27. Casper

I wasn't sure if Jasmine noticed Patrick entering the room.

She was so busy stripping us of our clothes, I don't think her awareness extended more than a few feet in front of her. Her focus, in fact, left me in awe, and my chest thuds with pride at the beautiful nest she's created. Even though I'm not in heat, it's taking a lot of effort to resist climbing in beside her and rolling around in all those perfectly arranged pheromones. I'm also doing my best to remember that I'm the guide in this heat – not the star attraction – although I know it will become easier once we get to the fucking part of the program.

And now that Jasmine's covered her nest with all the clothes at hand, she should be moving on to the good stuff. But instead, I can feel her casting around like she's missing a key ingredient, until she gives a little gasp of want.

No doubt for the Irish terror lurking in the doorway.

I wish, suddenly and quite viciously, that I could see this moment. But I have to rely on my other senses, listening to the way Patrick's feet move across the floor, his salted caramel scent growing stronger as he stops only a couple of feet away. "Mo chroí," he says in his mouth-watering accent.

"My heart," Jasmine purrs, and I'm guessing she's staring at him like he just ripped it out his chest and offered it to her. "I looked it up. That's what it means."

"Aye." He swallows so loudly I can hear the bobbing of his throat. "I just came to give you this."

Instead of passing it to her, he presses it into my hands. It's a sweater, I realize, but not just any old thing he grabbed at J Crew. It's one of those chunky cable knit ones that guys in Polo ads wear while crossing the Irish Sea in wooden sailboats.

Damn this guy is good.

"Sweetheart," I say, stepping forward with the sweater held up like an offering. "Do you want to add this to your nest?"

Jasmine's scent surrounds me, a sweet warmth sliding across my skin as she takes it from me. "Thanks, Patrick," she says, sounding almost shy for a moment. Based on my own heats, she'll get increasingly demanding, swinging between needy and sated depending on how much dick we feed her. But the big question is who those dicks are attached to, and for me, the jury is still out on Patrick.

I appreciate that he looked after Jasmine when she was kidnapped, and possibly even took a bullet to protect her. I haven't got all the details, and I don't really want them right now. And I accept that there's a connection between them, because their scents shift slightly wherever they're in the same room. Right now, his salty pine scent is feeding off her vanilla and honeysuckle perfume, which is why they remind me of salted caramel ice cream. Yes, it's my favorite, and I can't be trusted alone with a tub, especially after my heat, but what do we really know about the guy? Other than the fact he makes up great nicknames, wears real wool, and has that bad boy Irish vibe going for him, is he really good enough to share her nest?

"Back home we have a tradition where a friend of the pack acts as a guardian during heat," Patrick says slowly, and I can sense the other guys listening as hard as I am. "They keep an eye out for trouble, and make sure there's enough food and water, so the pack doesn't have to worry. I mean, they also fight off any feral bastards who think they can steal the omega, but…" His voice fades off and he clears his throat. "I know you've got security and your own cook, but I'd like to offer my services. As a guardian."

I bite my lip, a dozen questions burning through my brain. But I hold my tongue, knowing this isn't really a decision for me. This is an outsider – and likely Jasmine's scent-mate – asking her alphas to trust him.

"We appreciate that," Erik says slowly, "and you've already proven you have Jasmine's back, but we can't have strange alphas around. We're forming a pack, and if you go into rut…"

"I won't," Patrick says quickly. "It's one of those things you'll only believe when you see it, but it was how I was brought up. The disciple was… extreme. Suppressing ruts was one of Quinn's favorite games."

"I believe him," Jasmine says quietly. "And I want him to stay. I accept your services as guardian, Patrick."

"Alright," Xavier says, and I can feel the mood shift. "Thank you, Patrick. If you'll step into the hall with me, I'd like to go over a couple of things with you."

Jasmine makes a soft, disappointed sound, but I'm guessing that's just the sight of Xavier's firm ass leaving the room. It's also the signal for me to get the ball rolling, and I climb into the nest, approaching Jasmine with my neck extended so she can sniff me. She goes one better, her tongue licking over my scent gland, and I shudder. Fuck, she's so hot. And I don't just mean her looks – which Dec has told me are textbook omega, only dialed up by about a hundred. It's her; the way she moves, and thinks, and acts. She's the perfect mixture of softness and sharp edges, which is exactly why she fits so perfectly into the Volk Pack.

But as I move closer to her, I feel how damp the bedding is under her. She produces a lot of slick, even out of heat, but the size of the puddle she's sitting in makes my heart give a guilt lurch. How did I not know she's already this far along?

"So strong, baby," I coo, taking her face between my hands, "but you don't have to wait anymore. You're going to get all the colors now, okay?"

"The colors?" She sounds like she's holding on by a thread.

"The fingers. The tongues. The dicks. The knots." I punctuate each promise with an open-mouthed kiss on her scent gland. "They're all for you, baby. We're going to shower you in so much love, you're going to be floating in this nest."

She squirms, her fingers digging into my arms. "Casper," she gasps, "it hurts really bad."

"I know, baby." Even with my messed-up vision I can still cry, and I'm suddenly blinking back furious tears. "But we've got the perfect medicine here, haven't we?"

If I could see him, I'd be giving Erik a pointed look right now, but I have to settle for reaching out and grabbing him. "Here's a beautiful big alpha for you." Erik climbs in and kneels beside us with surprising agility for a guy packing a cannon between his thighs. I can smell his seed, thick, spicy, and delicious, and I swipe my finger over his cock. "He's dripping for you, baby. Do you want a taste?"

My other hand is on Jasmine's face, and I feel her mouth pop open like a baby bird. I'd smile at the way she's unconsciously torturing her alphas, if I didn't have to reach down and strangle my own dick. Fuck, we need to move this along.

"Please," she says eagerly, dragging my hand to her mouth and sucking on my fingers. I feed her another couple of swipes, then cup Erik's shoulder. "You can lie down and get comfortable now," I tell her. "Your alpha's going to take care of you."

But Jasmine grabs my hand. "I want my first time with you, Casper."

My heart lurches, to say nothing of my cock.

"You sure? It might feel better if you start with an alpha." I'm not just being selfless here. The early part of a heat can be really painful, and there's nothing like an alpha knot to soothe the cramps.

"Casper, I want you." It's Jasmine's turn to cup my face. "Your slick smells so good and your dick is so pretty, but what I really want is to watch your face as you tell me you love me."

Ah, God. Now I really am fucking crying.

So, I surrender to the emotion, letting her heat sweep over us both. I draw her down into the covers, pulling her close until there isn't an inch between us. "Baby, I'm going to make you feel so good," I promise as I pepper her neck and shoulders in kisses. Teasing her isn't on the agenda today, but I still want to build the anticipation between us. "The heat is going to soften you up, relaxing all those achy muscles, so all you'll feel is pleasure. And then I'm going to come inside you, filling you up until I'm dripping down your thighs."

She whimpers, her hips undulating against mine. I suck on her breasts, but when I slip a finger inside her she clenches down hard. She's played around with toys, and I've spent a lot of time worshiping her with my hands and mouth, but she's still pretty inexperienced. If I want this to be good for her, I need to work her open a little more. "Can your alphas help, baby? They could feed you more of their yummy seed while I lick your pretty pussy."

She gargles a response, and I guess the guys can read her signals, because Dec and Erik are suddenly on both sides, their fingers dipping into her mouth. The scents are out of this world, but I drop down and focus on slurping up some of the slick that's gushing out of her. Her heat has turned everything thicker and sweeter, and it's like licking up liquid sunshine. My eyes roll back in my head, my cock harder than a steel bar as I rub against the soft bedding. I kiss and nibble and slurp until I feel drunk, but I barely roll her clit with my tongue before she's arching up and coming, her cries sending a wave of pleasure dancing over my skin.

"Casper!" She cries out, grabbing my hair and yanking me up her body. The guys are sucking her nipples, but they edge back as we come together in a fiery kiss. And it's like pouring molten lust down my throat as we seal our mouths together. Our tongues twist and tangle, her panting breaths sending sparks through me as I swallow them down. "Now, Casper," she begs. "Fuck me, baby."

The desperation in her voice drags a broken groan out of me. She's in my lap, her hips rocking forward in rhythmic juts, and then my cock is lodged at her opening. Sticky heat surrounds my aching cockhead, and I grit my teeth as I ease forward. I'm trying to be gentle, but she locks her heels behind me and thrusts down, her hungry pussy swallowing my cock. There's enough slick between us to ease the slide, but I can still feel her flinch as she takes me to the root.

"Sweetheart!" I gasp into her ear. "Haven't you heard of baby steps?"

"Fuck me, omega." The power in her voice sends a bolt of lightning through my blood and for one brief second, I wonder if I'm actually buried deep in a female alpha. But there's no lock – just Jasmine being her usual fearless self – and I don't need any more encouragement. I lie her down in her nest and thrust into her, my hands gripping hers as I drive the pain from her body. Only pleasure for my girl, which I dial up by grabbing Dec's hand and pressing it to her clit. Erik has his hand on my lower back, and even Xavier is there somewhere, cooing into her ears. I hear enough ‘good girls' to know we must look pretty spectacular together, but everything fades away as I feel her pussy start to quiver around me.

"Are you close, baby?"

"Casper!" Her broken cry is accompanied by a gush of heat around my cock, and I buck into her, my mouth locked over hers until I pull back and whisper, "I love you, Jasmine."

She shudders against me, her voice hoarse as she cries her love for me to the rooftops. Bells, horns, a choir of angels… nothing beats her declaration as her pussy worships my cock.

"God damn," I hear Declan murmur, but then I'm shooting my load so hard I almost black out.

Hands are patting my back as I'm eased down to the nest. It's Xavier, telling me I'm a good boy, while Erik strokes my ass and Dec hums under his breath. It's a sweet sound, but my head is overflowing with the sound of Jasmine's purr, and I want to cover myself if it. Someone wraps me in a slick and cum coated blanket, and I find myself sinking. Deep into her kisses and the murmured admiration of our pack, until the last thing I can hear is her crooning in my ear. "Every. Single. Color."