32. Mila

Chapter thirty-two

Mila

I guess the tales are true.

Omegas do produce a lot of slick during sex, and it's the most irresistible thing I have ever seen.

The nest fills with the scent of honey, and I don't want this heat to ever end.

Oliver's heat ended up being some of the worst and best days of my life.

The scenes at the hotel are almost like a distant memory now. I never thought I would want to be touched ever again after such a traumatic event, but Oliver has such a way of putting me at ease.

He helps me forget for just a moment that I am a lonely Beta with no pack.

He has pleasured me plenty of times, too. In fact, he seems more concerned with pleasing me than pleasing himself.

Barret and Lachlan have tried. While he doesn't deny their knots, he still makes sure that I am satisfied first and foremost.

It's his heat, his nest, but he makes it all about me and what I want.

And considering I don't have much experience either, he still makes me feel like a goddess.

So far, we have only touched. He has massaged my breasts, and I have tried to suck on his cock, yet he pushes me away.

"I have my Alphas for that," he says.

I pout, folding my arms, but then I smirk, going for his cock yet again.

Oliver pushes me away, raising an eyebrow at me in a playful manner.

Lachlan and Barret watch our shenanigans in the background, and the former has jerked off plenty of times.

"Why not?"

Oliver smiles, gripping my chin to bring me closer to his mouth. "Because… I want this to be all about you…"

"But you are the one who's in heat, Oliver. Forget about me…"

His eyes flash, and then a growl rumbles deep in his fright. My muscles seize at the sound, and then an excited thrill slithers down my spine.

I love it when he makes that sound. It makes make him sound dominant.

"I would never forget about you, Mila… you are the only thing on my mind lately, so please… lay back… and let me love you…"

"Oh, fuck…" Lachlan grunts, working his hand faster.

I toss him a look. He seems to like it when Oliver shows some dominance.

Albeit still gentle, Oliver is showing dominant, Alpha-like tendencies.

Oh, he still has Omega needs. When he cramps, he calls one of the Alphas and lets them notch their knots onto his ass, but that's it.

It's the feeling of fullness that Omegas need the most.

But his need to pleasure me takes over.

I don't understand.

I gaze into his eyes again to ensure that this is what he wants, and I don't have to ask twice when I spy that dark look in his hooded eyes.

Well, who am I to argue?

No more pouting. Not when this beautiful Omega wants to do what he wants to my body.

Finally, I lay back, bringing him with me as I snake my arm around his neck, locking my lips with his.

Damn. Oliver is one good kisser…

The way his tongue takes command, stroking my own, and I lose myself in his taste.

Honey explodes in my mouth, and I groan, letting him run that perfect tongue along the inside of my teeth.

Another grunt and it looks like Lachlan liked my sound just now.

Oliver releases his tongue from my mouth, and now he peppers kisses up and down my neck. He nips my skin with his teeth, and I buck beneath him, stars shooting in the corners of my eyes.

Darn, that felt good…

I run my hands up and down his back, teasing my fingernails along those taut muscles, and it looks like this Omega works out.

Oliver responds in kind, grinding his hips against me when I dig my nails that bit farther, and he likes it when I get my claws out.

He has no idea how much I want to scratch him… and mark him as mine…

Now I'm starting to sound like an Alpha.

Probably just the pheromones.

My body is pretty flushed lately, and my skin is sensitive to the touch and not to mention, itchy.

But it goes away whenever Oliver touches me.

It's like I could die without his touch.

Could Oliver possibly feel the same way? Is that why he begged his Alphas to find me?

His dick prods me, and I have to see, have to have a taste…

I rake my fingers up the length of his back and the deep sigh of satisfaction that escapes him sets my nerves on fire.

Lachlan makes another happy grunting sound, and he's not the only one.

Barret is working up a sweat too.

"Mila…" Oliver whispers my name, and I rake my claws higher, getting my scratch marks all over him.

His hips snap toward me, and I buck, mimicking his action.

The way our bodies respond to each other. It's almost primal. Nature.

A Beta and an Omega who are made for each other…

Oliver growls, a feral light igniting inside his eyes, and now he goes rogue.

He rips off my shirt, actually shreds it in half, and exposes my breasts.

They pop loose and Lachlan's woodland scents intensifies…

"Jesus… Barret… you seeing this…?"

Barret replies with a grunt.

Oliver doesn't hear him. He has gone full beast mode, his burning eyes leaving scorch marks on my soul, and my heart flutters.

I am the only thing he sees now.

No one else matters.

Only me…

"Oh, God, I'm gonna…"

Oliver growls, shouting over his shoulder. "Shut up!"

And shut up Lachlan does.

Oliver's head jerks back to me, and a dark smirk creeps across his face.

Damn. I'm done.

Without warning, Oliver grips my hair, exposing my neck, then leans down, nibbling gently.

I trust him not to bite, though.

It's Alphas who are usually the danger in a rut of biting without consent.

Oliver may have gone feral, but he's still there.

Still my Omega…

He kisses my neck, licking, nipping, and tasting my skin, and I squeeze my eyes, damning those flashing lights in the corners of my eyes.

Not yet…

He moves past my clavicle, down to my breasts, and my back arches off the bed when he bites my nipple.

Another groan slips from me, and the distant sounds of growling, satisfied Alphas responds, but all my focus zeros in on the Omega…

Everything else is a blur. My vision tunnels with him at the center, making him the only thing I see.

Forget everyone else.

Just me and Oliver…

He lets go of my nipple, and his mouth pops when the pebbled flesh escapes his teeth.

He kisses burning trails down my stomach, and my body shakes in anticipation when he reaches my pubic mound.

The stars glow brighter, and I don't think I am going to last another five minutes…

Oliver stops between my legs, and fear claws its way up my spine when I remember.

Slick. He will see my slick.

However, Oliver doesn't question the suspicious amount of slick that my pussy produces. He just does what his instincts tell him to do.

I still have on my panties. He presses his nose to the cotton, inhaling my scent, and his pupils blow out.

Then his eyes find me.

They're more black than blue now.

He growls, and the sound vibrates against my pussy lips, making me wetter.

Some of my slick coats his lips when he presses his face up close, and fuck…

He extends his tongue, slipping it between the folds of my sex, right through the cotton panties.

Another moan, and now more grunts echo in the background.

More… more…

Finally, Oliver pinches the cotton between his teeth, and now the panties come off.

Where does he find the strength?

To my relief, I am not as wet as I had feared… I'd just felt wetter because my panties were sticking to me, and due to my recent shave, the skin is now bare.

Yeah, I prepared.

Now my pussy is exposed to him. Oliver takes a moment, gasping for air.

"Damn, Mila… you're fucking magnificent…"

A pregnant pause.

Meanwhile, my breaths echo through the room, my skin hot and flushed.

My fingers and toes curl in anticipation.

Oliver buries his face between my legs, and I throw my head back when the stars explode into supernovas, making everything burn bright white

"Yes, yes, fucking yes!"

His face is all the way inside me, his nose, his mouth, as he laps me up with his tongue.

The nest becomes a cocktail of various scents. Two Alphas, one Omega, and me…

My scent takes precedence, and now everything smells like gingerbread.

His tongue curls inside me as his nose buries against my clit. But then he pulls back, biting the hard nub, and my senses sing yet again.

More fire tears through my veins, and I grasp fistfuls of his silken green sheets, thrashing my head from side to side.

Oliver resurfaces, my slick shining across his plump lips, and when he gives them a lick, I'm gone.

"Fuck… Oliver…" I gasp.

He leans over me, and I smell myself dripping from his lips, splattering my face.

"You taste amazing, Mila… fucking amazing…"

His praise makes my heart swell, and I shut my eyes, damning the tears that threaten to escape.

No one has ever told me that.

"I promise… when I take you for the first time… I will make it count… the night will all be about you and no one else…"

I close my eyes, savoring the sound of his sweet promise.

It looks as if his body is calling out for one of his Alphas again, and I know it can't be helped.

He's still in heat.

But I've noticed the pallor has gone from his face. He's still covered in dew drops of sweat, but his skin is flushed and has a healthy glow now.

Finally, he peers over his shoulder.

Lachlan looks up hopefully.

"You two can finally join. But you do not touch Mila… she is mine…"

His possessive tone makes my heart flutter again.

Finally, Lachlan and Barret join Oliver's side. They squabble about who gets to big spoon and knot him, and Barret wins as he pushes Lachlan to the foot of the bed.

The poor blond nestles down by Oliver's feet, careful to stay far away from me.

The warning growl Oliver gave him was clear enough.

So, Oliver big spoons me, while he is big spooned by Barret. I sense the moment the Alpha notches himself inside him.

The Omega breathes a satisfied breath on the back of my neck, and I shudder when he buries his nose into the crook of my shoulder, breathing me in.

My heart won't stop pounding, and I'm pretty sure Oliver can feel it too when he splays his hand across my breastbone, massaging my nipple with the span of his palm.

He just wants me close, and I nestle into him, smiling when his hard dick presses against my backside.

I bite my lip.

He wanted to wait until his heat was over until he finally entered me, and I truly appreciate his thoughtfulness.

Though I wouldn't have minded either way.

I know he would have still made the moment all about me.