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I know she wants me to do ASL before I type things out, so eventually we don’t have to rely on the tablet as much, but I don’tthink she’s of the mind to use her brain more than she has to. I type something out she might not like:The others would have real knots for you.
Raeka whines, “Yeah, but… what if they—”
They care about you. They want to make you happy. Let them.Never thought I’d have to convince the girl I love she should let my uncle and another alpha come fuck her, but then again, I never imagined being in a pack, either.
A real pack. A pack where you share everything.
I don’t enjoy the thought of seeing my uncle naked, but if he can help her, I can learn to get over it.
When she doesn’t say a thing, when she only continues to ride that silicone knot, I type out,Three of us can tire you out a lot faster than one of us. I’m sure they’re dying downstairs. It’s okay to be scared, but they won’t hurt you. I know they won’t.
Right then, she doesn’t look like the bold, defiant Raeka I know. She doesn’t have that typical attitude that’s always ready to tell someone off. Here and now, if you ignore the fact that she’s naked and riding a fake knot, she’s anxious and uneasy.
“I don’t want them to bite me,” she pants out. “Don’t let them bite me, Colter.” The way she says it makes me wonder if that’s what she’s truly afraid of: being bitten, being bonded, and somehow losing her sense of self.
I don’t think that’s what happens, but to someone who hates being an omega, I can understand why the prospect is so terrifying.
I won’t let them bite you, I tell her. I wait a moment before I add,So can I go get them? Can I bring them up here?
She doesn’t appear very comforted by the thought, and a part of me wonders if she’s going to shut down and tell me she doesn’t want the others up here—and that she doesn’t want me in here anymore, either—but in the end, she relents and softly says, “Yes.”
I set my tablet down and kneel before her, lightly touching her cheek before I lean my forehead against hers and give her a kiss that I hope comforts her. As she continues to ride that knot, I throw my sweats on, not bothering to try to hide the hardness of my cock.
The four of us are about to get very intimate.
Chapter Thirty-Five – Pax
Gideon paces the hall before me. Behind his glasses, his eyes carry concern—concern and a powerful desire. That’s only reinforced by the bulge of his cock against his pants; it’s so hard he walks with a small limp.
Me? My cock is raging between my legs, too. How could it not? Knowing our omega is upstairs, possibly going through her heat, is like catnip to my dick. And knowing she’s up there with a named knot and Colter doesn’t alleviate any of the emotions at war inside of me.
The beta will take care of her to the best of his abilities, but a beta and a fake knot can only go so far. Gideon and I could make her feel a hell of a lot better.
I stand at the base of the stairs, a wall between Gideon and the rest of the house. If I move, I can’t help but wonder if both Gideon and I will crack. We told Raeka we wouldn’t push, we wouldn’t force her to do anything she didn’t want to do, but fuck, is it hard to stay downstairs when she’s probably up there fucking Colter.
Gideon stops pacing, standing directly before me. At his sides, his hands are in a constant state of flexing and relaxing, as if he’s trying to give his mind something else to put all of his attention on. “We should be up there,” he whispers, voice gruff.
“I know,” I say. “But it’s on her time, not on ours.”
“It’s killing me to be down here. It physically hurts.”
I feel that same pain in me, too. I know exactly what he means, which is why I’m confident when I tell him, “We need to earn her trust. If that means suffering through a heat where we don’t help her through it, then that’s what it means.” I don’t like seeing the alpha so distraught, so I set a hand on his shoulder and squeeze. “Patience. Just be patient.”
He closes his eyes and takes a slow inhale, then lets that breath out even more slowly. “I know.” When he opens those dark blue eyes, he’s focused on me. “I’ve never felt like this before.”
“Me either,” I tell him, sluggish in dropping the hand off his shoulder. “But then again, a lot of this is new to me.”
“For what it’s worth—” Gideon has to pause to adjust himself over his pants. “—I think you’re doing a fantastic job.”
“Same to you.” I’m seconds from telling him to just pull out that dick and stroke one out if it’s bothering him that much, but my ears hear the sound of someone coming down the stairs. It’s a faint sound, at first, and until I actually see Colter round the landing and come within my sight, I don’t believe it.
The beta is sweaty, shirtless—and he wears nothing but gray sweatpants. His cock is hard, pressing against those sweatpants, surely a sign of what he and Raeka did. A month ago, I would have been jealous. Pissed off, even. But now, all I can think is:did the beta give our omega what she needed?
Colter signs something. I started watching videos on Raeka’s instruction, wanting to communicate with him without his tablet as well, but I’m so out of my mind about our omega that I don’t even try to understand what he’s saying. I look to Gideon to translate.
“He says she wants us up there,” the other alpha speaks, stunned. “But she doesn’t want us to bite her.” When the beta adds something else, Gideon sucks in a hard breath. “And she’s on birth control.”
Birth control? I won’t lie, a part of me would love to see Raeka pregnant, but I’ve never daydreamed about having kids. I don’t need them to feel complete.
