21. Juno

JUNO

Things were hazy as she came down from her high. Was he…pulling her ruined underwear down her legs with his teeth?

“I thought this would be sexier,” he admitted ruefully. Juno noticed his hair was even more tousled and unkempt than usual. She had vague memories of gripping it to get better leverage to fuck his face.

“What’s that?” she managed to croak out. Oblivious to how turned on she still was, Ollie pulled the drenched scrap down and off her legs. “I thought doing it with my teeth would be hot, but it took a long time and after a while I wasn’t near any fun bits anymore.” He gave her knee a cursory pat. “Not that I don’t like this,” he added hastily.

Did he just try to reassure her that he liked her knee?

There was only one body part Juno wanted right now and it sure as shit wasn’t on her.

She advanced on Ollie slowly like a lioness stalking her prey, her ferocious gaze unwavering. He released a startled yelp, falling back onto the mattress as she pounced, pulling down the waistband of his boxers to release her prize. She didn’t even take a good look at it before she swallowed it down, savouring the weight of him on her tongue. The way the head pressed deep in her throat and the taste of him; salty and deliciously male mixed with his nutty coffee scent. Fuck, so good. Her tongue began to trace the veins along his shaft while still keeping his cock lodged firmly in her mouth, her lips pressed against his bulging knot. She lifted her head up, admiring the way his cock glistened with her spit before sinking back down again.

Juno was dimly aware of the thrashing, swearing alpha beneath her but she was laser focused and enjoying herself far too much to take notice of what he was saying. Something about it being too good. She didn’t really care that he was warning her he was going to come soon, she wanted it. Wanted to taste it, consume it, own it.

“Shit, I’m coming already. Fuck. Fuck! Juno, I—”

Her hand came up, wrapping around him. She pumped his cum onto her tongue so she could taste him, moaning as she felt the excess run out the corner of her mouth. Juno traced the stray trickle with her finger before popping it in her mouth and sucking it clean. He watched her the entire time, breathing hard.

She made a few more lazy loose movements up and down his length before stilling. “You’re still hard,” she noted appreciatively.

He was very still except for his chest, which rose and fell, the sheen of sweat across it catching the dim light. “Did you think I was done with you?”

Ollie pulled her in for a kiss, unbothered by his flavour on her tongue as they enjoyed the sinful glide of their naked bodies together. The tip of his cock rolled against her slippery entrance. Once, twice. She bit her lip and nodded at his final questioning glance and then he was sliding inside her. Slow and calculated, letting her feel every hard inch of him as he filled her.

“God I—” He closed his eyes and pressed his forehead to hers. “I love fucking you. You feel…You’re so…I’m—”

“Shh.” Juno kissed his sweet stumbling words away. He began to move and she was soon utterly at the mercy of his long, deliberate thrusts.

Ollie covered her hand in his, guiding them both down. “Show me how you like to be touched,” he urged her, pressing her fingers against her clit. With a small whimper, Juno began to rub her clit, feeling how swollen it was. A few more touches and then he took over, mimicking her movements and matching the pressure while he continued to fuck her. “You let me know when I hit the right spot.” He drove into her relentlessly. Harder. Deeper. The wet sound of their fucking filled the nest. A slight tilt and the angle changed and Juno cried out. “Fuck. There. It’s so good, it’s so fucking good. Holy shit,” she sobbed.

“Wanna learn everything about your body,” he said roughly. She couldn’t handle it. His clever hands, his eager words punctuated by masculine grunts of effort into her ear, his absolute magnificent cock fucking her goddamn brains out. “I’ll happily study it every morning, every night, whenever you want.” Fuck, she wanted that too. She was literally being fucked by him and was already thinking about when he could fuck her again. “Until I know every way to make. You. Co—”

She couldn’t stop herself from coming. The barrage of sensations — his scent, his touch, his words — culminated in a surging wave of ecstasy emanating from her core out through her entire body. His driving thrusts were growing harder and more frenzied as his knot pressed urgently against her opening. With her slick easing the way, it would be so easy to take him.

“Can I knot you?” The desperation in his voice was aching. “I’ve never…I haven’t—”

“I’ll die if you don’t, Ollie,” Juno begged. “Knot me. Now. Now.”

With a guttural moan, his knot pushed in past her pussy lips, locking in that throbbing empty spot inside her. It set off another orgasm on the tail end of the last one, her inner walls pulsing around him, demanding his release.

“Oh Jesus fuck. Your pussy it’s, it’s…” His words devolved into a mix of curses and a low, animalistic growl. She could feel him coming inside her and she relished it, knowing his expanding knot was keeping his seed trapped. It would all come gushing back out of her afterward in a hot rush. Juno shuddered beneath him, unable to do anything but be filled by him over and over. It was everything. It was everything. Her inner omega was utterly sated.

Ollie carefully turned them so he could hold her while they were still locked together. Juno felt a low rumble against her chest and a soft puff of air against her ear.

“You’re purring,” she said wondrously, tracing the little constellation-like freckles dotting his arm.

The beautiful, mellow sound stuttered slightly. “Oh, I didn’t even realise I was doing it.”

Juno squeezed his arm around her waist even tighter. “Keep going,” she whispered, feeling instantly content when he started back up again.

She had no idea sex with an alpha could be like this. Cautious, desperate, endearingly awkward, and filled with adoration. Juno didn’t have the most experience but she just had a feeling this was special. This was theirs.

Lulled by the soothing resonance of his purr, she knew she didn’t just want him for her heat. She needed him.

* * *

“I’m moving out of the Omega Village.”

Unfortunately for Juno, Hazel chose that moment to stuff a huge piece of bok choy in her mouth. Her eyes widened in surprise, teared up suddenly with happiness and then crinkled with frustration as chewing was taking way too long.

“You’re packing up.” She could see Hazel’s pride through the rising steam of their hotpot.

“I am.”

It was becoming more and more apparent that the Rivera-Gunnarsson pack house was becoming home. No matter how many items of clothing she stole from her way-too-understanding suitors, it never made her room at the Village smell or feel right anymore. Shuttling herself between the two was becoming a nuisance. Her stays grew longer each time as her reluctance to leave magnified. She could feel herself outgrowing the walls of her little apartment, chafing and digging into her like an ill-fitting garment.

On the third straight night she had stayed that week, she lay curled up with Miles in her nest. He held her tight and murmured almost imperceptibly against her hair.

“I think you should move in.”

She argued and he kept his cool, deftly lobbing her increasingly irrational arguments back to her because he knew she was just scared.

“Well, you shouldn’t be going over Isaac’s head like this. He’s the prime alpha!” Juno finally blustered.

“Who do you think told me to ask you?”

Then he kissed her and there was no more quarrelling that night.

It was hard, leaving the home she had cocooned herself in for the last three years after her ordeal. But it made sense. Her heat was imminent and though there was part of her still reluctant to say she was pack, it felt like a slow, inevitable conclusion.

“Shit, well…” Hazel clicked her tongue as she added a few seafood balls to the spicy half of their hotpot. “I guess this is the best time to tell you that I’m moving out too.”

Juno’s chest tightened with panic. Had she been such a shitty best friend she didn’t even notice that Hazel had found a pack? “What? Did you, have you—”

“Oh, no no. I haven’t, I’m not, shit Juno relax, you’re stressing me out with those pheromones.” She batted the air with a waving motion as she let out a guilty laugh. “I guess I should’ve explained better. I bought an apartment. I gotta be honest with you, Junie, it’s fucking nice. Very safe, so don’t worry about that. Has a cute security boy manning the lobby desk and everything. I mean, I don’t want to look at the negative balance on my account now thanks to my mortgage but it’s all mine.”

Juno’s chopsticks clattered onto the table. “When did you buy an apartment? What the hell!”

“Oh um, six months ago? All that OmegaFans money had to go somewhere right.” Hazel’s casual shrug seemed so flippant compared to the size of the bombshell she had dropped.

“Six months!”

“It’s being rented out right now — just month to month. I’ll give them notice to vacate so I can move in.”

“Why would you rent out an apartment you just bought? Also, did you just say you will give them notice to vacate?” Juno’s eyes narrowed as realisation sunk in. “Were you staying at the Village…for me?” How much of a fuck-up had she been that Hazel felt the need to babysit her?

Hazel surprised her. She didn’t look ashamed or caught out. Instead there was pain in those soulful brown eyes, layers upon layers of it. Her voice was uncharacteristically reserved when she spoke next.

“Juno, you’ve been my friend from the very beginning. You know why I joined the trials and you never judged me or hated me for it. This?” She gestured between the two of them with her finger. “Has kept me sane this whole time. So no, I haven’t been staying here for you. I’ve been staying here for me.”

Juno made her way to Hazel’s side of the table and pulled her into a tight hug, trying not to snot and cry all over her shoulder. “You know you have nothing to feel guilty about, right? With your past?”

“Maybe I’ll believe you one day,” she replied, ruefully. “By the way, we can still have hotpot when you’re living up the pack life and shit right?”

“You shut your mouth, Hazel Wu. You’ll be having hotpot dates with me until we die.”

A beat of silence passed before Hazel spoke, her voice muffled in Juno’s hair. “And pho as well, right? And ramen?”

She let out a little snort of laughter. “Yes Hazel. Consider me booked for dates to eat yummy things in soup for eternity.”

“Perfect.”