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Chapter 34

Caleb

Two days later, I wake up smelling strawberries and cream.

Stretching a little, I blink my eyes open and see Ava curled up in my arms.

She didn’t fall asleep with my cock in her mouth this time, although I wouldn’t have had any complaints if she had. Watching her suckle my half hard cock like that was one of the most incredible experiences of my life—not just because it felt amazing, but because of the way it seemed to soothe her so completely.

She’s still dead asleep herself, curled into me, her dark hair spilling out around her. It’s almost like a reverse halo, one of sweet rich darkness instead of light.

She’s beautiful. She’s perfection.

I reach out and trace the shape of her face with the tip of my finger, drawing down between her brows, to the top of her nose, and along her cheekbones. It amazes me that we got so lucky with this beautiful, wonderful Omega. There are still moments where I can’t quite believe we actually have her.

I nose in closer, breathing in her scent. It’s absolutely addicting. But I know it’s more than that. It’s not just that she’s beautiful or that she smells good. Plenty of women are beautiful, and plenty of Omegas smell good. This is something more.

Every bit of time I’ve spent with her has made me more certain that this is the woman for us. This is the Omega that I need.

I prop myself up and look at the other three men. All of them are passed out too, dead to the world, which I suppose isn’t surprising. We’ve all been in a haze of sex the past few days, snatching sleep and food when we can and basically helping to fuck Ava in shifts.

Even though we’re all exhausted, the look that I see on the faces of my pack are full of a relaxation I’ve never seen before.

Ethan is usually going a hundred miles a minute. And Dante is our leader. He’s stressed all the time because he feels he has to take care of us as well as our company. Garrett is basically the human personification of a clenched fist.

But now, with Ava… I’ve seen them all relax and open up. Soften. It makes me happy in a way that I didn’t think I could be.

I always knew we needed an Omega. I need an Omega. But I wasn’t sure how to picture what that would look like for us. And I never expected how happy it would make me not only to have an Omega of my own, but to see the other three most important people in my life be happy.

It feels like a miracle.

I know the others have pushed the thoughts away, but I’ve had a lot of time to think about this. I’ve watched them all go through their own struggles. Dante is a protector at heart, and I know he’s wanted an Omega to take care of.

Garrett cut ties with his family, and we watched it make him gruff and closed off, distrusting, wounded in a way he didn’t like to talk about. Now with Ava, I see him opening up. She gives him a reason to soften.

As for Ethan, it’s obvious they were kindred spirits from the start. One look at each other and they’re both grinning helplessly. That guy was gone for her the moment he saw her at the club, and I wish I’d been there so I could’ve seen the look on his face.

I’m so glad that he followed his instincts and brought her home that night. I know Ethan would do anything to protect any panicked, upset Omega, it’s just who he is, but he could’ve put her in a hotel, or called the ORD, or any other number of things to help her.

Instead, he brought her to us. And I’m forever grateful.

I know what to call this, even though the other three might not be ready to say it out loud yet. I’m falling in love with her.

I want to claim her fully and cement our bond. It’s not time yet. We’ll follow Ava’s lead on this and I think we need to focus on getting her through her heat, anyway. Romances love to show the Omega getting the claiming bite during a heat, it’s framed as super romantic and sexy, but honestly, in heat your hormones are taking over.

Yeah, I’ve done a lot of research on this too. Just like they say not to trust it if someone blurts out they love you right after sex, don’t trust an Omega who begs to be bitten during a heat. Sure, they’re not trying to manipulate you. They don’t even realize that they’re lying. The brain is flooded with so many endorphins in the moments of heat and orgasm that you really do believe you want what you’re asking for.

But when the smoke clears, you might realize that you didn’t mean it, and now you’re stuck.

So no, this isn’t a conversation for right now. We need to get through the heat first. But I know that this is for me, in my heart. There’s no doubt in my mind.

I go to lie back down and find Ava’s eyes open and dark, staring at me with hunger. She whimpers and stretches, and I can smell the slick on her. She’s wet and wanting again, and I know that I’m not even going to try to resist her. Why would I?

Ava leans up, whimpering, and I know what she needs.

So I give it to her.

My fingers slide through her gorgeous dark locks, and I savor the feeling of the silky strands against my skin. When I guide her lips to mine, she comes eagerly, her small tongue sliding into my mouth as she makes the sexiest little noise in her throat.

Fuck, her noises .

I can’t even bear to think about this thing between all of us not working out. Even without the bond, I’m so attached to this beautiful Omega that I feel like it would kill me to lose her. But if for some reason she changed her mind and walked out of our lives forever, I know in my soul that I would never forget those noises. Her little gasps and whimpers, her moans and sighs. They’ll live rent-free in my head forever, and I truly wouldn’t want it any other way.

“You’re so beautiful like this,” I murmur between kisses, sliding my tongue over her plush lips.

She draws back just a little, her brown eyes hooded and dark with desire. “Like what? Fucked into oblivion by you and your pack?”

I can’t help the smile that tugs at my lips. I’ve never been one to joke or tease much—that’s more Ethan’s thing than mine—but it feels as natural as breathing to banter with this beautiful, feisty, sweet woman.

“Yes, like that,” I confirm. “Just like that. Although I don’t think you’ve quite reached the point of ‘oblivion’ yet. Maybe I need to try a little harder.”

“Good call.”

She grins against my mouth, reaching up to slide her hands over my shoulders and back. She palms my ass, pulling me closer as she rolls onto her back. I settle between her legs, my cock already hard and pulsing against her cum-slicked pussy. She whimpers when the tip of my dick grazes her clit, her nipples hardening.

“I know you’ll have other heats,” I murmur roughly, going up onto my knees and sliding my hands down the insides of her thighs. “But I’ll always remember this one. I’ll remember every minute of it, sweetheart. The way you sound. The way you smell.” My gaze drops to her pussy, which is swollen and flushed. “The way you look.”

“Me too,” she breathes. “I’ll never forget any of this.”

“Then watch,” I tell her, my voice taking on an edge of Alpha command. I don’t speak in this register as often as Garrett or Dante do, but being around Ava brings it out in me. “Watch your body take my cock.”

She sucks in a breath, her gaze lingering on my face for a moment before it trails downward to the place where I’m lining myself up with her entrance. The head of my shaft disappears inside her, and both of us watch as I slowly press all the way inside. It’s an incredible sight, filthy and beautiful all at once. She stretches around me, her body swallowing me up like it was made for this, and I grip her legs under the knees, lifting her to meet my thrust as I draw out and shove back in.

Her hands come up to squeeze her breasts, her fingers toying with her nipples as she stares at my cock sliding in and out of her.

“Caleb,” she breathes. “You feel so… so good. Never want to… stop fucking you.”

I can’t help the smile that tugs at my lips at that. “I don’t want to either, sweetheart. I’ve found a new definition of heaven, and it’s being inside you.”

My fingers tighten around her legs, and I spread her wider for me, holding her just where I want her as a familiar pressure builds at the base of my spine, my balls tightening. I’ve fucked her enough times by now to be learning her body, and I put that knowledge to good use, tilting her hips up a bit more angling my thrusts to hit her g-spot. She shakes her head back and forth, her breath coming in quick gasps, and although her eyelids drop closed for a moment, she forces them open again a moment later—as if she doesn’t want to miss a second of this.

That makes two of us .

I’m close to coming, and from the way her body is responding to me, I think I could get her over the edge in just a few more strokes too. But instead of going harder to chase that pleasure, I slow down, drawing it out and leaving both of us on a plateau of pleasure, so close to the finish line but just short of crossing it.

“Tell me when you can’t take it anymore,” I whisper, lifting my gaze briefly to meet Ava’s gorgeous brown eyes.

She nods, understanding my meaning. I would never torture my beautiful Omega by denying her an orgasm—or at least, I’d never torture her beyond what I think she’ll enjoy.

And selfishly, I’m not ready for this to be over yet. Even knowing that she’ll likely need to be claimed again by me and my pack before long, I want to hold on to this moment with just the two of us moving in sync. I don’t begrudge sharing her with them at all, but right now, I want her all to myself.

“You’re so good,” I praise her, warmth infusing my voice. “So good for me. So sweet. So fucking sexy.”

She nods, her eyes turning glassy. Her prefect breasts rise and fall faster as she pants, still cupped in her delicate hands. I can feel the way she tightens around me, her inner walls rippling and gripping my cock, and although it takes almost more self-control than I have, I slow my strokes, pulling out almost entirely to give her a chance to drift back down from the edge.

“Beautiful. Just like that,” I murmur when she relaxes a little.

Keeping my gaze locked on her, I slide back in. The incredible sensation of being wrapped in her slick, soft heat hits me all over again, and I pause for a second to get my own shit back under control before I resume my slow, steady thrusts.

I lose track of time as I fuck her like that, pausing before either of us come, pulling back every time we get close. The room is quiet except for our soft noises and the sounds of our bodies joining together, and I feel more at peace in this moment than I have in a long time—maybe ever.

Finally, small tremors start to wrack Ava’s small frame. She moans as I slide into her, her mouth dropping open, and her gaze flies up to meet mine.

“I can’t,” she whispers hoarsely. “Caleb, I can’t hold it off any more. I need… oh fuck, I need to come.”

“Do it,” I tell her, my own muscles straining as pleasure builds inside me like a wild animal trapped inside a cage. I can’t hold back any longer either. “Come for me, sweetheart. Let yourself fall apart. I’ve got you. I’ve always got you.”

With those words, I let go of her legs and lean forward, bracing my body above hers. Our lips collide as I unleash everything I’ve been keeping in check, thrusting into her hard and fast, my cock pounding into her pussy.

She breaks at the exact same moment I do, and I swallow up her scream and keep kissing her, pouring myself into her as she goes tight around me like a vise. My knot swells, my cock pulsing over and over as jets of cum spill into her, and a grunt that feels like it comes all the way from my bones resonates in my chest.

In the aftermath, my arms give out, and I collapse on top of her. Her skin is damp with sweat, just like mine is, and I can feel the racing of her pulse as it trips along just as fast as my own. She wraps her arms and legs around me, and I allow myself to stay like that for a few breaths as I recover from the intensity of my climax.

But I don’t want to crush her, so before she can squirm underneath me in discomfort, I roll us, switching our positions. I end up on my back with Ava draped over me, her small body resting against mine. Another few minutes pass before I finally start to catch my breath, and Ava lifts her head from my chest, pushing messy, tangled dark hair out of her face.

“That… that was…”

Words seem to fail her, which I understand. The English language is failing me at the moment as well. So instead of trying to finish her sentence for her, I just lift my head to press a kiss to her hair, letting my arms drape loosely around her. My fingertips trail down her spine, and she shivers against me, giving a contented little hum.

There it is , I think sleepily. That’s my favorite noise yet.