Page 66 of Claiming the Pack’s Omega (Riverwell Omegaverse #2)

Theo

R eyna's words still echo through my brain, even though she said them last night.

I'm going to bond with them.

Six simple words that have blown my world apart.

"I can practically feel you thinking," she groans, wrapping her arms around my bare torso. "It's too early for thinking."

"Sorry," I murmur, gently brushing some of her messy hair away from her face.

She hikes her leg up, pressing her thigh up against my hardness, and I stiffen.

Her perfume sweetens in the air around us, almost taking on the scent of wildflowers after a storm. That, in combination with her shifting leg, makes me groan.

I feel Killian stir from the other side of Reyna.

"God, that scent," he growls, pushing himself up onto his elbow.

"I know, right?" I say, my voice a strained hiss. "I've never scented anything like that in my entire life."

Killian scrubs away the last remaining parts of sleep before his expression grows serious.

"Theo, check her temperature."

My eyes go wide. Dammit, I'm so stupid, why the hell didn't I think this could've been her heat starting up?

Maybe because I feel intoxicated, with her sweet perfume swirling in the air around us. It's like I'm high. High off of her.

I press the back of my hand against her forehead and curse.

"Fuck, she's going into heat, guys."

"Hmmm?" She hums, her eyes fluttering open. They're a little glazed as she looks up at me, and not with sleep.

I tug her closer to my chest.

"Everything's going to be okay, Spitfire, we're going to take care of you," I say.

"It's so warm," she says, shifting in my arms.

"Stone, Milo, get up," Killian says, jumping out of bed.

"What?" Stone asks, groaning as he pushes himself up against the headboard. "God, is that... wildflowers? That perfume is crazy."

"Yeah, it's Reyna's. She's going into heat."

"You're joking," Stone says, his eyes going wide. "Now?"

"I mean, we knew it could happen at any time," I say, leaning over and shaking Milo awake with my free hand. "Charlotte said the stress of that botched family dinner the other night would make things even more unpredictable."

"Is that why she's so out of it?" Stone asks, looking down at Reyna.

"I think so."

"You guys—you guys are talking like I can't hear you," Reyna pants, her eyes fluttering open.

"Oh, good," I say, smiling down at her. "How're you feeling?"

"Warm," she says, "And my skin... It's all tingly. And—and?—"

She presses her thighs together and shifts on my lap, pressing my cock against her asscheeks and both of us groan.

"If you had more clothes on, I'd want to rip them off," Reyna groans.

Her perfume explodes out from her. If I weren't already sitting on her bed, it would've knocked me on my ass.

"Wh—what is that ?" Milo asks, sitting straight up in bed.

I'm surprised he's awake. Normally, it takes him forever to get up, but I guess having a beautiful scent matched omega next to you, perfuming because she's about to go into heat will get you up quick, even if you sleep like the dead.

"Looks—looks like I'm going into heat," Reyna says, smiling at Milo. "Kinda a rude alarm clock, sorry about that, guys."

"Never apologize," Killian growls. "Especially not for that."

"I mean, I don't think I can go through life never apologizing, that seems like a bad idea. People will think I'm such a bitch if I fuck up and don't apologize," she snarks.

"Still a smart ass, I see," Killian chuckles.

"You know it. I've gotta keep some sense of dignity before I'm begging for all of your cocks."

All four of us immediately start growling. The noise is deep and instinctual, and it comes out before I can stop it. My hand flexes as it spans across her waist. It takes all the control I have not to tear off those little sleep shorts and bury myself between her thighs.

The involuntary noises that leave our throats only seem to make the situation worse, because Reyna lets out a soft whimper in return.

"Fuck, you guys are driving me crazy," she pants out.

"We have to get to the nest," Killian growls, nodding at me.

I lift Reyna into my arms easily.

"A nest? I didn't know you had one of those," she says, her head resting against my shoulder.

"Most Northside homes come with them," I murmur, running my nose along her neck.

Her perfume is so strong, I'm sure we're leaving a trail along the hallway and up the small staircase that leads to the nest in our attic.

"It's pretty basic, for now," Stone says, his brows drawn down with concern as he stands at the door at the top of the staircase.

"Basic is fine," Reyna laughs. "All I need is you four."

Her smile twists into a grimace before she lets out a whimper of pain.

"Fuck, that hurts," she gasps. "Is it supposed to hurt this bad?"

I turn back and glance at Killian as we share the same worried expressions.

Omegas’ heats can sometimes cause pain if they've been denied an alpha's knot for too long, but Reyna's heat has just started.

Even though Charlotte prescribed her medicine that should've helped with her suppressant usage, Reyna probably hasn't been on them long enough for them to fix everything.

"No, Princess, it's not supposed to hurt like this," Killian says, his voice low but steady. "But we'll take care of you, we promise."

"Take care of me, huh?" She says, flashing a teasing smile at him. "Lucky me."

Stone opens the door, revealing the cozy nest with a low A-frame ceiling and plush cushion floors.

Scattered about the room are stacks and stacks of various soft blankets and pillows.

While some of them came with the original furnishing package from when we were getting the house furnished, a lot of it has been purchased online since I first met her.

It started with a single blanket or throw pillow after I would see her those Saturday nights and ballooned into... well, the chaos that fills this room. It wasn't like I spent my disposable income on much else, anyway.

"Oh, well, I guess it's not that basic anymore," Stone chuckles. "It's been a while since I've been up here, I guess."

"If there's anything you don't like, just let me know," I say, setting her down on her feet. "I know it's a bit crazy right now."

"You—you got me all this stuff?" she asks, her voice cracking with emotion.

My brain instantly goes into panic mode when she looks up at me with tears filling her eyes.

Fuck, fuck, fuck, I fucked up. Does she not like it? I should've consulted her. What in the world was I thinking? An omega's nest is her sacred kingdom, of course she'd want more feedback on what to have in here.

I reach out and cup her cheeks, unable to keep myself from touching her.

"I'm so sorry, Spitfire, I should've asked you before getting you this stuff, of course you'd want?—"

She shuts me up by throwing her arms around my shoulders and tugging me down until her lips are on mine.

I can taste the hint of salt from her tears, which should've been a big enough red flag to pull away from the kiss and talk to her, but I don't. I fall into the kiss like I'm falling into a stormy ocean, swept away by the current of her heat hormones until I'm one with her.

She pulls me down until we're both on our knees, surrounded by the stacks of pillows and blankets.

When we finally manage to break apart from the kiss, tears are still falling down her cheeks.

I wipe them away with my thumbs, trying to rack my stupid, hormone-addled brain for something, anything , to say or do to get her tears to stop.

"Thank you," she says between her sniffles. "You have—you have no idea how much that means to me."

"Wh—huh?" I blink down at her in surprise. "I thought you were mad at me."

"Mad at you? Theo, this is amazing," she says, waving her arm at the nest.

"But I never asked you what you wanted. What if you don't like what I got you?"

She throws her head back laughing.

"You're being serious, you really don't get it.

For someone so book smart, I think it's hilarious that you're still wearing that dumbfounded expression.

" She reaches out and squeezes my hand. "You could've gotten me the ugliest, large paisley print curtain like blankets or something, and I would still feel the same.

Maybe. Actually, scratch that, I'd think it would be funny that you think I'd like something like that, but my point still stands. "

I glance around the room and breathe out a quick sigh of relief when I don't see any blankets that match that description.

"It's the fact that you cared enough to put in this effort. No one's ever done that before."

"You deserve all of that and more," I murmur softly.

I stare down at her—her twinkling gray eyes, her flushed cheeks, and her messy black hair, wild from sleep—and I try and take a mental picture.

"Sure, you could argue that," she says. "But that doesn't change the fact that I haven't received that before. So maybe there'll be a day where you doing stuff like this will be a little more commonplace, but that'll never change how grateful I am."

She turns her gaze to the rest of the guys.

"To all of you. This is going to sound cheesy as hell, but it's almost like each of you completes my soul in a different way."

"I don't think it's cheesy," Milo says softly. "I think we all feel the same."

"It makes sense," Stone says with a grin, tugging Reyna onto his lap. "You are our scent match, after all."

Reyna's brows draw down as another whimper of pain leaves her throat.

"Fuck, that—that sucks," she hisses.

"Let us take care of you," Stone murmurs, trailing a hand down her stomach.

"Please," she pants out, shifting her hips upward.

God, she's the most breathtaking thing I've ever seen.

"We need to hear you say it, Spitfire," I growl, my voice pitched low.

"Is this your way of telling me—telling me you like dirty talk?" Her voice is breathy, and her cheeks are flushed. She jerks her head up towards Stone when his hand freezes, right above the waistband of her shorts. "Why are you stopping?"

"You heard Theo," Stone murmurs, running his nose up along her cheek. "He was pretty clear with his instructions."

"And good girls listen to instructions," Killian adds, sinking to his knees beside Stone.

"Fine," she huffs, rolling her eyes playfully. "I thought it was pretty obvious at this point, but I want you. All of you."

"Were you serious about wanting to bond with us?" Killian asks, reaching up and twining his hand in her hair. Her eyes flutter closed as he massages the scalp at the base of her skull.

"Y—yes," she says, her voice shifting pitch to something similar to a moan. "I was serious."

"Good. That's all we needed to know," Killian says, nodding at Stone, who wastes no time sliding his hand down below the waistband of her sexy sleep shorts.

If it weren't for the hold Killian has in her hair, she would've thrown her head back with a moan. Instead, her chest heaves as she squirms against Stone's fingers.

She's the hottest thing I've ever seen in my entire life. I reach down and squeeze the base of my cock through my boxers.

Stone's fingers work their magic between Reyna's legs as Killian tugs down the neckline of her tank top, revealing her perfect tits. They're the perfect handful for us, and we've all got some pretty big hands. You know what they say, big hands, big?—

"What—what should I do?" Milo murmurs quietly, moving to take a seat next to me.

Killian kisses Reyna, swallowing her moans as she humps up into Stone's hand. Her slick has soaked through the fabric of her panties and the sleep shorts at this point, leaving physical evidence of her arousal.

"Damn, yeah, this is your first time, isn't it? Not just your first heat," I whisper back to Milo, trying to keep my voice down so we don't distract Reyna. Well, scratch that, I think she's distracted enough right now, but I think Milo needs a bit of private reassurance.

I clap a hand on his shoulder.

"You've got nothing to worry about," I say.

"But—but I have no idea what I'm doing. When—when Reyna and I were making out last time, she took her shirt off and I—I—" He glances over my shoulder and his expression falls as he watches Killian, Reyna, and Stone together.

I glance down at his boxers. He's definitely turned on right now, but it seems like there's something else going on.

"What happened?" I ask, my brows drawing down. "Actually, scratch that. Here, let's try and put together an actual nest for Reyna out of all this stuff. She's probably going to be too preoccupied to do that."

Milo and I move further into the nest, starting to arrange our selection of the softest pillows and blankets into a large circular pile together.

"Okay, now you can tell me what happened," I say. "We've got a bit more space."

"I came in my pants," he mumbles, fluffing a pillow. "She took her shirt off and got on my lap, and I couldn't even last a second. How the hell am I supposed to last if I'm actually—actually inside of her?"

Damn. Sometimes I forget that he's a virgin. I don't make it a habit to think about my pack members' sex lives. But given the situation, I get why he's anxious.

"Hey, I don't blame you," I say. "When Reyna and I were making out in the kitchen for the first time, I thought I was going to come in my pants. Part of it is just because she's well, you know?—"

"Her," Milo says wistfully, finishing my sentence for me.

"Exactly. She's a whole lot of omega—anyone with eyeballs would be able to see that— and she's our scent match. But here, when it comes to you not knowing what to do, you're not alone here, got that? All four of us are going to help her through her heat together."

"But—but what if I can't—can't perform very well?"

"Milo," I say, gripping his shoulders and forcing him to actually make eye contact with me.

"Her heat is going to last around three days .

One, you'll have plenty of time to learn.

Two, her hormones are still pretty tame because her heat is just starting, and I don't think any of our dicks have gotten soft a single time. You'll be fine, I promise."

"You're sure?"

"I'm sure."

Reyna's moans reach a fever pitch and she lets out a strangled gasp as she, presumably, comes all over Stone's fingers.

"Let's go show her our handiwork," I say, nodding towards the circle of blankets and pillows we've made.

"O—okay," Milo nods.