56. Oliver

56

OLIVER

M aybe I should feel awkward or guilty about the vibes between me and Vincent, but I don't. Not enough to make me weird around Emmett, at least. Plus, my alpha hasn't stopped looking like he's ready to eat me since Amaya and Vincent bolted upstairs.

It's been a while, enough time for us to eat a couple meals, and Samuel to take a couple walks around the neighborhood for fresh air. Conversation hasn't been flowing much, but I'm not all that bothered by it. I could listen to my omega's pleasure-filled screams all day, which is far more than I can say for Emmett.

I'm surprised Em hasn't gone outside since it smells like an Amaya sex grenade went off in every room of the house, but he's channeling all that pent up energy. While Samuel stomps through the neighborhood to cool off, my alpha paces the edges of Amaya's home, continuously checking the windows and doors.

It's endearing and pretty damn sexy.

I'm watching him while sipping on a glass of bourbon, thank you, Paul, when Emmett collapses on the cushion beside me.

"Wear yourself out, then?" I tease.

Snatching my drink, his heated gaze pins me in place as he steals a gulp. My throat bobs in time with his swallow. Never have I seen my alpha look so predatory in my fucking life, and I am so here for it.

"Beta," Emmett drawls, crossing his legs.

Leaning back and feigning nonchalance, I mimic his tone. "Alpha."

His striking brown eyes narrow on me with a warning that sends a delicious chill down my spine. "Time for you to explain."

"Explain what?" I reply innocently as I peel his fingers from my glass. Another sip burns my throat and nerves all at once.

A low rumble sounds from his throat. "Don't make me force it out of you, Oliver."

I smirk, enjoying the tension between us and the alpha currently fucking my omega upstairs. Pushing my alpha right now means his dick in my ass, and we agreed not to do anything in Amaya's home. It's her safe space. She doesn't need our bare asses tainting her couch with our sweat and cum. At least not yet.

Sighing, I relent, tucking my right leg up on the couch so I'm facing Emmett. "I honestly don't know. Vincent's sexy, and that moment caught me by surprise. Is that okay?" I ask hesitantly, knowing his alpha is riding him hard.

Emmett studies me thoughtfully. Slowly, he nods. "That's okay."

"It is?"

He tucks a wayward curl off my forehead and gives me a soft smile. "Yes, Oli. We talked about the possibility of opening our pack and our relationship, remember?"

Biting the inside of my cheek, I shift nervously and ask the question I never thought I would. "But do you...do you maybe like him too?"

A chuckle falls from his lips, relaxing me once again. "I don't know. But I do know I wouldn't mind those abs and tattoos in our bed."

Oh fuck .

My mouth opens, but the roar that ricochets through the walls doesn't come from me. I'm on my feet so fast I swear my heart falls out of my ass. Emmett isn't far behind me as I leap over the couch, but the bond in our chest has me whirling around on him.

That wasn't a sound of pleasure, that was pure alpha panic, and unfortunately, Emmett is too on edge to let it go.

Stopping Emmett with my hands on his chest, I throw all my weight into keeping him from running up those stairs. Amaya's up there, and I can logically understand that adding another feral, panicking alpha to her nest will only make things worse.

"Emmett, stop!" I shout, shoving him, but he's bigger and wider than me, plus he's got an alpha riding his behavior while I'm just me. "Alpha!"

"MOVE!"

"No!" I snap, but I'm losing ground, my socks sliding along the hardwood floors as he continues forward. "Stop, Em. She doesn't need more feral energy. You'll send her into distress."

He bares his teeth at me, looking nothing like the man I love. I can feel myself pale even with the exertion of the energy I’m expending trying to make him see reason. But I can't stop him. It's impossible to get between an alpha and his mate, even if the one between them is their bonded. Emmett's lost to his alpha.

I'm cursing obscenities and freaking the fuck out when the door flies open. "What the fuck is going on in here?!" Samuel is flying through the foyer before I can blink and ripping my mate off of me.

"Amaya—" I gasp out, hiking a finger over my shoulder, but Emmett cuts me off with another throaty growl.

I purse my lips in distaste, not enjoying this side of my alpha. Thankfully, Samuel has a good hold on him and locks Emmett in a chokehold to keep him at bay.

"Go!" Sam urges.

I'm bolting up the stairs without a thank you and follow my nose to Amaya's bedroom. I barge into her room and close the door behind me before rushing to the entryway of her nest. Amaya's scent forces me to swallow the saliva tingling in my jaw, but there's no point in adjusting my dick when it just springs back up, rock hard and ready to go.

Part of me thinks about hesitating, but the muffled, frantic conversation through the door keeps me moving forward. The slightest crack of the door unleashes a torrent of horny omega and lemon musk, but I power through, forcing my shaky legs to enter her nest.

What I don't expect is a pillow slapping me in the face, yet I scramble to catch it just to keep it pressed against my nose. I refrain from being a creep and take in the scene before me. If I thought my cock was hard before, it's practically weeping for her like a male omega with slick seeping from my slit. Fucking hell .

Amaya is a vision all sweaty and naked, kneeling in the middle of her nest. It takes me a moment too long to stop drooling over her sweet curves.

"Oliver," Amaya snarls, punching the mattress with a little fit. My eyes immediately snap to hers, where I'm surprised to find enough clarity for her to scold me. "If there wasn't a problem, I would unleash my omega on you so fucking fast for entering my nest without my permission.”

"Shit," I hiss. The one thing I shouldn't have forgotten, and I did.

"Yeah, shit ," she mocks, her snarking tone doing little to calm my raging hard-on down.

"I'm sorry, baby. I just..." I trail off, finally looking at Vincent, also on his knees, but where Amaya's head is held high, Vincent's is hung between his shoulder. "What's happened?" I ask quietly, mildly afraid now.

Amaya deflates, and reaches for her alpha, tugging his hands away from his sharp ass cheek bones. God, he's sexy . Giving myself a metaphorical slap, and blaming the pheromones soaking the nest, I kneel on the wood floorboards surrounding her mattress.

"Vincent," Maya murmurs, petting him. Vincent's inconsolable, muttering under his breath and shaking his head like he refuses to hear his omega.

Amaya stiffens a moment before her scent sharpens and slick coats the sheets beneath her. She turns her pleading gaze on me. "Oli, please help him. I–my heat?—"

"Shhh," I hum and crawl towards them. "Vince, man, what's going on?"

He shakes his head rapidly. I bite my lip, uncertain, but I need to take control for both of them. Amaya's holding onto her lucidity by a thread and I'm pretty sure we need to get this worked out before she's fucking herself on his knot while he continues his downward spiral.

"He… um," Amaya hesitates, shifting and rubbing her thighs together. "I was a virgin."

Oh. I frown, trying really damn hard not to get jealous at the implication. Her eyes flick down to his cock and my attention follows, immediately seeing the tinge of red. Oh!

Okay, I think I understand. "Amaya, keep talking to him okay, I'll be right back." She looks nervous and on the verge of tears when I duck out of the bedroom, then rush to get a few wet rags.

I'm back as fast as possible, and offer them to Amaya, but she's shaking like a leaf. "Oli," she pleads, her eyes heating and cooling rapidly with the battle she's fighting.

"Okay. Okay, baby, I got you both. Just keep breathing." Swiping the warm cloth over her sticky thighs, I wipe away some blood. "Amaya, this was consensual, right?” I whisper.

I have to know before I turn my attention to the alpha who took her virginity.

"Yes, of course. I wanted it, and I'm so happy we did. I just— He didn't know I hadn't..."

I nod and nudge her to lie down while I take care of a remorseful Vincent. "You rest for a bit," I direct.

Once she's curled up under a pile of fuzzy blankets, I approach Vincent, who is now zoning out and watching his omega.

"Vincent," I begin. "I'm gonna clean you up, alright? Let’s not snap my neck when I touch the behemoth between your legs, kay?" I tease, trying to make myself feel better.

His eyes flick to me quickly but they're back on Amaya in a spit second. Reaching forward, I use a clean cloth to clean his lower stomach first, mildly afraid to touch his boner.

The first touch of the towel has his cock twitching, much to my surprise, but I ignore it and my response of desire. "Amaya wanted you, Vincent. You didn't hurt her. You did exactly what your omega needed and wanted ."

I continue to talk Vincent through what happened as I clean up the blood I can see in the low lighting of her nest. "You did good, Alpha," I praise, and jolt when his heads snaps toward me, a low growl of approval on his lips.

I sit frozen, my hand mere inches from his cock as his hot fingers wrap around my wrist. "Drop the cloth," he demands so low, I almost fucking groan.

I do as he says, enjoying the dominance rolling off of him and closing around me in a thick cloud of edible lemon. My fresh summer scent breezes toward him and swirls through his aura, happy to oblige his commands.

Licking my lips, I wait for his next order. I hold my breath as my hand dips in his grasp, wondering if he'll have me touch his cock like I'm hoping. Instead, he yanks me forward, a sexy fucking smirk splitting his lips right before he grabs the back of my neck and throws me on all fours in front of Amaya.

"Little mate," he purrs behind me. "We are gonna have a conversation about your perfect little cherry coating my cock later, but what shall we do with the beta who enjoyed cleaning me up, huh?"

Amaya writhes, her scent spiking one more time and coating my tongue as I pant out a breath between them. I don't know what the fuck is happening, but I love it.

"I—" Maya's chest heaves as she throws the blanket off of her, and, holy fucking shit, her pussy is soaked . "I'm dirty again, Beta," she purrs, eerie eyes challenging me with her tiny fucking pupils.

Vincent hums, the vibrations traveling from his hand on the back of my neck and the grip still holding one arm behind my back. I don't know if I'm going to survive them, but I will absolutely die trying.

Heat presses into my back. "You heard her, Oliver, didn't you?" Vincent says hotly in my ear. "Amaya?"

"Oli, please," my omega pleads, arching her back and plucking her gorgeous nipple with one hand while the other spreads her pretty cunt. "Clean me up?"

" Fuuuuuck ye ?—"

I don't even fucking care that I don't have any air left in my lungs as I'm shoved tongue first into heaven.