Page 111 of The Butcher

Not on purpose, not really, and ultimately Nash was ready to defend her honor to our mate if he had to, but we left our girl. Then she went into heat while she was all alone.

She must hate us. “Go,” I say as I help him get his jeans off while he kicks his boots across the room. “I have to grab something, but I’ll be right behind you. Go help our girl.”

My alpha stares at me for a second before he shakes his head again, blinking repeatedly before taking off his glasses and handing them over to me. “Don’t… Don’t be long.”

“I won’t.”

“I…” Nash swallows hard and fists his cock, his pupils blown wide as he looks from me to the door of Indy’s nest. “I don’t want to?—“

“You’ve got this, Nashy.” I give him a quick kiss then turn him toward the closet before making my way to the bedroom door. “I will be right back.”

He’s so damn nervous. Not just about helping Indy through her heat, but being with a female for the first time.

Even as he goes into rut, as his instincts kick into high gear and take over, Nash is still nervous, and he’s worried he’s going to hurt our omega, or somehow disappoint her. That’s why he won’t, though. Nan said that this could get intense, and she said that it can be rough, but she was confident that even in rut, Nash wouldn’t let things get to the point some alphas do.

He’d put Indy first, half crazed from the pheromones or not.

I rush toward the stairs, taking them two at a time the best I can with a rock hard erection slowing me down. I go to our closet and open my dresser, pulling out the things Nash and I bought specifically for this scenario, and if it happened without Bramley around.

Pulling my shirt over my head, I toss it on the floor before I push my sweats down to join it, then plant on the edge of our bed to get rid of my boots and socks. I take the small boxes and quickly make my way back downstairs, rushing to the kitchen to grab the rest of my stash of shit to help our girl through this, tossit all in a cooler, then race to Indy’s nest, my dick bobbing up and down the entire time.

Nan told me this is part of my job as their beta.

She said I’ll have the clearest head in the room, and I laughed in her damn face, but I can already tell she was right. It’ll be important for me to directly help with her heat, but in the moments of rest she’ll have in between knotting, I have to make sure Indy eats, that she stays hydrated, and that she can sleep if at all possible. Our omega won’t be thinking about anything but alpha dick, and Nash was already getting cloudy, so I don’t think he’s going to be much help outside providing her with one.

Which is exactly what he’s doing when I get back to the nest.

Indy is on all fours, facing away from the door, nearly sobbing in between moans as our alpha rails her from behind.

Guess he got over his fears.

Setting up what I keep referring to as the food station, I take the frozen fruit and place it on top of the cooler along with a few bottles of water, and Gatorade. It isn’t nearly enough to sustain her, let alone either of us, but it’s the safest way to keep something in her belly and get some fluids in her whenever I have the chance.

Opening one of the small boxes, and thank fuck I preplanned for this; sterilizing everything ahead of time, and making sure there wouldn’t be reason to leave this room until our girl says we can was genius on my part.

“More,” Indy cries out, moaning as she begs. “Please, more.”

“I’m coming, pretty girl.”

I make my way over to them, ignoring my dick the best I can, even when it grows impossibly harder when I get a good look at what’s going on.

Nash has a hold of one of her hips, his knuckles white from how hard he’s gripping it. He’s looking down at where they’re joined, watching his cock move in and out of Indy’s cunt,slamming into her fast and deep, her slick dripping down his pelvis and thighs as it coats him completely. He has three fingers of his other hand buried in her asshole, moving in and out at the same rhythm he’s pumping into her pussy, and while I’m impressed Nash managed to remember that there are other ways to help, it’s not going to be enough.

Careful not to get in between his dick and her cunt, I slide his fingers out and plant his hand on her other hip, flinching when Indy whines over the loss. I gather as much slick as possible, momentarily amazed by how much of the creamy substance there already is, and how it’s collecting in a puddle underneath them.

I cover the anal plug from one end to the other, making sure to get every bit of silicone, coating the entire thing so it glides in smoothly.

“More,” she sobs, meeting Nash thrust for thrust, dropping to her elbows for leverage.

Indy whimpers and whines, raising her ass in the air, and I take advantage of her position, pressing the knotted plug to that tight ring of muscle, then allow her to essentially fuck it into herself.

I hold my breath once it’s in, silently praying that this helps as much as possible because two of us can only do so much, and I’m even more limited without a knot.

Oh, right.

Moving as quickly as I can, I go back for the second box as soon as our good girl lets out a long winded, almost relieved yes, grab the fancy cock ring I’ll probably end up using at some point, then make my way back to Indy.

I pull her hair up and out of her face, unsticking it from her forehead and cheeks as I drop to my knees in front of her. When I see the tears streaming down her cheeks, and how incrediblyred she is, my heart breaks a little more because we really fucked this up.

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