22. Juno

JUNO

Juno moved in that week. But not before having a supremely awkward conversation with Isaac (they seemed to be getting into a habit of having those) that was essentially a version of ‘defining the relationship’. Yes, she was their omega. No, she didn’t want to bond. Yes, that was ok with them, it was still early days after all. No, it wasn’t unreasonable to check in on the matter again in the future.

They walked a precarious tightrope of no longer courting, but nowhere near ready for a lifetime commitment of a bond. If it were a beta relationship, it was like Juno was their girlfriend. Thinking of Miles and Ollie as her boyfriends gave her teenage self the giggles. But giving Isaac the title of ‘boyfriend’ sounded insane. Like putting a tutu on a lion.

He tentatively broached the subject of their pack name — Isaac had always intended to take the name of his omega, but carrying the family name of the people who had sold Juno did not sit right with him. “Makes me want to levy all my considerable resources into crushing them into dust,” he’d said, flatly. Touched by the gesture and a little aroused (platonically obviously) by his casual murder-y attitude, Juno agreed and their pack name was also tabled as a future discussion topic.

When the silence stretched a bit too long after they finished going through everything, Juno for some reason decided to end the conversation with a little curtsy, before letting out a tiny scream of mortification and promptly running away. Isaac thankfully never brought it up and did not seem to have told anyone else about it.

And that’s how she joined Pack Rivera-Gunnarsson.

* * *

When she pictured domestic life in the pack house, she did not foresee going toe to toe with Everett while he looked like cartoon smoke should be dissipating from his ears.

Over cookies.

“I don’t get what the problem is!” Juno stuck a finger into the batter and scooped up a little dollop and popped it in her mouth. “Tastes pretty good to me.”

The cartoon smoke was now accompanied by lightning bolts around his head. “Don’t eat raw egg!” Everett shouted like she was on the verge of ingesting cyanide. Juno gave him an appraising look before purposefully licking another fingertip of batter. She pretended to faint dead away. Everett caught her, swearing profusely, before she even had time to brace herself on the counter on the way down.

“I wasn’t really dying, you know.”

Juno didn’t think Everett’s jaw could get any stonier as he set her back down. “I know.”

“And I think the cookies will be fine with the extra butter and caster sugar. And who doesn’t love double the amount of chocolate chips? I’m sure the recipe in your amazing book is excellent too, but I was just having a bit of fun in the kitchen. That’s ok, right?”

Everett glanced at his worn binder stuffed with recipes he’d collected over the years. When Juno got a sudden hankering for choc chip cookies (a sure sign her heat was around the corner), he whipped it out, stating he had the perfect recipe. He went slightly green when she offered to help and then the aforementioned smoke appeared when she started making changes.

He sighed, shoulders slumped in defeat. “Yes, it’s ok. Now let’s get these on a tray and in the oven.”

Juno could tell he was fighting the urge to tell her off as she leaned on the countertop, poking at the still lava-like cookies on their trays.

“You have to let them sit on the tray to set,” he bit out, unable to take her prodding any longer.

“Don’t you think this exploded bit of chocolate chip looks so gooey and delicious?” Juno couldn’t stand it any longer, and broke off the corner ignoring Everett’s indignant objection. She juggled it between her hands and then against her better judgement, popped it in her mouth. The cookie itself was scorching but the melted chocolate chips bursting was armageddon.

Everett watched her the entire time smugly. “Too hot?”

“Perfect, actually. Might have another.” Juno stuck her tongue out her mouth to let it cool faster and pointed her chin at the fridge. “On an unrelated note, does that dispense ice?” she asked, lisping slightly.

He fetched her some, sticking it in her mouth with the most disapproving expression imaginable. His displeasure increased exponentially later on when he tried one of the modified cookies and enjoyed it immensely.

* * *

Hot. She was intensely hot. Pounding in her ears, a thick and viscous drumbeat as her pulse raced. Feeling swollen within her own body, skin pulled too tight. There was wetness between her thighs but it offered no relief. The ache only exacerbated as her cunt clenched around nothing. At least she was safe — surrounded with familiar, comforting scents and soft, plush textures — but it wasn’t enough. She thrust out her hand, searching and seeking for what she needed.

Skin.A chest slowly rising and falling. The edge of a jaw, soft lips, a broad nose. Fingers tangling in long, curly strands. Juno pressed her nose into his neck, her breasts against his arm, her leg thrown over his. The smell of freshly brewed coffee and buttery rich macadamias.

Alpha.

A whimper slipped from her lips and she felt him stir. His hand stroked down her back and cupped her ass before giving it a firm squeeze. She shuddered as she felt fresh slick dripping down her inner thigh.

“What time is it?” His sleep-roughened voice only heated her blood more. “Oh shit. You’re, you’re in—”

He was definitely awake now, pupils widening as he inhaled. Heat pheromones pumped through her scent, stirring his rutting instincts. His hand curled around her cheek and she groaned, leaning into his touch. “I’ll go get Miles. We’ll take care of you, Juno.”

Go? This alpha wasn’t leaving. Juno crushed her lips to his. She had to get him to stay, had to show him how much she needed him. She circled his wrist and guided his hand down, along the hammering pulse point in her neck, past the pointed dark nipples of the breasts, down the smooth skin of her stomach until his fingers brushed her soaking slit. There. See? There was no way he could leave. Juno was pleased to hear him cursing (that meant he understood, right?), and when she felt two fingers slide into her tight channel she cried out, rolling her hips against his hand.

“So wet. So fucking wet. Jesus Christ.”

“Alpha.” Juno stared at him with glassy eyes. “Need you.”

That’s all it took to unleash him. Three desperate little words from an omega in heat to trigger her alpha’s rut. Her leg was hiked up over his hip, his fingers left her pussy to quickly rub her slick over his engorged tip before he buried his entire length in her. He was a shot of espresso thrown back, every vein in her body a live-wire. He bore down on her with a snarl, rolling her onto her back as his hands gripped her ass, spreading her as he fucked her on his cock. Each rough pull of his hands drove his length deep into her slick-soaked pussy, reaching parts inside her that made her scream uncontrollably.

“Knot,” she whimpered between cries elicited by every filthy thrust.

“Not yet. Not until you’re just about to come.” His eyes were wild, a primal force burning behind them.

The need to please this alpha fucking her was overwhelming. She could feel her orgasm rising and rising. She teetered on the brink of something wonderful, painful and frightening all at once and when his knot finally slid into her stretched heated cunt, she fell. Each pulse of her pussy squeezed his knot, sending a fresh burst of cum deep inside her, heightening her pleasure over and over in an endless loop. She didn’t know how long she lay there, shaking and holding him as he soothed the fire that raged within her.

“Ollie.” She didn’t recognise the hoarse voice repeating his name over and over.

“I’ve got you, sweet girl. I’ve got you.”

It had never been like this, the brief moments of clarity she experienced during her heat. It had always been regretful, humiliating and deeply painful while she waited for oblivion to take her again. To feel safe and cherished was so devastating that Juno could not stop herself from breaking down and sobbing, her heavy emotions bursting the dam of her control.

Ollie didn’t baulk or panic, so attuned to her already that he understood what she needed without words. He just kissed her and kissed her and kissed her until her tears finally dried.

* * *

“Gorgeous. Try and have a spoonful of this.”

A nostalgic, homey smell wafted under her nose. Soy sauce. Rice. Broth. Juno’s eyes popped open, greeted by Miles holding a bowl of congee. There were also large slices of chicken poking out of the gelatinous porridge and it had even been garnished with spring onion.

“Everett made it. He got the recipe from Isaac’s Ba, who swears by it for their Nanay’s heat. Ev hoped it would be something you’d be eager enough to leave your nest for. Wasn’t pleased to hear his sandwiches didn’t cut it. I told him it was probably because you were at the peak of your heat and food wasn’t what you wanted in your mouth.” Ignoring Juno’s flaming cheeks, Miles tipped his head over at his own empty bowl. “It’s pretty good. It’s exactly the sort of thing we all need after the last couple days we’ve had.”

She tentatively inched her way out of her nest where Ollie was currently getting a well deserved nap in. Juno couldn’t resist brushing the alpha’s hair back off his tired face, her heart skipping when his lips curved up slightly in an involuntary smile. She wrapped herself in a blanket and let Miles guide the heaped spoon into her mouth.

Her face lit up. “It’s great!” Great depth of flavour, seasoned perfectly. She was impressed. “It’s probably ’cause Everett followed the recipe exactly.” Miles laughed in agreement, offering her the bowl and spoon which she took eagerly.

She ate slowly, not wanting to upset her empty stomach, while Miles offered her a variety of drinks. A thick pink smoothie, a murky looking green juice, a million varieties of tea. She turned down all of them in favour of water, much to his consternation. She was probably past the peak of her heat now, judging by this longer period of lucidity, but she wasn’t out of the woods yet. Maybe another day, day and a half to go.

“Now there was something I wanted to run by you, beautiful.” He took her now empty bowl out of her hands so he could hold them, his other hand running up and down her arm comfortingly. “We obviously spoke before your heat about what you were comfortable with and I know you didn’t want any anal. Which we completely understand and respect.”

Juno didn’t know how he did it, there wasn’t a trace of embarrassment or hesitation in his voice. Ahh, to be able to bring up anal in conversation with a straight face. Meanwhile, she was sitting there either having an aneurysm or hoping she would have one. Miles continued on, unaware of her slow internal descent into death.

“But when you’ve been deep in it, you’ve been wanting it. Begging for it. Hurts to see you upset when we deny you but we would never do anything without your consent, I hope you know that.”

She could only manage a stiff nod, taking in all this new, humiliating information.

“I do have a workaround if you’re open to it.” Miles reached into a little silk bag and pulled out a purple silicone buttplug. “Don’t worry, it’s brand new and washed and everything,” he added quickly, as if that was the main thing Juno was flagellating herself over. She tried not to think too hard about who would have run that particular errand for them. “Yes? You don’t have to, of course, it’s just a—”

“Yes,” she whispered, cutting him off. “Yes.” It was suddenly imperative to smooth every visible crease down her blanket. “Just so my mortification is complete, has there, uh, been anything else that I’ve been begging for?”

Miles unravelled the blanket and pulled her into his lap, their naked bodies fitting together. Their mouths met in a sultry kiss and she could feel her temperature rising again. There was a hint of rum on his tongue, and the smell of worn, velvety soft leather clung to him — Isaac. Clearly the prime alpha had been looking out for his beta during her heat. Her scent perfumed, responding to the dominant pheromones clinging to him. Sweet and boozy, a perfect sensual cocktail. His lips kissed down her jaw, one hand tilting her chin up so he could lick and nip the hollow of her neck.

“You’ve asked for bites.”

She froze at the implication. No, not bonds. Not again. Then guilt, because neither Miles or Ollie deserved her fear. Miles linked his fingers with hers and gave her a reassuring squeeze. “We’ve been giving you a lot of hickeys, those seem to help.”

Her hands flew to the side of her neck that Miles wasn’t kissing, gingerly feeling the tender but unbroken skin. You’re safe. You’re safe with them. His cock was hardening against her inner thigh and her heat fuelled brain began to take over. Just a slight manoeuvre and she could have him inside her. She could feel herself getting wet at the thought.

“And don’t be embarrassed. Never be embarrassed.” Both their hips were now moving slightly, creating a torturous teasing friction. A candle flame when she wanted a bonfire. “You’re perfect like this.” He lightly pinched her pink cheeks. “You’re perfect for us.” Miles reached between them and angled his cock downwards, pushing only the tip into her heat for the briefest moment before he ignited her with his next words. “My dick has never been harder in my life.”

“Nest,” she managed to choke out. “Fuck me in my nest, now.”

He didn’t tease her thankfully, understanding the crest of a new heat spell was not the time for it. She could feel his chest against her burning back, her leg hooked over his arm holding her open as he fucked her with short, pounding strokes. Miles had a knotted sleeve fitted over the base of his cock — a surprise he had sprung on her when he eventually discovered Ollie and Juno in her nest that first morning when neither came down to breakfast. It didn’t quench the burning need like Ollie’s alpha knot did, but it was enough so Ollie could recuperate and recharge before she needed him again. Miles’ designation did come up briefly during her heat discussion. It went something along the lines of:

“Are you sure that as a beta I can…”

“Give me lots of orgasms during my heat? Yeah, I’m pretty sure.”

Then they conducted more research confirming her hypothesis.

The silicone knot pressed against her opening now with each hedonistic drag of his cock inside her, as she pulled his face down to hers for a biting kiss.

Ollie would get quite a show once he woke up. It was fine, not like it hadn’t already occurred at least five times before during this heat, or that he hadn’t reciprocated the favour himself to Miles.

His fingers were lightly exploring, swirling around her clit, tracing the lips of her pussy as they stretched around him. He dipped down further, pressing against her back entrance with slick-covered fingers. Desperate for more, she flattened her front to the mattress as he braced his hands on her waist and drove into her even harder. Fuelled only by her instincts, she popped her ass higher into the air and was rewarded with a groan, his hands sliding down and grasping her cheeks. His thumb circled her ass, pushing in ever so slightly as she buried her face into the nest with a ragged whimper.

“I’m going to stretch you out and fill your ass. You’re going to feel so fucking good,” he said encouragingly as his finger eased deeper. “How does that sound, beautiful?”

Juno looked back at him, her eyes hooded with desire. “Yes,” she whispered.

“Then I’ll feed you my cock and Ollie can knot this needy pussy of yours at the same time,” Miles panted, staring over her head.

Ollie definitely wasn’t asleep anymore, leaning languidly against the wall of the nest with his hard cock in his fist. His fingers curled around the engorged knot at the base, giving it a squeeze that made his whole body tense before releasing it with a whoosh of his breath. The two of them had been taking it in turns to sate her so far but right now?

Juno wanted them both.

“I think she likes that idea a lot.” Miles groaned as her pussy clenched around him, a shiver of need running through her.

Juno reached her arm out and Ollie immediately drew closer, letting her pull his head down for a slow, savouring kiss. She felt bereft momentarily when Miles pulled out but Ollie swallowed her gasp as she felt the plug push into her slippery cunt. He was spinning it slowly, coating it in her slick before he withdrew. Juno almost came when she heard Miles spit and then felt his saliva on her sphincter a moment later. It had no right being that hot. He began to work the plug gently past her ring of muscle to stretch her slowly, eased by their combined wetness.

“You’re doing so good,” Ollie purred, stroking her sweat-lined brow. He looked up at Miles. “Isn’t she?”

Miles pushed the final widest part of the plug in and she shuddered, letting out a low moan as she felt it pop into place. Their hands were all over her, soothing and worshipping. “Such a good girl,” Miles whispered, kissing the dip of her spine.

“More,” she begged as she fisted the sheets. “More.”

She was dimly aware of them trading places, their caressing touches never leaving her as she soaked in their murmured praise. Her chin was gently lifted and she stared into Miles’ hazel eyes, blazing with desire. He coaxed her lips open with the head of his cock and she swirled her tongue around the tip, tasting her own peachy slick as she watched his strained reaction. Eager to see him fall apart, she took him in her mouth, ready to slowly swallow him down. Ollie suddenly drove into her hard from behind. Her body lurched forward and Miles slid deep down her throat. Full. She was so blissfully full. From the weight of the alpha’s knot slapping against her with each thrust, the added tightness from the plug in her ass to the heft of the beta’s hard length on her tongue; she was helpless between them.

“There we go.” Miles was stroking her cheek as she gagged slightly on his cock, her nose hitting the coarse hair at the base. “Look at you taking us both.”

That’s all it took for her to come. She was in free-fall, utterly weightless as they continued fucking her through her orgasm from both ends. Her inner walls tightened, desperate for a knot and Ollie gave her nipples a gentle pluck, assuring her she would get one soon.

“Where do you want my cum?” Juno could tell Miles was close from his jerky movements and feverish stare. She pulled him from her mouth, and he took over, squeezing the tip firmly to try and last.

“On my tits.” She leaned back and Ollie helpfully wrapped a strong arm around her waist, bracing her. Miles’ eyes darted down to where her breasts bounced from Ollie’s steady rhythm. “Want to be covered in your scent.”

“Fuck!” Warm jets of cum hit her neck and chest and an exhilarated thrill ran through her. She let out a satisfied little hum and licked the over-sensitised tip clean, savouring the taste of him. He sank down onto his heels, breathing hard as he stared at his handiwork dripping obscenely off her pebbled nipples. His cock gave a little twitch. Miles looked down at it and then back at her. “Witchy little omega. How my cock is still working after all that I’ll never know.”

Ollie let out a low laugh. “She is a witchy little omega. Lost count of how many times I’ve knotted her but I still can’t get enough.” He shoved forward and she mewled as her opening began to distend around his knot. There was enormous pressure as he filled her, thumbing the base of the plug at the same time pressing it deeper into her ass. They both groaned as his knot locked and he exploded inside her, setting off another wave of pleasure radiating out from her core all the way to the tips of her fingers. Juno collapsed on the nest, uncaring of Miles’ cum smearing on her skin and sheets, her entire body tingling.

Their care and adoration never let up as she surrendered to their gentle ministrations, bringing her back down to earth.