Page 115 of Knight Life In Vegas

I laughed to myself as I vacated the en suite and disappeared into the kitchen. Everyone could probably use something to eat, but getting an omega in heat to consume anything that wasn’t a cock was a task in itself.

I inhaled one of the meals myself while a second one warmed for Dylan. We didn’t have any electrolyte solutions, so I squeezed a few juice boxes into a water bottle and added a sprinkle of sea salt to make my own version.

When I returned to the nest, Charlotte was pinned and knotted beneath Eduardo, purring happily and barely visible amid all of the blankets. Francisco still managed to sleep through it all.

“Come on, pet.” I reached for Charlotte. “We need to get a few calories into you.”

Eduardo was entirely uncooperative, but I eventually managed to get him to flip over so Charlotte was on top. I pushed against the urge to bury myself back into her willing body. Instead, I let her weight rest against me, cradling her throat while I held the bottle and straw to her lips, feeling every swallow.

“Good girl,” I whispered in her ear. “Drink all of it.”

She was so beautifully obedient in bed. I didn’t blame her one bit for wanting to let go when she felt safe. Raising children meant she was faced with a thousand decisions a day, and that was exhausting even at the best of times. Now she had no decisions to make. Our omega only had to do as we said and she thrived on it.

Eduardo blinked rapidly, drawing my attention, his eyes clear for the first time since he had claimed her right back when she bit him.

“You’re alive,” Dylan joked, walking in with his half-eaten food.

Eduardo groaned. “I feel like I’ve been hit by a truck.”

“A truck named Charlotte.” Dylan grinned and offered his packmate a bite of food. Eduardo chewed thoughtfully and Dylan passed a piece of chicken to Charlotte, but she turned away from it.

“Be good, pet,” I crooned in her ear. “You’ll feel better if you eat a little something.”

She pouted.

Dylan rose up, moving until his cock was in front of her face. “If you’re not going to eat food, I have something else you can put in your mouth.”

Her lips parted, ready to receive him, but instead of his tip, he brought his hand down quickly and popped the chicken on her tongue.

I closed my hand over her mouth. “Chew and swallow.”

She grumbled but followed the command.

“That’s our good girl.”

We didn’t manage to get too much more into her before her heat-hazed omega brain caught on that we were tricking her. Some was better than none, though.

I held her close and managed to ignore her pleas for me to fuck her. She would turn me into a two-pump chump if I got back inside her right now, and we all needed more rest than we were getting.

“You should sleep.” I nuzzled her cheek.

“Knot.”

Eduardo let out a laugh. “You’re literally on my knot right now.”

“Moreknot,” she demanded.

Francisco stirred, blinking his dark eyes up at her. “That could be arranged.”

And that was the beauty of a pack. Charlotte never had to go without, and I never had to worry that I wasn’t enough for her.

Beau was out like a light. Dylan was awake, but barely. Chico was pretty chipper after a few hours of rest, but I was flagging.

I had helped out during an omega heat before, but it was a whole different experience with a scent match. Charlotte was a goddess beneath me, each cry fueling the hormones that kept meawake and moving. I had flooded her cunt and knotted her more times than I could count on this little sleep, but I still craved her.

She looked up at me like I was a god. Driving her to ecstasy was as natural as breathing and I never wanted to stop. During the brief periods I had enough capacity to actually think, I tried to remind myself to savor every second. The odds of her continuing to have heats after this were low. Maybe it was just a fluke, her body responding to scent matches in proximity and making sure we all bonded while it was still a possibility.

While I could have lived the rest of my lifetime with her unbonded, I didn’t relish the thought. She was everywhere within me. Tendrils of Charlotte caressed my soul and curled around my heart. Maybe it was too early, and maybe she wasn’t anywhere near ready to say the words, but what I feltfromher, and from the othersforher, sure as hell felt a lot like love.

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