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Omen pleads her agreement as I line myself up with her opening. I take it slow, pushing in bit by bit. My teeth slam into my bottom lip and I let out a low groan when I feel the wet, tightgrip of her pussy around my cock. She’s strangling me. This is heaven.
My pelvis is flush with hers, our breaths erratic as we try to adjust to being wrapped in each other for the first time. I feel like I could come from sitting here feeling the rhythmic pulse of her walls around me. Channeling my best impression of Nebula, I pull out slowly then push back in. Keeping the same tortuous pace.
“Alpha, fuck me already!” Omen snarls.
I can’t help but laugh, wondering if this is what I look like when Neb takes his time with me. Fortunately for my omega, my patience isn’t nearly as well built as my alpha’s. I only manage a few of those slow thrusts before putting her legs against my shoulder and pounding into her.
A cloud of perfume fills the air when I bare my teeth at her, the scent of it pushing me toward a rut. You’re in danger, my mind whispers as I start to give in to my instincts. Ruts often lead to bonds. Something neither of us can walk away with. No matter how much my alpha instincts demand otherwise.
Leaning forward so her knees are pressed into her chest, I slam into her over and over again. My knot is already swollen at the base of my cock, begging to slip inside of her tight cunt and lock us together. Every time I push in it bumps against her entrance and I have to fight to pull back out. The way she clamps down around me has my eyes rolling up into my skull. Pleasure skitters down my spine like lightning strikes straight to my balls. I’m losing the will to resist. Her pussy is calling and it’s fucking hungry for my cum.
“Alpha, please,” she begs. “Knot!”
She has to be close with how tightly she’s gripping me. Should I draw this out? Get her off a few more times before–An embarrassing squeal leaves my lips when my girl’s legs suddenly slip down and lock around my waist. She flips us over, my backpressed into her nest as she rides me. Omen glides up until just my tip sits inside of her, then she drops her full weight back down. My knot slips inside of her and swells further.
This is heaven. Or maybe it’s hell. Her walls have my knot locked in a vice grip. It feels so fucking good it hurts.
“Nexus,” she moans, shaking against me as she falls apart. I grind against her, prolonging our pleasure. My body locks up when I fall over the edge, a groan filling the air as I empty myself deep inside of her.
I thought I was addicted to Omen’s scent. Her taste. Nothing compares to feeling her locked around me, milking my cock and writhing in my arms. I want to stay knotted in her cunt forever.
Minutes, hours, days. I’m not sure how much time passes before her fever fades and exhaustion claims her. I remember getting her to drink more water and eat a few of the nutrient-dense protein bars left inside the door. We showered at one point, although we probably got dirtier beneath the water than we did in the nest.
Rut made the time go faster. Our baser nature taking over. My eyes rake over Omen’s body and I let out a soft sigh of relief when I don’t spot a bite mark. I didn’t bond her in the rut haze, which is a real accomplishment.
A phone vibrates from the end of the bed so I untangle myself from my omega’s delectable body to retrieve it. The noise comes from the pocket of my sweatpants, so I dig my phone out. I curse when I see a couple of missed calls and a hell of a lot of texts from my mates. Titan sent me a message letting me know he’d told them I needed time to think things over. I’m grateful for my alpha mate knowing I won’t be returning to hearts wounded by my lies.
At least not until they find out where I’ve really been.
Glancing over where Omen sleeps peacefully, I’m torn. My omega still needs me. Whatever battle she has to face after this heat she’ll do it alone if I leave now. But I can’t abandon my pack and our dreams. Our tour’s only halfway over. My phone vibrates again. A picture from Cal of Nebula and Titan sprawled on our couch. Both sporting new bruises and busted knuckles. Empty alcohol bottles line the coffee table.
Tilting my head back, I make a decision I know I might regret. If I stay with Omen, my mates will never forgive me, but if I go back, then Titan and I can start to work toward making Nebula see she is innocent in all of this. If I leave, I’ll have a chance to earn our omega back later. With my pack mates at my side this time.
I leave a bottle of water, a protein bar, and my shirt on the mattress beside Omen. Taking care of her one last time before I shatter her already fragile heart. “I promise I’ll fix this, gorgeous,” I whisper from the doorway. She stirs a little, as if hearing me walk away, but the scent of my shirt nearby calms her enough to slip back into a deep sleep.
Taking a deep breath, I exit the hotel suite. Leaving my omega behind is the hardest thing I’ve ever had to do. I have to remind myself our separation is temporary. One day soon we’ll find our happy ending.
All five of us.
CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX
NOW PLAYING: AURORABorealis- Bohnes
The moon is high in the sky when the front door finally creaks open. Callisto forced Nebula to bed almost an hour ago, though I doubt he’ll be asleep for more than a few hours before his stress-induced insomnia kicks back in. I chose to stay up. Waiting for Nexus to return from his trip to Boston.
When Bea had arrived at our place two days ago and revealed Omen’s secrets, we weren’t prepared to deal with the emotional backlash we would each feel in our bond. So it took some time for us to sort things out. Or it took me, Cal, and Nebula some time. Nex made his decision about our omega’s secrets rather quickly.
I’d felt his resignation in our bonds when he’d sent Nebula to the gym. It was easy to guess he was going after Omen. To help her through her heat. I supported his decision despite myown uncertainty. She didn’t deserve to be abandoned and left to suffer while we dealt with the emotional fallout of her secrecy. No one ever does.
“Come here, brat,” I whisper. Nexus jumps where he’s toeing off his shoes, almost knocking down the small table we keep there to hold our mail. “Sorry, didn’t mean to startle you.”
“It’s alright. I’m just jumpy.” He makes his way over to where I sit, crawling into my lap and burying his nose against my neck. My hands rub up and down his back, basking in the feel of him in my arms.
Taking a deep inhale of his warm scent, I feel a pang of loss when I can’t catch any hint of Omen still on him. He must have showered before he came home. “Is she okay?” I keep my voice low. Not wanting our conversation to carry down the hall and wake our overprotective pack leader. Tonight my mate needs my comfort and someone to talk to about everything he’s gone through the past two days.
“I think so. Her heat broke and she was sleeping soundly when I left.”
“You didn’t bond her?”
