Chapter 7

Blake

“So, just how tired are you?”

Haze’s question stopped me as I moved closer to my mate, and I shot him a dark look. We could all smell how exhausted Riley was. It turned her usual sweet smell a little sour, stinging our noses. Haze ignored me, though, moving closer to pluck one shoe off her foot, then another.

“Tired…” That came out as a sigh, Riley letting out a jaw-cracking yawn and yet she didn’t flop back down on the bed. Instead, she watched him, watched us with lazy eyes. “But maybe not that tired.”

“So you want a tour after all?” Haze’s tone was light and mocking, but Riley just groaned as his thumb pressed into her instep. Didn’t seem to matter how long we’d massaged her feet before, she always loved more.

That could be said for many things.

This wasn’t how I expected pregnancy to go. A big part of me wanted to handle my mate with kid gloves, scared as her belly swelled that she’d break like glass.

Or be taken away from me the moment I had everything I wanted.

Instead, the same girl she always was smiled up at Haze, then me, the same light dancing in her eyes.

“Do you want to listen to your mother drone on about her hydrangeas or?—?”

I didn’t let her finish that sentence. The wolf was straining to get closer to her, and I let him off the leash, kissing her far harder than I would normally dare. For a moment, I worried about my fangs grinding into her soft lips, but I felt hers nip at my mouth, telling me she was right there with me. Her hand on the back of my neck, it felt like an anchor in a storm, one we were whipping up together, the kisses getting harder, deeper, until she pulled back and smiled at me.

“Blake…”

Maybe she had more to say, I don’t know, because my mouth moved south, leaving a trail of kisses down her neck. I felt her throat spasm as she swallowed hard, then felt the deep vibration of her moan as my hands moved to unbutton her shirt and my lips claimed every inch revealed.

“Got a kiss for me too?”

All the mockery was gone from Haze’s voice, a desperation that was a twin of the one replacing it. My brothers and I had always worked well as a pack, but never more than in a situation like this.

Colt was peeling her shirt back, her responses swallowed by Haze, then Fen. We got that garment off, then her bra, both my brother and I pausing for a second just to stare.

The changes in Riley’s body when she went from a latent beta to an omega were dramatic enough, but my beautiful mate's body seemed to swell further in response to pregnancy. Academically, I knew my children would feed from these breasts, but right now? They belonged to us. Colt and I shared a glance then lunged forward, Riley’s whole body stiffening as we sucked her nipples.

“Looks like I need to finish the job you mob started.” I looked sideways as my tongue moved, my lips worked, rolling that sensitive peak around in my mouth, only to see Ryan work Riley’s stretchy yoga pants down. “Something I am not upset about.” His hands smoothed along her inner thighs, spreading them wide and I knew what he’d see. Riley, pink, swollen, dewy with slick, the scent making his mouth water, because that’s what her cunt did to me every time. “Not upset at all.” That came out as a guttural growl, right before he lunged forward.

I closed my eyes then, lost in Riley’s softness, the way her body undulated like a wave in response to the tides we were stirring. Pleasure, only pleasure, that was our job as alphas, to make sure our omega was one pampered princess. It was hard with Riley because what she wanted, needed, was so different than what we’d been taught. A purpose burned inside her, to learn, to understand the world, and then use the considerable tools at her disposal to solve all of its problems, so we did our best to make that happen; but a small, selfish part of me liked my mate pregnant. It forced her to stop, to just be, just submit to our ministrations like this.

To just be with me.

I pulled back, stretching her nipple to the point of pain but not past it. I knew her, knew her reactions and relearned every one of them as her body changed and grew more sensitive. I let the nipple pop free even as she clawed at me, at Colt, at everyone, not wanting anything to stop. Fen slid in to take my place as I moved down.

Ryan was eating her cunt with all the hunger, all the need, of the wolf. As his tongue flickered, as she arched up into his caress, my hand moved under her. Fingers slid through the sodden mess of her, tracing her entrance until she moved of her own accord, forcing them inside her.

This was the greatest change, the best. She swallowed my fingers with ease, something she’d explained to me once. Elastin was pumping through her body, loosening ligaments and joints in preparation for birth, which allowed me to force two fingers then three. She could’ve taken four, I was sure of it, but I didn’t want that yet. The way her cunt twitched, she moaned, letting me know she was close, right as I raked my fingertips along the spot that would make her come instantly.

“Oh fuck…”

The gush of slick heralded the change, and I stroked my fingers through it, them slipping faster, harder now. I traced the outline then pressed down on the spot, making her gush more. “Oh fuck… oh fuck… Blake!”

She knew it was me, I freaking loved that, even though it was all of us. Every single member of her pack was rocking her through this orgasm and into the next, if she was still up for it. My cock throbbed sullenly in my jeans. The knot was worst of all, because this change in Riley made something else possible.

She’d always fought to take me. I was too thick, my knot too bulbous for her to take with ease, but apparently elastin was my friend. I didn’t have to wait for her to take my brothers first, to stretch enough that it wouldn’t hurt to take me, and when she rolled upwards, I knew what that look in her eye meant.

“Riley—” I growled.

“Blake.” One kiss, then another, hard and soft at the same time.

“Riley…”

I had things to say, suggestions to make, but they were erased from my head the moment she had my cock in her hand. My entire focus was narrowed down to just her and just me.

“Blake.” Her kisses were slower, softer, almost like her as she moved, pushing me back on the bed only to follow me down. “Blake, I need?—”

My omega never need whine about what she wanted. I was hers, wholly and solely. Since the moment we turned up in her office, it’d became clear, and never more than now.

“Whatever you need, Red,” I told her.

I caught one crooked smile, but that quickly faded as she straddled me. My brothers moved, to hold her in place, help support her belly, to tease her nipples or her clit, but I was forced to just stare. She was beautiful, completely beautiful, a picture of fecund womanhood. No, a queen about to take her seat on her throne. I tried to keep staring, but the moment her cunt kissed my cock, my head was thrown back. Hot, wet, slippery, she engulfed me in one stroke, dragging a roar from me.

“Well, if the parental units were wondering what we were doing before now,” Colt snarked. “They won’t now.”

I didn’t care. My hands locked down on Riley’s hips, primal instincts taking over. I was an alpha and I needed to take care of my mate. I flipped her over, her yelp music to my ears because it quickly transmuted into moans of bliss. I thrust, thrust, that age old feeling of needing to crawl as deep inside her as I could go burning inside me. My arms stiffened and I stared down at her, forcing myself to stay aware of her reactions to make sure I didn’t hurt her and was rewarded by the most perfect sight. Her soft smile that shifted into an O of pleasure was everything.

“You’re gonna take me,” I growled. “You’re gonna take my knot, aren’t you, my perfect girl?”

This was happening too fast. My mind wanted to string things out, wring as much pleasure from the situation as possible, but these instincts wouldn’t be denied. My mate needed my knot, I saw that in her swift nod. Wide eyed, I watched her, every single shift in expression as she was forced to part around me, letting me in. Her cunt was like a fucking vise, snapping around me and locking me down inside her. All I could do now was make tiny little shifts back and forth, the knot locked down too tightly for much else, but that was enough. I knew from experience the bliss she felt at every movement as that bulbous protrusion pressed in right where she needed it.

“Oh… oh… oh…”

She couldn’t say much more because I was driving her out of her mind, and I was right there with her. Always with Riley. I loved her, loved the way her body responded to mine, welcoming me in. I loved all the changes she’d been through to get us here, bearing our children, creating something from our love that would live on long afterwards. I loved her and I told her that through gritted teeth, which had her staring at me. It felt like the whole world stopped for just the moment it took for her to stroke my cheek, but time would only be denied for so long.

“I love you too, so bloody much,” she hissed, and it felt like there was more to be said, but then her body arched up into mine, driving the knot that little bit deeper.

That was all it took. Every feeling, every scrap of love I felt for my mate came rushing up as my cum did, erupting from my balls and into her. Riley was right there with me. Her cunt clamped down in sharp, intense waves that wrung everything I had out until finally I was empty.

So why did I feel so full?

Of love, of pleasure, all the constant worries about the pregnancy, about my mate shoved to one side because they couldn’t exist here in the same space. I stroked the hair back from her face and grinned when she shot me a sweaty smile.

“That was…” Her stretch threatened to dislodge me, something my brothers rushed in to hasten. “Amazing.”

“Amazing?” Haze slid in beside her. “But was it enough? You could curl up and have a nap right now.”

“Or…?”

She was tempted by the idea, that pleased me, because I could just imagine pushing her into the pillows and holding her as we fell asleep.

“Or we could christen this place the way we should’ve the alpha residence,” Colt said with not a little growl in his voice. “The Williams pack and their bloody omega would’ve smelled the scent of us in every room they entered.”

“Mmm…” Riley kissed me to soften the pain of slipping free of her, right before she turned to the others. “OK, I’m down. Show me what would’ve happened when you came around if our parents hadn’t gotten in the way. What would you have ‘quizzed’ me on when you came to study?”

“This.” Colt pulled her onto his lap to kiss her thoroughly. “This and so much more.”