Page 67 of Claiming the Pack’s Omega (Riverwell Omegaverse #2)

Reyna

I 've had nightmares about the first heat I've had. Even though the wintertime sucks, I sometimes find myself preferring the chill because it's the exact opposite of the memories I have of the burning, unending pain of that first heat.

But this heat is different. As I come on Stone's fingers with Killian's expensive black tea scent swirling around me as he kisses down my neck, I know I'll be taken care of.

Even though the waves of cramps that hit me are, frankly, terrifying, having all four of my guys here with me soothes the omega part of my brain.

My slick gushes into Stone's hand, and he lets out a groan that vibrates throughout his chest and into mine.

"God, you're stunning when you fall apart like that," he murmurs.

"Your perfume is absolutely divine," Killian hums, brushing his slight five o'clock shadow along the crook of my neck, scent-marking me.

"How are you feeling?" Stone asks, helping me sit up a little straighter.

"A—a bit better, after that orgasm. Still—still a little scared, about the pain and stuff."

Stone's expression darkens at that mention, but he nods slowly. "That makes sense. I'm sure it'll take more than our words to get rid of that feeling completely. But know that we're all here for you. For the next however long, we'll be dedicated to caring for your every need."

"You won't have to worry your pretty little head about a single thing," Killian murmurs, brushing his lips against the top of my head.

Wow. That's hot as hell. Just giving up control and letting them take care of everything? I don't think I ever dreamed of being in a situation where I'd feel safe enough around alphas to feel that way.

I brush my hands down Killian and Stone's bare chests, and they both start vibrating with matching purrs. It's hard to describe, but it feels like my skin is buzzing. I want to feel all of them against me. I need to get these clothes off of me soon, or I'm going to throw a fit.

"Hey, Spitfire," Theo calls from across the small room. "Milo and I started putting your nest together. Want to take a look?"

I perk up at the mention of putting together a nest. If I had more time to prepare for my next heat, I'm definitely spending it in here putting things together.

I have to stifle a giggle as I watch Milo's frantic movements trying to re-fluff the same pillow over and over again. He's fighting to keep his gaze away from my swaying tits as I crawl over to him.

"Hey, relax," I tell Milo, throwing my arms around his shoulders and pressing my chest up against his back. The skin-to-skin contact makes a soft hum leave the back of my throat. I want to feel all of him against me.

He freezes. "Wh—what? Should—should I move?"

"Yeah, come face me."

"Oh—oh, I meant should I move out of your nest? I—I don't want?—"

"No, duh," I say, unable to hide the amusement from my tone.

I lean over his shoulder and look up at him, my hair falling in a messy curtain onto his lap.

"I want you here, Milo," I say as he shifts to face me.

For whatever reason, Milo's shyness brings out a confident side of me that rarely makes its appearance in the bedroom. I'm very used to being a passive participant in what's going on.

I whip my tank top off over my head, not that it was doing a good job at covering much of anything, considering Killian tugged down the neckline to play with my nipples earlier.

"I want you to look at me," I murmur. I reach out for his wrist and trail his hand up my body until he's cupping my ample flesh. "I want you to touch me."

"Are you—are you sure?"

"I'm sure," I say.

His question comes from a different place than the others, asking me if I'm sure, but my answer is still the same.

"What if—what if I'm bad?"

"Everyone's gotta start somewhere," I giggle. "Plus, you picked up kissing real fast, so if I were a betting woman, I'd definitely bet on you being a quick study."

I wrap my arms around his shoulders, my nipples brushing against his chest.

He lets out a groan as he wraps his arms around me and presses his lips against mine. Unlike our first kiss, he lets his hand roam all over my body. Everywhere he touches, every single brush of his fingertips, stokes the fire building inside of me.

That need to get my clothes off? It's back in full force.

I shift my hips back and forth as I return Milo's kiss with a fierce intensity.

The blankets shift behind me, and I feel large, calloused hands at my hips. Stone's spicy pepper scent swirls in the air around me, mixing with my sweeter, heat-infused perfume and Milo's thick gunmetal.

"Looks like someone wants these off," Stone chuckles.

His fingers dance along the waistband of my shorts before he drags them down my legs, baring my pussy to all of them. I'm well and truly naked.It's funny, other than the shower I had with Stone, this is the first time.

I let out a moan into Milo's mouth as Stone's skilled fingers work their way in and out of me as I grind my clit down onto his hand.

Milo breaks the kiss as I drag my own hand down his torso and squeeze the base of his cock through his boxers. Holy shit. He's massive.

"You—God—you look so beautiful," he pants out.

His jaw falls slack, and he watches me with wide eyes as I tug the waistband of his boxers down. His cock bobs up in front of me.

"Let me have a taste." I brush my fingertips up his shaft, letting them dance around the head as I tease him. It twitches, like it's chasing after my touch.

"R—really? You don't—you don't have to."

"I want to," I say, sinking down onto my elbows. The shift in my weight makes my back arch, leaving me open to Stone's ministrations.

"O—okay," Milo breathes out.

I take great joy in licking his cock from base to tip like a lollipop. He throws his head back, his hands clenching into fists by his sides. The thrill of power thrums through my veins as I grip the base and wrap my mouth around the head of his cock.

Who knew the omega side of me was territorial? I love the fact that I get to be Milo's first. First and last, because after getting a taste of this? After getting to hear the noises he's making? Like hell am I ever going to let Milo go.

"Fuck," Milo groans as I do my best to open my throat and swallow him down.

I've never enjoyed a cock in my mouth more than this very moment. I'm consumed by the determination to blow Milo's mind, to make him feel better than he ever has.

That is, until I feel Stone's tongue licking up along my pussy.

A moan of surprise leaves my throat, vibrating around the head of Milo's cock. He responds by gripping the back of my head and pushing me deeper than I expected.

"Oh God, I'm so sorry!" He apologizes as my eyes start to water. "I didn't mean?—"

I interrupt his apology by shoving my head further along, gagging myself on his cock again.

Milo's eyes squeeze shut as the hold he has on my hair tightens.

My movements are a lot sloppier, but Milo doesn't seem to mind. I can't focus as hard because Stone's tongue is literally driving me insane. It's like he's playing my body like an instrument. He knows exactly what to do to make my body sing with pleasure.

"W—wait," Milo gasps, tugging me off of his cock. Stone pauses and pulls away from me, giving us all a moment to breathe.

A string of saliva hangs between my tongue and the head of his cock as I pant, trying to catch my breath. I look up at Milo through my lashes and smile.

I know I probably look like a mess. A hot mess, if the redness on the tips of Milo's ears is any indication.

"You—you've gotta give me a fighting chance," Milo chuckles. "I'm gonna—I'm gonna lose it before I even get a shot."

"Oh, is this your way of saying you want to fuck me, Milo?" I say, my voice a sultry whisper as I sit up onto my knees.

"I—I?—"

"I want you to fuck me," I say, grabbing his hand and bringing it between my legs. "I'm dripping, Milo. I need to be fucked."

"I have no idea what I did to deserve this," he murmurs under his breath like a reverent prayer.

"You're you," I whisper, pressing my forehead against his. "You don't have to do anything else."

He nods before he leans in and presses a sensual kiss against my lips.

I flash a sultry smile at Milo over my shoulder before I bend over, getting on my hands and knees again, except this time, I'm facing Stone.

"Your turn," I say, looking up at him. From this angle, Stone seems larger than life. Even with him on his knees, his sheer bulk and size is a little overwhelming. "You're a big giver, but it's about time I got a taste of you."

"Whatever a sweet little omega like you wants? You get," Stone says, brushing some of my hair away from my face as he wraps it in his fist for leverage.

"I don't know if I'd call myself sweet," I hum, reaching greedily for the waistband of Stone's boxers.

"Oh my God," Milo says from behind me. I feel his hands rest at my hips and I can practically feel his eyes on me right now. Like he wants to take a mental picture he'll never forget.

"You heard what she wanted," Theo growls. His smoked cardamom scent swirls around us, his dominance sending a shiver down my spine. "Our omega wants to be fucked. And based on the way she's practically salivating for Stone's cock, she wants you both at the same time."

He's right.

Something twists low in my belly and a cramp hits me. I let out a whine as I brace myself against it, burying my face into Stone's massive thigh.

"I need—I need you," I whimper. "Please, God, I need your cock, Milo."

Turns out, I don't need to ask twice because he lines his cock up at the entrance of my pussy, dragging the head up and down my slit. Then he thrusts forward slowly, stretching me on his massive cock in such a delicious way.

Normally, I'm used to putting on a show when I have a cock inside me. But there's no acting necessary here. I don't think I could stifle the moans leaving my throat even if I tried.