud that she's feeling comfortable to do it on her own.

That doesn't mean she won't panic, but after her heat, our bond is strong enough for me to soothe her from afar.

She's got this . And if she doesn't, I'm just a phone call away.

"Remind me to remind her to bring her phone," Casey mumbles to Elliott.

I chuckle.

Yeah, with each other, we all got this.