Page 8 of Bliss & Her Idols (Pack Bonds Omegaverse #10)

My eyes sting with tears.

I slam my hand against my thigh to stop myself from saying something out loud that I’ll regret because it’s so fucking wrong.

I want to show Cricket what he truly deserves.

What I’d give him, if he was my Omega.

My bed, nest, and love.

I hug my arms around myself.

“You deserved to be treated like a proper bonded member of their pack,” I reply, surprised how calm my voice sounds.

“I thought that things would change if I was good.” Cricket’s voice is tear tinged. “I hoped that we’d grow closer, maybe even romantically after we’d bonded. I don’t have heats…”

He pauses like he expects me to sneer at him because he’s a Non-Heat.

I wipe the back of my hand over my eyes.

Being a Non-Heat marks him out as a defective Reject. Is that why his pack treated him like that?

“Did they still hold a special bond night for you?” I ask.

I deliberately don’t make a big deal of his status like I can tell he’s expecting me to.

He lets out a huff of relief.

When he continues, he’s talking even faster than normal.

“They just shoved me down in the nest. But I was finally allowed into it. That meant a lot to me. After all, they hadn’t even kissed me yet.

I’ve never been kissed. They stripped me though.

It was cold and formal. They didn’t touch me more than they needed to.

I thought, however, that as soon as they bit me, I’d finally have my own pack and home.

Things would get better. I could live without love, if I had that.

The female Omega was watching from the end of the bed, and her pheromones were so soured with anger that it made me gag.

When the Chief Alpha grazed his teeth along my neck to make the bond bite, she freaked out.

She began tearing up the nest, scratching at me, and blaming me for encroaching on her territory .

She called my scent in her nest disgusting .

It hurt like being stabbed in the guts.”

“I’m sorry.” I’m shaking.

I can’t imagine what it would feel like to be rejected like that by an Omega in their own nest.

To have your scent criticized to your face.

To have the most precious moment in your life, your pack bond, wrecked out of jealousy.

It takes serious courage for Cricket to trust me as a friend.

For him to believe that I won’t use him and then kick him out of my online nest in just the same way.

“Did the Alpha protect you?” I ask.

“He grabbed me by the scruff of the neck and — still naked — threw me out of the house.” Cricket’s voice is hollow.

I hate to hear it sound like this. How will he be able to trust Alphas again, knowing that he had an Alpha’s teeth at his neck, only for them to turn around and violently reject him?

“He yelled at me for upsetting his treasured Omega . I was sobbing and begging him to let me inside. He slammed the door. It was raining. That night is a blur, but I remember being wet, cold, and miserable, as I found shelter in a woodshed. The next morning, the Second Alpha hurled clothes at me and told me that he was driving me back to my dad’s.

They were breaking the promised bond because I wasn’t worthy to be matched to them . I never saw any of the others again.”

“Assholes,” I snarl.

“It wasn’t my fault…?” Cricket says like he’s not certain.

“If your family blamed you,” I reply, through gritted teeth, “then they’re assholes too. You did nothing wrong, but they did everything wrong. But you know what? You dodged a fucking bullet. They don’t deserve you .”

Cricket gives a shocked laugh. “I’m a NH Reject criminal.”

“Damn right. You’re perfect.”

I grin, when Cricket begins to purr. “I didn’t think that I could be brave enough to be friends with another Omega again. Online, I hid my dynamic to protect myself. But you’re different, Bee. You feel safe. I trust that you won’t hurt or abandon me.”

“I never would.”

“I’m happiest in the half an hour that I’m chatting to you each night. I love knowing that I’m the last person who talks to you.” His purr becomes deep and rumbling.

Fuck, that’s a turn on.

“I love knowing that you’ll always be there to tell me good night.

Since I lie my phone next to me on the pillow, Crick, it’s like you’re…

” Am I going to be brave enough to say this?

I should be, after what Cricket has revealed.

It appears to be the night for revelations. “…in my nest with me each night.”

Cricket draws in a sharp breath. “I’ve been sharing your bed for a year.”

My skin is tingling. “My nest is yours.”

That’s a huge thing for one Omega to say to another.

Cricket’s voice deepens. “I feel like…”

“Yes…?” My heart speeds up.

Does he feel the same way that I do?

My mouth is dry.

I slide my hand toward my aching core.

Above me, Painting Jin watches at the way my hand teases over my leather crotch.

My eyelashes flutter. I arch my back, deliberately keeping my touches feather light.

“…I want to share all my firsts with you,” Cricket finishes quickly.

I stop the lazy circles that I was tracing over my core in shock. “You’re a virgin…?”

I’m thirty.

I believe that an Omega should be empowered.

For my heats, I find an Alpha through the dating app for heats or simply by getting a cocktail at the bar, Night Nest, and then finding an Alpha who needs the release of a rut.

In between my heats, I don’t bother with Alphas. Why would I?

Their knots are useful, but it’s Betas who really know how to be creative in bed.

A Beta on his knees between an Omega’s thighs is a glorious thing.

Alphas are too much wham bam, thank you Omega .

They think that by swinging around their huge knot, they’ve done the hard work. Only a Beta concentrates on bringing an Omega pleasure.

Yet only an Omega truly understands how to bring another Omega pleasure because we know how our own bodies work.

I can’t wait to show Cricket this.

It gives me an unexpected thrill that Cricket is still a virgin.

Will I get to be all his firsts? Will I be able to coach him into understanding that Omegas deserve just as much pleasure as an Alpha or Beta do?

I lick my suddenly dry lips.

Cricket has no idea how incredible it can feel to be in a pack where he’s loved, cherished, and given fucking mind-blowing pleasure.

Okay, I don’t have a bonded pack either. But I can start with him, right?

“Are you a virgin?” Cricket replies with an innocence that has me smirking.

“I’m thirsty, Crick,” I reply. “An Omega has needs. One of them is for a pretty, wet tongue sliding over my pussy and then sucking my swollen clit.” Cricket’s stifled gasp makes my smirk widen. “What if I train you? An Omega on Omega course. How about we start with 101 kissing?”

I hold my breath.

Come on, say yes…

“How did you just talk like that…?” Cricket whispers in worshipful awe. I can tell that he’s blushing again. “Say all those words like…?”

“Dirty talking?” I’m enjoying this. He’s fun to tease. I’ll have a little more fun, before I steer this back onto Jin’s rescue. I need to save my Omega as much as my Beta. That’s clear to me now. “Want me to show you again? How about I tell you how I’d kiss you?”

“Please,” Cricket groans like the word is being torn from him.

He sounds wrecked already.

My eyes gleam.

I push myself up against the headboard. I slip my hand beneath my tight leather pants

“I’m going to touch myself, while I tell you,” I murmur. “Is that okay?”

My eyes become glazed, but I wait for his consent.

“Yes.” He’s panting.

I slip my fingers beneath my panties, teasing myself just above where I truly am desperate to be touched.

My cheeks are flushed.

“Why don’t you touch yourself too?” I splay my legs open.

“I’ve never done that.”

“What?” I find my clit, stroking over it, even as my brow furrows.

“It’s forbidden for an Omega to touch themselves.”

Fury and defiance surge through me.

How dare some fucking Alpha deny Cricket his right to his own body?

“I’m giving you permission to touch yourself,” I say, firmly. “Can you hear me? I’m wet, slick, fucking panting , as I touch myself right now. I’m close. Fuck, it feels so good…”

I hear a gasp on the other end of the phone.

It feels like a victory.

Then a rustling, before a wet slick sound, and a shuddering breath.

Hearing Cricket’s hand glide up and down his cock has me moaning in turn.

“Fuck.” Cricket sounds as close to the edge as I am already. “Fuck, fuck .”

He never cusses.

In a year, he hasn’t.

This is an even larger victory.

I laugh, throwing my head back, circling my clit even faster.

Pleasuring myself, while listening to my man doing the same, is the most intimate thing that I’ve done because I know that this is Cricket’s first time allowing himself to explore and enjoy his body.

The thought sends sparks through me.

“When I kiss you for the first time,” I breathe, “I’m going to run my hand through your hair.

My nails will catch on your scalp, which will send shivers through you.

Then I will lower my lips toward yours. You won’t be able to look away.

But just before our mouths touch, I’ll tighten my hand in your hair.

The tug will go straight to your cock. You’ll whine, desperate for the touch of my lips.

So fucking desperate. You’ll plead, but I’ll keep you on edge, backing you toward the wall.

I’ll cage you, then finally… finally …just when you’re so desperate that you feel like you’re about to explode, I’ll give you a kiss that will take away you breath. ”

A delicious whimper.

Fuck, that’s perfect.

“Yes, please, yes , Bee…”

“Good Omega,” I murmur.

“Yours,” Cricket sighs like he’s waited his entire life to both hear the words good Omega and tell someone else that he’s theirs and not have it thrown back in his face.

“Mine,” I say, made brave by the pleasure chasing through me to say it out loud. He doesn’t deny it. “The kiss will be better than you’ve ever imagined. I’ll kiss you hard and claiming, making you mine with my tongue, in and out, like I’m fucking you…”

And just like that Cricket and I come at the same time.

I hear Cricket whimper on the other end of the phone, as I whine and arch off the bed in a wave of euphoria.

So fucking good.

Until I hear a bellow over the phone line of a stranger’s voice. “What the fuck are you doing, whore? Are you touching yourself? And who are you talking to? Who gave you permission to go on your brother’s computer? You bad, disobedient little slut…”

Cricket’s howl of pain is haunting.

“Crick? Crick?” I scream.

Then the line goes dead.

I stare at my phone in horror.

The happy glow is replaced by alarm.

Cricket’s family must have come back early.

I can no longer pretend that Cricket is only my source and not my male Omega.

He’s pack.

I feel it in my soul.

Pack who is trapped with an abusive family.

Ashen, I scramble off the bed in panic.

For a moment, I’m frozen in distress, unsure what to do.

Then I know exactly who deals best with knotheads who hurt their Omegas.

I type a new number into my mobile.

“Chase, how quickly can you get back here with your Harley?” I’m shaking. “We have an emergency rescue mission to save my Omega. He’s in danger right fucking now.”

I encouraged Cricket to rebel and act out.

Except, he’s the one paying for it.