Page 61 of These Bonds that Unite Us
Nexus scoots closer to Omen, gently guiding her to lean on Nebula’s chest. The small lines of tension around her eyes smooth away with the small bit of contact. He sighs, and I realize the distance she’s keeping between them must be difficult. Especially for a newly bonded pair. Most mates are inseparable after they bond. Their instincts often demand they stick close to help form their connection fully.
Titan slips in behind Nexus, wrapping his arm over our alpha’s hip so he can lay his hand on Omen’s thigh. Watching all three alphas relax in her presence fuels my determination to earn our omega’s forgiveness. They need her as much as she needs them, they’ve just been too stubborn to admit it.
“C’mon, babyboy,” Nebula rumbles as he shifts his thighs to make room for me to curl against Omen’s legs. I try not to jostle them too much as I crawl onto the bed. Titan is definitely right, this bed’s not big enough. Hopefully, we can convince her to move into the nest soon.
Then we can sneak in to cuddle with her every night without playing human Tetris to fit around her.
After spending yesterday out with Titan, today seems like the perfect opportunity to relax at home with Omen. Being around a lot of new people is something I remember overwhelms her. Though I suppose she may feel differently now she doesn’t have to hide her past as Sarah Montgomery.
Grabbing a tray of breakfast bagels and hot tea, I head toward the guest room. My goal for today is to find a way to get her to move into the nest.
One of the omega books I picked up says it can be detrimental for them to go without a proper nest for too long, and our girl already has enough on her plate dealing with the effects of the rejection. Her stubbornness is only going to keep hurting her.
I’m only a few steps down the hallway when Nebula runs past me and slams into the guest room. Hurrying after him, my heart starts to race when a pained cry flows out of the door.
Rich, sweet honeysuckle slams against me as soon as I cross the threshold to Omen’s room. My dick is instantly hard and throbbing, digging painfully into the zipper of my jeans. It’s a heavenly torment.
I stumble closer to the bed, needing to see Omen. When I find her, my heart cracks in half. She’s curled in her makeshift nest, face buried in one of our shirts. Pain-filled whimpers fall from her lips mixing with the sobbed words being muffled by the fabric. I strain to make out what she is saying, silently hoping she isn’t asking me to leave.
The front of my thighs brush against the edge of the bed and I can finally understand her.
“Please don’t go! Please! Please don’t leave me!Please!”
Shit, this isn’t good at all. She’s still asleep and having a heat wave. The combination has her trapped in a nightmare of my pack’s creation. We left her to suffer through a horrendous heat alone, all except Nexus who helped her until it broke. In the end, he abandoned her too.
Hearing another cry of pain shakes me from the lust filling my mind. I look to Nebula where he stands on the other side of the bed, his hands fisted at his sides and his eyes wild. “We need to ease her, but Neb… I–I don’t know how we can fix this.”
Earning her trust when we’ve clearly decimated any ounce of it we had gained before seems like an impossible task. How do you come back from this? No amount of groveling seems adequate enough for the ruin we’ve wrought in our omega.
Titan and Nexus come running into the room, most likely having sensed our stress. Their faces are as grim as my own when the reality of our situation dawns on them. Titan’s large palm runs down his face at the same time Nexus turns and bolts back out of the room.
My mouth opens and parts in shock, but Titan just shakes his head. “I can’t–if I stay to help ease her I don’t know that I can hold myself back from bonding her. Nex’ nearly bonded her during the last heat, it would take divine intervention for him to not sink his teeth into her this time.”
Nebula takes several measured steps back, his hands fisted at his sides. Navy blue eyes find mine and I can see his regret in them. “Help her, baby,” he grits out. “You can ease the spike enough to gain her some clarity, then she can decide who will knot her.”
“Neb…” My words trail off as she lets out another ragged cry.
“She doesn’t want me here. I won’t take another decision away from her.”
“Okay.” I blow out a breath, sending a quick plea for Fate to guide me. I really hope I don’t mess this up. It’s been so long since I’ve even looked at a woman, let alone touched one so intimately. “Come on, Callisto, she’s your mate. You can do this,” I hype myself up as I crawl across the bed toward her.
“Hey, starlight.” Watery, red-rimmed eyes glance up at me. Her bottom lip trembles for a moment, and then she’s reaches for me. I go willingly, letting her pull me to lay against her overheated skin.
She’s so beautiful. A meteor shower sparking across the sky on a starless night. The soft curve of her breasts and swell of herhips entrances me. Even with the sharp angle of her hip bones from the weight she’s lost, her body deserves to be sculpted and displayed in museums for lifetimes to come.
My fingers trail lightly down the floral tattoo on her sternum, following the design beneath her breasts. I cup one in my palm, feeling its weight and sighing at her softness. She’s perfect.
Leaning down, I run my tongue around one peaked nipple before I scrape my teeth over the bud. She shudders beneath me, her hand tugging at my clothes and hair trying to pull me closer.
Between the mass of blankets and the heat coming off of her skin, I’m already sweating. One-handed, I rip my t-shirt off and let it join the pile around us. She whimpers, those hazy green eyes flicking around the room like she’s searching for something. Or maybe she’s trying to find someone–one of her alphas.
“Shhh,” I soothe her. One hand runs through her tangled hair while I gently move her to her back. “It’s okay, my darling Omega. I’m here. I’ve got you.”
Her hips lift off the bed, her bare pussy grinding against the front of my jeans and smearing the fabric with her slick. This is torture, the visible signs of her pain and the feral edge of her reactions. I’ve never seen an omega in heat before, not even for a spike, and I’m not sure I like how not-Omen my girl is. Perhaps this animalistic quality is a result of her rejection and a normal heat won’t be so consuming.
Trailing my hand down her stomach to her mound, I gently cup her pussy and groan from how soaked she is. “Such a good girl. Nice and wet for your mates. I’m going to make you feel good now.”
I don’t think she can hear me, but it feels right to praise her. She certainly deserves it. Even before we messed everything up she deserved the world, now we’re reaching for the edges of the universe hoping it will be enough to bring her back to us.
