Chapter Twenty-Seven

CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN

Now Playing: Have Faith In Me- A Day to Remember

My hands dig through my hair for the thousandth time since I fled Omen’s room. The enthralling, molten scent of her perfume still clings to my senses, sinking deep into my soul and stirring all of my barely contained instincts.

As painful as walking away from her was, I know I would have bonded her if I stayed, and the last thing I want is to take her choice away.

Footsteps carry up the stairs, but I ignore them. Nebula has already stopped to check on me a handful of times since we found Omen writhing and pleading on her bed.

The faint hint of sunflower and honeysuckle grows, getting stronger and stronger as my already aching cock hardens to the point of pain. Callisto’s softer cedar scent blends with it, mellowing the stronger floral notes. My eyes snap to the top of the steps and the floor threatens to fall from beneath me when I meet stunning sea green eyes. She’s here, in our room. Awake and aware.

“Are you–” I clear my throat around the lump there. “Are you really okay?”

“Yeah.” My girl shyly tucks several strands of her messy hair behind one ear. “Um, are Nebula and Titan–”

“In the gym.”

“Oh.” She breathes a sigh of relief. My brows pinch hearing the sound. Maybe she’s worried the lingering heat in her scent will be too much for all of us to handle?

“Go ahead, starlight. I’ll be right here if you need me,” Callisto tells her as he gently nudges her further into the room. His dual-toned eyes meet mine and my mouth goes dry at the excitement and hope burning like a wildfire inside of him.

Omen strides across the floor, quickly closing the space between us. She stares up at me through long lashes. The sight of her plush, swollen lips threatens to steal the last of my sanity, but I cling to the thread with every last ounce of strength in my body.

When her teeth dig into the bottom one, her hands clasped tightly in front of her, I snap. My arms wrap around her shoulders and pull her against me. “Fuck, gorgeous, I could spend a million lifetimes expressing my remorse for the ways I’ve hurt you and it still wouldn’t be enough.”

“As long as you’re trying…”

“I won’t just try, sweet girl. As soon as you’re ready, I’ll be glued to your side until the end of time.” I breathe in her scent, letting the warmth of her body pressed against mine steal some of the lingering tension in my limbs. If she’s here, willing to give us a chance, that’s all that matters. We won’t fuck up again.

“I’m ready.” She whispers the words so softly I can barely hear them, yet they strike me like a bolt of lightning. My mind whirls, wondering if I misheard her. She can’t possibly mean– not after my partial bond mark caused the chemical rejection and Nebula bonded her during a rut.

“Alpha,” the sound of her voice snaps me out of my downward spiral. She’s in my arms, legs wrapped around my waist and her nose pressed against mine. “I need you to fix it. Say that you will make the pain go away. Please.”

“No.” She reels back but I hold her against me tighter. “No begging. We are the ones who will plead for your forgiveness. You never have to beg us for anything.”

“C’mon starlight, let’s get you into your nest.” Callisto pulls her into his arms and crosses the room to stand outside of the door to her nest. When she slides to her feet, he hovers nervously at her side. I can feel his anxiety as it pours off of him in waves. My sweet beta is afraid she won’t like it.

“Oh, wow,” she whispers in an awed tone. Her eyes are wide as they move from one spot to the next, taking in all of the changes he made. She turns to him, tears shimmering in those mesmerizing green orbs.“You did this?”

“I wanted you to have the nest of your dreams. Whenever you were ready to use it.”

She hesitates for a moment in the doorway. We both release a sigh of relief when she slowly moves all the way inside. Her fingers trail over the starry curtain lights and across the blankets piled on the bed. She picks one up and buries her face in it. “It even smells like you.”

“We figured it would feel more like home if it wasn’t filled with the scent of laundry detergent.”

I pull Callisto against me and press a kiss to his temple. “You did such a great fucking job caring for our Omega, songbird,” I whisper against his skin. When his cheeks flame a deep red and he smiles at me I feel the first stirrings of arousal building along my spine. For the first time in weeks, I don’t question the thought of seeking pleasure. If my girl is here and asking me to bond her, I’m allowed to enjoy it.

“May we enter your nest, omega?” I call out as she gets further away.

She turns to look at me over her shoulder, her flushed cheeks and wide eyes make her look stunning in the dim lightning. “Yes.”

That one word has me going from sporting semi to rock hard. Fuck I can’t believe this is happening. I’m torn between feeling unfit for the role of her alpha and exhilaration knowing I will finally get to bond her. Fully this time, not the partial mark I accidentally ruined her with last time.

Once I sink my teeth into her skin tonight, she won’t ever be rid of me. She owns every molecule in my body and each shattered piece of my soul.

We lean against the massive round bed watching her take in all of the little pieces of the nest Cal built her. The bookshelves I filled with her favorite titles and the snack cabinet fully stocked with nutrient-dense snacks for her heat. A small circular star projector Nebula picked for her. The dark gray macramé hanging chair Titan installed in the corner.

When she reaches the back wall where the windows to the outside are covered in sliding black-out blinds, her fingers stall on the framed pictures Callisto printed.

“How did you find these?” she asks, turning to look at us with watery eyes.

“Several of them are from Bea, but your sister gave me a few too.” We both step closer and look at them too. Omen and Bea at a Candy Courage concert in matching band shirts. The two of them with Foster dancing at a nightclub. Young Omen standing with her sister in their dated church wear.

My favorite is the sneaky shot of the five of us at the beach in Norfolk Bea had taken. It’s a bittersweet reminder of how things should be between us.

Knocking at the door pulls our attention away from the images. Nebula studies us, careful not to come into the room without an invitation. “Hey, babygirl. What do you think?”

“It’s perfect,” she admits quietly.

There’s still hesitation between the two of them, even after the heat spike he helped her through a few days ago. Neb nods his head, grinning at her. The lines around his eyes are still tight, showing his lingering regret. Tension fills the air between them, both struggling to speak.

She walks around the room again, but her attention is still riveted to the alpha standing in the doorway. “I asked Nexus to bond me,” Omen finally blurts.

It’s easy to see my alpha mate is struggling with this news. The longing etched across his face barely rivals what I can feel flowing through his bond, but there is resignation as well. He believes she didn’t get to choose him the way she is with me. His rut and her heat spike drove their instincts to take over and make the decision for them.

He’s wrong though. She still gets to choose him since their bond is incomplete.

For now, though, combating her chemical rejection is our priority. Groveling and winning her back can come later.

“Anything you want, babygirl. I think–” Nebula clears his throat awkwardly. “It will probably be best if Callisto stays in the room with you this time.”

Omen is stiff where she stands across the room from us, her eyes wide. I don’t think my gorgeous girl expected Neb to be okay with me bonding her. She expected him to fight her on it, to try to complete their bond first as our pack’s alpha.

“Being with you could trigger Nexus’ rut.”

Her shoulders relax. “And if he goes into a rut it would likely trigger my heat. I hadn’t considered that.”

“May I come in, Omega?” When Omen nods, he steps into the room and crosses to where she stands with her arms wrapped around her waist. For a moment, I’m reminded of the way they were before, the fire always simmering between them. His thumb digs into her chin as he forces her to face him.

God that’s fucking hot. I can easily picture his fingers indenting her skin the same way while he’s guiding his cock into her mouth.

Shit, maybe I shouldn’t be the one in here with her after all. It’s been too long since I’ve been this turned on. I’m liable to throw myself into a rut to get this pent-up need out of my body.

“I’ve got you, Alpha,” Callisto whispers against my ear when he wraps himself around my back. I can feel his hard length pressing against my ass and I damn near whimper at the feel of it. Fuck, I wish he would rip my jeans off and take my cock down his throat, sucking me down until I see stars dancing around our girl.

So lost in my growing arousal I miss whatever Nebula says to ease Omen’s fear. I don’t miss him slamming his lips to hers in a bruising kiss though, and Fates dammit if I don’t nearly come in my pants like a teenager watching his first porno. She’s swaying slightly as he backs away, her fingers pressed to her lips. Hell yes, Alpha, show our girl exactly how much we want her.

Nebula pauses to whisper in Callisto’s ear behind me. I’m too lost in the dark spiral of inadequacy building in my mind to focus on what he is saying. Squeezing my shoulder in support, he leaves the room, pulling the nest door shut behind him.

Suddenly, it feels like I’m overheating. What am I supposed to do now? Last time my instincts kicked in, driven by her heat scent, but right now they’re annoyingly quiet. Running a hand through my hair, I sigh. I don’t want to fail her again.

Callisto’s hands drift up my arms before sliding down my chest across my smutty romance tee. I can feel Omen watching us. It’s a heady feeling having her attention riveted on me while our beta tortures me. His fingers dip beneath the hem of my shirt and he slowly lifts it, revealing my abs for her to drool over.

He tosses my shirt aside before returning his hands to my waist. The slightest, breathiest sound slips from Omen’s mouth when Cal flicks open the button of my jeans. A shudder rolls down my spine as my dick jerks from the slightest brush against it. I’m so turned on I can feel the pre-cum leaking from my tip as it smears onto my thigh.

Shuffling my jeans to the floor, Callisto places one hand on my shoulder and guides me to my knees. “Crawl to our Omega.” A shiver wracks my body as he speaks the command against my skin. “Beg for her forgiveness. Earn your place as her Alpha by devouring her sweet pussy until she’s writhing in pleasure.”

The room is suffocated in Omen’s sunflower and honeysuckle scent. It’s sweet with a sickly tint from her rejection, but I try not to focus on the pain we’ve caused her. Right here, right now our only goal is to bring her endless, orgasmic bliss.

Dropping my hands to the floor, I slowly make my way to where Omen stands a few feet away. One hand before the next. Do I put a little extra sway in my hips to stir up my beta’s arousal too? Fucking hell yes I do. We’re going to let this bonding devolve into a love fest to rival the ages!

When I reach Omen, I sit back on my heels, legs spread wide to showcase my bulging cock hidden beneath a pair of tight, black lace boxer briefs.

“Walking out of that hotel room after your heat was the most difficult thing I’ve ever done,” I speak slowly, my head bowed and my neck tilted in submission to my omega. I won’t look up at her until she deems me worthy of the chance to admire her beauty. “It was also the stupidest decision I could have ever made. I should have chosen you. I knew Titan had my back, he’d already told me to go to you, but I thought I needed Callisto and Nebula to agree too. I thought I could convince them to give you a chance to explain everything. Never in a million lifetimes did I imagine my actions would hurt you so deeply.

“I don’t deserve to be your alpha. To hold your bond in my heart. If there was another way to stop the chemical rejection, I wouldn’t oppose you taking that option.” Taking a deep breath, I drop my upper torso to the floor, prostrating myself before her. My omega is both executioner and jury, whatever she deems will be. I’ll go a lifetime wearing a cock cage and never doing more than pleasuring her with my tongue and fingers if she asks it of me. “But there isn’t, so I’ll take responsibility for the damage we’ve caused you. I’ll give you the bond you need to survive, and this time I promise to always be by your side.”

Omen’s breath shudders out of her in a whoosh as her knees collapse beneath her. I jump to my knees, catching her against me. Trembling lips press together as she leans her head against mine. “Please, Alpha,” she begs. Another burst of her perfume fills the room, stirring my instincts to the surface. I let them take control.

There’s no holding back this time. Tonight I’m going to worship my omega like the goddess she is, then I’ll sink my teeth into her pretty skin and bind her to me for eternity.

Callisto appears beside us, helping me strip her oversized shirt off. As soon as she’s bare, I scoop her into my arms and lay her across the plush material of her nest bed. The fever from her heat spike with Cal hasn’t fully faded yet, so I don’t rush. We can’t risk triggering a full heat. Not yet.

I pull her ass to the edge of the bed, and still on my knees, I shower her in pleasure. Her taste is more addicting than I remember. A groan falls from my lips as I dive between her folds and devour her. Sharp nips and firm licks have her squirming against me, those thick legs wrap around my head and I could die happy.

I’m already in heaven so why would it matter if I suffocated between my omega’s thighs?

Three orgasms, one after the other, are enough to have her pleading, begging for my knot. I’m not a patient enough alpha to deny her. Not that I would even if I had the patience of a saint. My sweet girl deserves endless pleasure to replace all the pain she’s endured.

Standing, I crawl over top of her, using one arm beneath her back to haul her further into the center of the bed. “I love you, Omen. I’ve loved you from the moment we met, and I promise to love you for every second hereafter, too.” Her eyes flare wide, shock, doubt, and pain radiating through them. “You don’t believe me yet, and that’s okay. I’ll keep reminding you every day, every hour until I earn your trust back. Every ounce of my soul belongs to you, gorgeous.”

Cal watches us from the side. His dual toned eyes blown wide with his own lust. I smirk when they drift from her luscious tits to my weeping cock. “Touch her, songbird. Help me rock our girl’s world.”

Biting his lip he looks to Omen first, not wanting to cross any boundaries. “Please, Cal,” she whimpers. One hand reaches for him and that’s all it takes for his restraint to snap. His lips are on hers seconds later, swallowing her whines with the sweetest kiss.

Wrapping her legs around my waist, I slip a pillow beneath her hips and line myself up with her entrance. “Isn’t he beautiful?” Cal asks. I peek up to see both of their eyes glued to me. Omen’s run over the line of piercings on the underside of my cock. Her tongue darts across her lips and I nearly cum on the spot.

My self-control is tested when Callisto’s palm wraps around my knot, guiding me into our girl’s tight cunt. “He’s going to feel so good stretching you out. Letting those piercings rub against your walls.”

Omen moans long and low as I bottom out. I freeze, panting and shaking. Fuck, Nex, think of naked grandmas or crying puppies or some shit. Don’t come like a fucking teenager just from feeling your girl wrapped around your cock. My mental scolding works, the urgent need to come fading into the background for now.

I grip one of her hips with one hand and knead one of her breasts with the other as I pull out and slowly push back in. She’s so tight and wet and fucking lava hot. It’s amazing. Perfection in the form of a dark haired, green-eyed beauty.

“You feel so fucking good choking my cock with this sweet little pussy. He’s returned home, you’ll never be able to get rid of him now, sweet girl. You’ll have to learn to live with me buried knot deep inside of you.”

“Nex,” she groans, her hips lifting to meet each of my thrusts. She has one hand buried in Cal’s hair holding him to her breast, the other claws at the bedding. I slam into her harder, jolting her body against the mattress and she moans. “More. Harder. Fucking break me.”

I pound into her as hard as my inner alpha and I feel comfortable with. Neither of us plans on breaking her, which is a real possibility given the weak state her body is in. Instead, I move faster, practically rutting into her. I move a thumb down to rub against her clit, building her pleasure into a fevered peak.

“That’s it. You’re doing so fucking good for me, Omega. So perfect for your mates. Are you going to come? Soak my cock in your sweet slick and take my knot deep inside this pussy?”

“Yes,” she keens. “Please give me your knot!”

I slam into her once, twice, and she shatters. Her back tries to bow off the bed but Callisto is there to hold her. As her pleasure starts to fade, the pulse of her walls slowing, I pull back one final time and thrust into her, lodging my knot inside of her entrance. Her head falls back, a silent scream slipping from her lips as it begins to expand forcing her orgasm to go longer and longer.

Cal quickly rolls to the side as I collapse on top of her, careful to keep my full weight off of her body.

My mouth finds her neck, a spot right above Nebula’s mark; my tongue runs across the skin, tasting her salty sweat before my teeth sink into her flesh. Blood coats my teeth as the bond starts to snap in place. Her calming, smoky silver thread weaves with my own bright yellow, stretching and connecting us in ways I started to believe we’d never experience.

“Fuck,” I grunt as I come. My seed flows into her, leaking around the edges of my knot with how much I’m coming. Our pleasure is reflected in our bond, amplifying the sensations. “So Fates damned perfect. You’re mine. My omega. My everything.”