Chapter Twenty-Nine

CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE

Now Playing: All I Want- A Day To Remember

Nexus dances into the kitchen, shirtless and bearing the evidence of his time with our omega. Jealousy and self-loathing are angry beasts clawing at my ribcage. I wish I had been able to be in the nest with them, but I know I haven’t earned that right. She doesn’t trust me enough to sleep in the same bed as her, let alone touch her beautiful body.

My mistakes weigh heavily on my shoulders, but I force myself to keep moving.

“Cally boy mentioned you had dinner plans?” he asks, propping himself against the counter beside me.

Standing so close I can see the clear outline of Omen’s mark on his chest. She accepted him as her alpha. She chose him. A fact that stings fiercely each time I see my own bite mark in her throat.

Despite my own bonding issues, it is relieving to know Nexus’ bond should prevent her from spiraling further from the chemical rejection. With her life no longer in danger from the rejection, we can put a better effort toward earning her trust back.

“Yeah,” I grunt. It’s difficult to force myself to turn away from him when he is still soaked in her scent while my instincts are on edge. Opening the fridge, I grab the bowl of marinating pork I’d sliced up earlier. “Is she hungry now?”

“Probably. After the heat spike and bonding, she’ll need to eat something to replenish her energy.”

Sliding the bowl onto the island, I grab the rice cooker from the lower cabinet and plug it in. Falling into the monotony of cooking helps clear the cumbersome emotions their bonding stirs up. Nexus jumps in to help me slice fresh vegetables to pair with the traditional sweet and sour pork I am frying on the stove.

When everything is ready to be plated, I send him upstairs to grab Omen and Callisto from their bath. Yet another way one of my mates is connecting with her when I can’t. Finding the middle ground to create something belonging to only the two of us is more difficult than I originally imagined. All I can do is cook for her, a task I gladly do to care for all of my mates.

Before I put the plates on the table, I grab a pen and use our fated connection to let Titan know dinner is ready. He was out on the driveway washing his bike, so it might be several minutes before he joins us.

Omen, Callisto, and Nexus walk in as I’m sliding the last dish of extra food onto the table. Her stomach growls loudly, bringing an intoxicating shade of red to her pale skin.

“Do you need help with anything else?” Callisto asks me. His shoulder-length hair is still damp from his shower, soaking the top of his shirt.

“Gotta grab drinks,” I grumble.

“Wine?”

“Sure. Rosé or a light white.” He nods and heads into the pantry to grab a bottle for us to share over dinner. I grab the glasses and bring them over. “Callisto is grabbing a bottle of wine, is that alright or would you like something else to drink?”

Omen blinks up at me, her light sea green eyes wide. “Oh, um, wine should be fine.”

Titan joins us a few minutes later after drinks have been poured. He presses a kiss to the top of her head before dropping into his seat. “Smells incredible, Neb,” he compliments.

Omen groans around her first bite. “It tastes better than incredible,” she mumbles. When she offers me a soft smile, I damn near melt on the spot. I’d forgotten food is one of her love languages. Maybe I can work with this after all.

When my phone rings after dinner, hope soars in my bonds, but disappointment follows when we realize it is only Brady calling.

“Hey, kid. I know this is last minute, but Primordial Covenant is booked to play a show in Buffalo this weekend. It’s a fundraiser for the victims rescued from the lab in New Hampshire.”

Running a hand through my short blonde hair, I hesitate to respond. Not because we don’t want to play, we do, but because of Omen. Will she be up for a trip to Buffalo? I don’t know if any of us could leave her behind right now. Nexus and I certainly couldn’t, not so soon after bonding her.

“Alright, I’ll let the others know. Send me the details, please.”

We end the call at the same time an email beeps through the speaker. Glancing it over, I start to make a plan. Our head of security, Lincoln, will help us keep our girl safe. Maybe she’d even want to take her camera and do some work of her own.

“We have a gig,” I announce as I walk into the living room, unintentionally interrupting their conversation. “Friday. In Buffalo.”

“Hell yeah,” Nexus cheers. “Ready to see us in action again, sweet girl?”

“You could bring your camera and photograph the show, if you want,” I offer.

“I don’t think I’d be up for so much physical activity,” she tells me with a shake of her head. “But I can watch from the wings.”

Calm wraps around my body hearing her quickly agree to attend with us. Having her nearby will help prevent the four of us from spending the whole performance worrying about her.

“This also means we will need to take some time this week to practice.” Nexus groans, but I hold up my hand to cut him off.

“Which we can do in the studio downstairs.”

They all seem to relax after that. I’m glad I had the forethought to turn the old office into a sound room. Leaving the house isn’t always going to be a possibility for our pack when we need to record or practice. Especially not close to our girl’s heats.

Sweat soaks my t-shirt, making the material stick miserably to my skin. Sitting my bass aside, I rip it up over my head and toss it into the corner. We’ve been practicing for well over an hour now.

It’s exhilarating performing in such a small space with Omen’s eyes on us. Titan pulled in one of the chairs from the library for her to curl up on, and she’s been entranced by our performance the entire time. She’s even mouthed along to the words, reminding all of us our music reached her long before we ever met.

Maybe we can use music to reach her again.

“Let’splay something new. Show our gorgeous girl what we’ve been working on,” Nexus tells us, throwing Omen a wink as he guzzles down half a bottle of water. She gives him a sleepy grin in return.

“This will be the last one,” I demand. “We all need some rest after this.” And our omega is going to wind up passing out in her chair, which may look soft and cozy but would still be painful to sleep on.

They all agree and Tee counts us in. The music takes over, flowing from my bass with barely a thought. It’s always been this way for me. As soon as I play one of Callisto’s songs twice, my body remembers the notes. I bang my head in time with the heavy drum beats from Titan behind me, excitement building as we get closer to the breakdown.

Nexus sings a long note, climbing in octaves over several seconds. He repeats the chorus again, the words spoken so they almost sound like he’s rapping, and then it comes: the vocal he’s been working on. My eyes are glued to Omen so I get to watch her reaction in real time. The way her jaw drops and she shoots upright. Her green eyes are wide and sparkling with surprise.

When the song comes to an end a few minutes later, Nexus beams at her. We all set aside our instruments to crowd around her. Titan and I hold back several steps from our other mates so we don’t completely overwhelm her.

“Was that–did you blegh?!” she asks.

“Caleb’s been teaching me. Do you like that, sweet girl?” The shit-eating grin on his lips makes my cock swell. It’s been far too long since I’ve put my bratty mate in his place. “Wait until you hear Nebula’s version. Fucking panty-drenching!”

Omen’s eyes wander to me, and I offer her a half grin. “I’ll let you hear it one day, babygirl,” I promise. “For now though, you are exhausted. Let’s get you back to your nest so you can sleep.”

While Nex and Cal help her back upstairs, Titan and I take our time shutting off the lights and making sure the doors are locked up.

After those mercenaries tried to capture Omen at the cemetery, we had a security company install an advanced security system with motion detectors on every window and at all of the entrances, even the door to the enclosed patio up front. We’re taking as many precautions as we can to keep our girl safe.

With the house locked up, we join our mates upstairs. Seeing the closed nest door hurts my heart, but I know my girl isn’t ready for me to join her. For now, Titan and I will sleep out here. Close enough we can be there in a second if she needs us.

The bed dips as someone climbs between us. The soft scent of cedar and violet relaxes my tense limbs.

“I think your Alpha needs a distraction. Are you going to be a good boy and help him out?” Titan’s wide palm wraps around Cal’s throat, pulling our beta back against his chest. Arousal stirs along my spine, my cock straining to escape my boxer briefs.

Watching Callisto melt in submission always leaves me in awe. His muscles relax one by one until he’s soft and pliant, and his eyes get heavy-lidded as he starts to anticipate the pleasure our control promises.

Titan’s free hand slips into Cal’s sweats, gripping his length and pumping him in long, dragging motions that quickly have whimpers slipping from our beta’s lips. “What do you think, Neb? Want to sink into our good boy’s ass while I choke on his cock?”

“Fuck yes,” I grunt, already shoving my boxers off and reaching for the lube we stashed in the bedside table.

By the time I turn back to my packmates, Titan has Callisto naked and kneeling on all fours over top of him. The sight of Tee swallowing Cal’s cock nearly has me coming like a damn preteen. I shuffle forward, careful not to kneel on Titan’s hair as I press myself against Callisto’s back.

The room fills with the heavenly groans and gasps of my mate as I stretch him to take me. One finger, two, three, then four. I need to be knotted deep inside of his ass. To feel him shatter around me as I force him over the edge again and again.

“Alpha, please,” he begs. Sweat soaks his forehead where he is leaning against the headboard, and his eyes are already dazed. The need shining through them travels down our bond and amplifies my own, snapping what is left of my restraint.

“You want my cock, babyboy? Want me to stretch this tight hole until you can feel me in your throat?” His skin dimples beneath my fingers as I grip his hips and start to press inside of him. Fucking Fates, the warm grip of his ass on my dick is worship of the headiest variety. I may be the god he’s pledged a lifetime of devotion to, but he’s the blood that keeps my heart pumping.

“Look at you, taking all of Nebula’s thick cock. You’re such a good boy for your Alphas.”

Callisto’s arms shake as he tries to balance on Titan’s chest to meet all of my thrusts, but my alpha packmate isn’t having it. He grips Cal’s waist, locking him in place and forcing him to endure whatever pace we set. I’m entranced watching him lap around Cal’s tip, tongue sliding down his length before he swallows him to the base again.

A husky moan slips through Callisto’s lips as he comes for the first time, the sound turning pleading as we push him higher. He barrels into another release, one strong enough to have him collapsing. I wrap my arms around his shoulders and pull him up against my chest, giving Titan the chance to slip to his knees.

They kiss, the sound of the sloppy press of their lips as lewd as the glide of my cock deep inside of my beta’s ass. Titan meets my eyes over Cal’s shoulder and I know with just that look what he needs. It’s my turn to wrap my hand around Callisto’s throat and lock him in place as Titan shoves his shorts down and starts jerking himself off.

Rapid flicks of his wrist match the pace of my frenzied thrusts until his head is falling back. Sticky white cum paints Callisto’s chest and stomach, dripping down to coat his semi-hard cock.

When Titan drags his fingers through the mess and presses them into Cal’s mouth, deep enough to make our beta gag, I explode. One harsh snap of my hips has my knot slipping into Callisto’s ass and locking us together. My cum leaks out around my knot, mixing in the evidence of our love on the bed.