Page 46 of Brave New Omega, Part 2
Chapter 46
KATIE
I wake in the middle of the night, the nest dark. Loren is behind me, his cock still surprisingly hard, but not wedged inside me. I sit up carefully, not wanting to wake him. Max is facing me, his arms wrapped over my hips.
On Max’s other side is Callum, still dressed but missing his tie and shoes. As though he’d crawled in and collapsed as close to me as he could get. One hand is draped over Max’s shoulder and I can see where he would have been just able to touch my shoulder until I moved.
The intense ache is gone, though I still feel itchy and warm inside my skin. Now I just want to shower and wash away the flaky remains of my threesome and the swirling feelings that looking at these three sleeping men are stirring in me.
I slip out on light feet, padding to the shower and closing my new bathroom door. The water is hot when I step under the stream, and my shoulders slowly lower, relaxing as the steam encircles me.
What happened?
I was shopping and everything was fine. Then that poison pixie decided to ruin what had been the best time I’d had with Layla since before mom died. Something about her over confidence, and her thinly veiled taunts really got to me.
It shouldn’t. I’ve been taunted by people who were actual threats to my safety before. I’ve been fucking shot at and nearly blown apart! But she was like a slow acting poison, seeping all around me and degrading my immune system one day at a time.
Then the pain came, and waves of hot and cold, of intense desire and intense pain. I could have fucked Max right there in that store and not even minded.
I close my eyes and press my head against the glass door. I’d be flush with embarrassment if I wasn’t already hot from the water pouring around me. This is not who I am. I’m not an exhibitionist – that’s Maddie’s territory. And I’m not someone who sleeps around, that’s more Layla’s thing. Sex has always been perfunctory –just scratching an itch with someone I trust just enough to let some of my guard down.
But these men. This Pack .
I want to let my guard down with them. Damnit, I have already. I want to let them see all the broken tender places, to let them witness all those ugly parts of myself that even I don’t want to look at. And last night, feeling Loren filling my pussy while I sucked Max’s cock. Christ, it was hot, but it was vulnerable too.
I always thought sex like that would feel like degradation, like being used. But not with them, not with my Alphas. They make me feel beautiful and wanted. They make me feel like the sun that they are gravitationally pulled toward. That I am their center.
But can I really be their center? For all three of them? Do I want to be their center? To have that much control and responsibility?
Do I really have a choice?
A knock sounds and the door opens. I smell him before I make him out through the steam in the room. Fresh fir trees and tart lime.
“Everything okay?” Callum asks.
I wipe wet hair off my face and open the door. Callum has stripped to his boxer briefs, but hesitates. He’s waiting for me.
“I’m okay,” I say in the doorway, then step back, giving him room to enter.
“Any more pain?”
“Nope, completely gone. Max said it was a pre-heat spike.”
Callum sighs, steps out of his boxer briefs, and into the warm shower. He smooths my wet hair off my forehead and gently kisses me.
“Aurelia was wrong. Your heat could come any day.”
“It seems so fast.”
“It is. But you’re exceptional.” He laughs a little, kissing my nose. “In every way, my Omega, you are exceptional. But we’ll have to make a plan, figure out how to prep for when the heat really hits. I’ll be able to leave work when you’re in heat–no one expects an Alpha to work while his Omega is in heat, bonded or not. But until then, we’re just waiting and watching. Your biology is different–still adjusting to this. So we don’t have an established pattern. Most Omegas have clear signs and timelines, but you,” he kisses me again. “Are exceptional.”
“I still want to go to the wedding-–and all the stuff before the wedding. Loren needs our support.”
“Not if you’re in heat,” Callum says, his hands wrapping higher around my hips. His cock is stiff between us, but he doesn’t move to rub against me. He just holds me.
It feels so good to be held.
“It’s too dangerous. If you go into heat and there are other unbonded Alphas, hell if there are bonded Alphas… we don’t know how Traveler biochemistry works exactly – you could set them all off. You could end up bonded to another pack.”
He cups my face with both of his hands, and I grip his wrists. He’s firm but not painful. His eyes are wide, almost glassy. Fear, real fear, for me reflects back.
“I’d reconciled myself to never having an Omega. Hell, I’d thought that maybe I’d never have another lover besides Loren, not after how deeply Genevieve betrayed us.
“But then you came crashing into my life and I realized how much I wanted an Omega. How much I want you , Katie. You complete this Pack. You fill in all these holes I never let myself notice. I can’t let anyone take you from us–I can’t let you be in harms way.”
“I can take care of myself.”
“I know that. But you’re still subject to an Alpha’s bark. You’re still getting used to being an Omega and all the changes that means. It doesn't make you weak or incapable. It just means you need more time.”
I frown at him. Because he makes sense and I don’t like it.
“At least let me go to the Bridal Toast–Layla’s going to go too, and it will help Loren’s family Pack not be such huge dicks to him, right?”
Callum snorts. “Huge dicks? I’m not sure that phrase translates. But they will treat him better once he has an Omega, yes.”
“And it will only be girls there, right? No unbonded Alphas in sight.”
Callum shakes his head, but I push, pressing him against the shower wall and letting the hot water fall over my back.
“Listen, he needs this. I’m not actually in heat yet. Let me go to this, show all these prissy society women that Loren has an Omega, then you can squirrel me away. Hell, Loren can use me as an excuse to avoid the wedding if he wants. But let me do this for him. Layla will be with me. It will be fine.”
“Loren doesn't care what the society women think.”
“Yes, he does.” I press a finger into Callum’s chest. “He absolutely does. Not because he wants to be one of them, but because he still wants his parents’ approval. Don’t you see that? He wants them to be proud of him.”
Callum frowns, eyebrows knitting together.
“Fuck, you didn’t realize that? He still cares about them, and you thought he didn’t.”
Callum’s face is drawn. “I thought he was past all of that.”
I shake my head, letting myself slide into his embrace. “It’s hard to… let that go.”
We stand in the hot water for a moment, then Callum reached behind me and turns the stream off. He reaches out of the glass door and grabs a huge fluffy towel and wraps me up in it before lifting me up to the counter of the bathroom and letting me sit, my feet dangling. He gently dries me off in silence, still glistening with wet all along his back.
“Okay,” he says finally. “Just the Bridal Toast. For Loren. But if you have even so much as a hot flash, you call us and we come directly home, understood?”
“Aye Aye, Captain.” I salute him.
His features turn feral, and he leans in to kiss me deeply. The towel slacks in his hands, falling around my hips. I kick it away, letting my thighs part as Callum moves in close. He’s hard and still warm from the shower, his hair damp as I pull on it.
“That’s a Good Little Omega. Now, are you sore?”
“Nope,” I say, before launching myself at him. He catches me, and pushes me back against the countertop, pulling my hips to the edge. He kneels, pressing my thighs wide as he kisses me gently. His tongue licks through my already wet folds, flicking at my clit. I gasp and pull his hair.
“Relax Omega, your Alpha is going to take his time. I missed out last night, but I plan to make it up to you.”
“Last night there were two of them,” I say but the words slide into a moan.
“Indeed. All the more reason for me to show you why I’m the head Alpha around here.”
Callum slides his finger into my wet pussy, pumping in and out slowly before withdrawing. I whimper, but only for a moment as he presses his slick finger to my asshole.
“Relax, Omega,” he commands, and my body immediately responds, relaxing into all his gentle touches. He presses his finger past the tight ring of muscle. It burns a little before I relax around him and he slowly pumps again. His mouth comes down to lick my clit and I arc, gasping at the sensations.
“Oh you perfect Little Omega. You’ll be so tight when you’re in heat –and your Alphas will be ready for you. I promise, we’ll make sure every inch of you is satiated.”
My words catch in my throat as his tongue laps inside me, and I come.
“That’s it, don’t chase the pleasure. Let me give it all to you.”
I relax again, letting my legs sag on his shoulders, and let him give me everything. So open, so at Callum’s mercy. And instead of being terrifying, it’s perfect.