42. Oliver

Chapter 42

Oliver

M ila is approaching the last wave of her heat, and as a result, she is needier than ever.

All she can think about is a knot, and I don't mind taking a back seat as my Alphas give her what she needs.

I won't have her getting sick on my watch.

A knot is as vital as breathing for an Omega during heat, and this is my penance.

So, I will sit back and watch my Alphas as they pleasure another Omega, but I barely even see them, even when Barret slips his cock between Mila's lips and fucks her mouth.

All I see is her, on her hands and knees, looking so soft, so beautiful…

Barret's heavy balls slap her face, and once again, I jerk off, holding off on my release.

I only release when she does.

Barret and Lachlan wait too, and I am proud of my Alphas.

They seem to know what she needs, patient as ever as they ensure that her pleasure comes first.

Lachlan fucks her from behind, a high-pitched laugh escaping him as he slaps Mila's ass. She groans on Barret's cock, and the Alpha grits his teeth, sweat dripping down his snarling face.

Yet I don't approach. I watch until I'm blue in the balls, waiting until she calls me over.

But at least I get to be a part of this.

Gryphon has been denied entry into her nest.

The thing is, I don't think Mila has truly denied him. He has kept away mostly of his own accord.

At first, I thought it was for the best. His way of making it up to her after how he treated her, but I spy the longing in Mila's eyes.

Her gaze will drift toward the door now and then, as if she is expecting someone, but I don't have the heart to tell her.

Gryphon booked a room at a hotel and the irony…

He can't stand to be in the house, her glorious scent in every single room.

So strong, that even Lachlan managed to escape his chains, and it looks like we are going to have to find some stronger chains.

Lachlan quickens the pace, slapping his balls against her swollen, wet pussy, and I run my hand up my shaft, gripping the blankets beside me.

Not yet.

Not until Mila has her release.

She will always come first.

Even after her heat.

I have already made up my mind, but I am going to ask one of the guys to bite her into the pack.

I just haven't decided who yet.

Then she will finally be a part of us.

A part of me.

Mila groans, clenching her cheeks around Lachlan's cock, and finally, she releases.

We all follow suit, and finally, I lay back on the pillows, satisfied.

But not wholly. No.

Yet I won't approach. Not until she needs me.

Mila nestles down on the nest, resting her head on Barret's chest. Lachlan plants kisses up and down her spine, and she sighs in contentment, opening her eyes.

They find me.

She reaches her hand out, and I crawl forward, placing my face beside hers. I sweep my fingers through her hair.

"Mila? Are you all right?"

She smiles, nodding her head, and my heart melts.

But then I pause when I spy that yearning in her eyes, and I don't speak, don't think as she yanks me close, throwing her arms around me.

She kisses up and down my throat, and once again, I am hard as she helps herself to my body.

I'm already covered in enough scratches, but I don't care.

She can claim me again in that endearing fashion of hers.

She's cute when she's possessive. Not to mention sexy…

The guys agree too.

It's why we pander to her needs. We like it when she takes control.

Even Lachlan. The sadistic bastard.

Mila plants a bruising kiss on my lips, and her groan is a balm to my soul as she untangles herself from Barret's limbs, pushing me down onto the pillows as she takes what is hers.

She spies my cock, licking her lips, then takes me in her mouth.

Pure rapturous bliss fills me as her warm, velvet mouth covers me, but I keep my arms by my sides.

I won't touch. Not until she gives permission.

She massages her tongue along the underside of my cock, and I'm about to come from that alone.

She's pure torture.

Torture and bliss.

Mila slips her mouth away from my cock, slowly and tortuously, then takes me between her legs, sliding down to the hilt.

More lights tease at the edges of my vision, but once again, I let her have her way with me as she feasts her eyes all over my body, scratching her claws down my chest.

Fuck.

That alone is enough to undo me.

She grinds her pussy along my cock, rolling those delicious round hips until she reaches her peak.

I know the moment it starts.

Mila squeezes on my shaft, and I grit my teeth, beads of sweat blooming across my body.

Her walls flutter around me, trembling and shaking with her orgasm, and then she sharpens her claws, creating new gouge marks in my flesh, completely feral.

I'm not even this unhinged during my heat, and female Omegas are something else.

It's intoxicating.

Being used, abused, and wrung dry.

Barret and Lachlan look spent, yet Mila is still raring to go.

She summons them, and they happily oblige, despite how worn and tired they are.

She orders Barret to take her from behind this time, and Lachlan to take her mouth while she fucks me.

When Barret thrusts, pushing her up against my cock, I groan out my pleasure, never taking my eyes off her.

Her eyes glow like the green eyes of a cat, and her feline beauty never ceases to amaze me.

Barret ruts again, and she moans, throwing her head back. She takes my hands, guiding them to her breasts, and now I massage her nipples.

When she gives me the order, I lean up, and take one of her breasts into my mouth, sucking, pinching, and sucking again.

Lachlan ruts into her mouth, his breaths labored above us as he is losing steam.

His eyes look a little glazed, and what has she done to him?

The Alpha can barely stand on his own two feet.

He looks ready to drop.

None of us were prepared at all for Mila.

Only when she releases, do we release, too.

That's the rule in this nest.

Mila wraps her hands around Lachlan, scraping her claws down his back, and then he comes to life, a small, rasping laugh escaping him.

Finally, Mila moves her mouth from Lachlan just long enough to scream her release, and I feel the echo through the bond as the sound vibrates along Lachlan's cock, and finally, we release.

All three of us at once.

Then we pile on top of each other, a tangle of sweaty limbs.

Lachlan grabs the blankets, and if he's ready for bed, then I guess we all are.

Barret seems to share the same sentiment, but little do they know as they both snore beside us, sandwiching us in the blanket fort, Mila and I continue.

Alphas. They never last.

Omegas on the other hand…

I could never grow tired of her.

And I know she feels the same.