Page 35 of Knottily Ever After (Crescent Lake Cozy Omegaverse #1)

Chapter Thirty-Four

Ben

T he last week had passed in a flurry.

I’d jinxed myself when I told Violet that Lloyd’s was dead.

The hotel that overlooks Crescent Lake was actually booked with a bunch of conventions back-to-back this year, and the one they’re hosting now is for fans of some vampire series I’ve never heard of.

Many of the attendees wanted a commemoration of the occasion in the form of something permanent, and headed to Lloyd’s.

So, now even Lloyd himself is working every day, because there are only three tattoo artists in the whole town.

I’m sure Lloyd working this much must upset his pack. He’s in semi-retirement and deserves to sit back and relax, especially with the reopening of Lilly’s floral shop tomorrow.

She should stock dark flowers and start dyeing some black for these convention-goers.

I make a mental note to text the idea to Lloyd.

It’s just before dinner. Lloyd and Tommy had relieved me to start their night shift, the busiest time of day right now. Probably a mix of vampire love and the fact the convention ended each day at seven in the evening.

When I arrive home, I rush straight into the shower. This is the first night I’m home in three days, and I intend to get as close to Violet as the laws of physics allow.

Once I’ve showered, shaved, and throw on some clean clothes, I head for the kitchen where Vaughn is cooking with Quinn.

“All fresh and clean now?” Quinn asks with a knowing smirk.

I can’t even be mad. “I am indeed.”

Vaughn looks at me over his shoulder from the sink. “You’re off tomorrow, right?”

“Yeah, if you can believe it. Tommy is picking up a double.” I consider for a moment, my mind picking up breadcrumbs and putting them in a line. “Shit, I think their pack might be trying to have a baby.”

“No shit,” Quinn puts his kitchen shears down with a laugh. “No wonder he wants more pay.”

I shake my head, eyes rolling. “What’s going on tomorrow, Vaughn?”

“I want us to all go out to dinner,” he tells me, bringing some washed vegetables to Quinn. “I think we should show Violet how normal and accepted packs are here, first-hand. Away from Hops & Scotch.”

“I love it,” Quinn chimes with a decisive chop of a carrot.

I agree. “It sounds like a good idea. And it will show everyone we’re together.”

“Not like they couldn’t smell it,” Quinn chuckles, still concentrating on his chopping.

If I roll my eyes again, they may get stuck. “Where is Violet, anyway?”

“She’s been in her room writing all day,” Vaughn tells me. “She said she had a new idea and just had to get as much of it down as possible.”

Hm. I probably shouldn’t bother her, but maybe she deserves a break, even a short one to say “Hello” or something. Nothing wrong with that.

I turn to the hallway and head for Violet’s door. When I knock, there’s no immediate response. I wait for another beat, then knock again, my brows growing tight. More silence, and I try the door, find it unlocked, and ease it open, peering around it as it opens.

The room is dark, the curtains drawn, only the low light of a bedside lamp on.

Violet is not at her desk.

There is a makeshift canopy surrounding her bed, sheets and blankets draped from a central point on the ceiling.

I’m so shocked by the sight that the scent emanating from the small opening in the sheets doesn’t register with me right away.

When it does, I’m drawn to the bed, and who is inside of it, like someone’s grabbed me by the chest and is pulling me.

“Violet?” I keep my voice quiet and gentle. I fire off a quick text to my group chat with the guys and stuff my phone back in my pocket. I nearly tiptoe my way to the small gap at the foot of the bed.

I’ve never been around an Omega in heat before, but the way my senses recognize what’s happening, like they’re yelling, “ This is it!” is frightening.

It isn’t just the presence of a nest, it’s how her springtime wildflower scent has grown more potent, thick and dense in the air, more so the closer I get to her, until I’m almost choking on her scent in the most delightful way.

When I’m facing the gap, I slowly drop to my knees and peer inside, not daring to get closer until invited.

“Violet, baby,” I sing softly. “It’s Ben, baby. Can you please tell me you’re okay, love?”

There’s movement and the bed shifts, then a pale face barely peeks out from the shadows. “I’m okay.” She’s quiet, speaking quickly. She’s wrapped entirely with a thick blanket, covered from her hair to her toes.

I can feel the arrival of Vaughn and Quinn, and thankfully, they stop in the doorway, waiting. Their senses must be in overdrive, too.

“Can we do anything for you, Violet?” I’m using that voice adults use with children who are upset, and I’m not entirely sure why. But she seems to respond to it.

“I’m hot,” she whispers.

I blink at her. “Baby, take the blanket off.”

Her head shakes and she slinks back a bit.

I panic. “Okay, okay,” my hands are up, palms facing her. “Keep it on.” I give Vaughn and Quinn a pleading glance, watch as Vaughn swallows before easing his way through the door.

“Baby Girl,” he calls.

“Daddy,” she whispers, and I shoot Vaughn a surprised look, to which he looks a bit smug.

“It’s me, Baby Girl,” he says from outside the gap, leaning down to peer in. “Quinn’s here, too. We all want to be near you, if it’s okay?”

She must nod because Vaughn waves Quinn closer, and he makes the same slow, creeping moves to approach the bed.

“Hey, sweetheart,” he says, back rigid, maybe a little afraid. “Wow, look at your nest, Vi. It looks amazing.” He looks at Vaughn then back at me.

Vaughn chimes, “It does look amazing, Baby Girl.”

“Very cozy,” I project from the furthest away.

Around Vaughn’s back, I see Violet’s hand come out of the gap. He gently places the back of his hand in her palm, and her head pokes out for her to inhale the inside of his wrist. Then, she opens the gap, and Vaughn climbs in.

She does the same thing with Quinn, and then holds her hand out for me. For a split second, I panic again, worried that she won’t accept me into her nest, although I know we’re a pack. I know she loves me.

My movements are slow and hesitant as I place my hand on hers.

Instead of sniffing me and gesturing for me to enter, her other hand comes out from under her blanket and strokes the inside of my forearm, those green eyes glimmering as she looks up at me, even in the darkness.

Her lips press against the inside of my wrist, and my breath catches when she places my hand on the side of her face, nuzzling it.

“Benson,” she breathes, then pulls me into her nest.

The space is small, claustrophobic inside. But this is a blessing, being allowed entry with my pack brothers into our Omega’s sacred place.

I knew she’d eventually experience her heat, I just didn’t realize it would be so soon.

But there’s no time to think of this now as Violet lets the blanket fall, revealing her completely bare form. That wildflower scent fills the air, mingling with mine, Vaughn’s, and Quinn’s scents, creating this bouquet that is ours and ours alone.

The scent of our pack.

Vaughn is already purring, a growl building deep in his chest. Quinn’s shirt is off, the fabric laid on the pillows at the head of the bed. Vaughn follows suit with his button-down.

Violet is looking at me expectantly, and it spurs me on. I yank my shirt from my body and gently hold it out to her like an offering. She takes my tee and buries her face in the black cloth, inhaling deeply before adding it to the pile of shirts beside her.

She crawls to Vaughn, tilts her head up expectantly. He swoops in to capture her lips, and fuck. All this time, we hadn’t really been into PDA around each other. I’d been worried that we—okay, I —might get jealous seeing Violet with either of my pack brothers, but how wrong I was.

Watching Vaughn plunder her mouth, drawing whines and mewls from our Omega, my dick is hard as a rock. Painful, really.

My breathing grows ragged as Quinn pries Violet’s lips from Vaughn’s and sucks them down voraciously.

As I watch her shapely hips sway and circle, her slick glistening down the insides of her thighs, there’s only one thing I can think of.

With a quick twist of my body, I’m on my back, head between those glorious, creamy thighs, burying my face in her pussy.

She cries out, her body jerking, and I grab her legs to pull her down on me, her folds straddling my lips, the delicious tang of her juices flowing into my mouth with every stroke of my tongue, every suckling of her tightening clit.

I register movement on the bed, but my eyes are closed, reveling in the bliss my Omega brings me as she bucks and writhes on my face.

When I feel someone straddle my stomach, Violet drops on all fours, her hands on the bed. My eyes open then to see her tits sway above me just as she takes Quinn into her mouth beside us and sucks. I groan against her flesh at the sight and feel a tap on my leg.

My head drops to the mattress, away from Violet’s glorious pussy, and Vaughn slides into her opening, stroking hard and fierce, two, three times, then pulls out and plunges deep in her ass as she cries out around Quinn’s cock.

With a groan, I lift my head again to capture her clit between my lips.

Vaughn controls the way her hips move across my face with each brutal thrust until I can’t take it.

My dick screaming for pleasure, I hastily undo my fly and push my jeans below my ass, shimmy up the mattress until my cock stands at attention just below Violet’s pussy.

Vaughn and I lock eyes, and he gives a small nod. I grab my dick and line it up with her opening just before Vaughn pushes hard on her shoulders, impaling her on my cock.

The move draws a scream from Violet and she pulls away from Quinn’s dick, but only for a moment before she lets out a tiny growl and attacks him again, sucking him down as he fucks her face.

Inside her pussy, I can feel Vaughn’s dick moving in and out of her ass, our cocks separated only by the fleshy border separating her two canals.

As we find our rhythm, fucking in and out of our Omega, I notice all three of our purrs are unified in the small space, calming and comforting, despite our brutal thrusts.

Then Vaughn pulls out with a groan, manhandling Violet off Quinn’s dick, spinning her body around so her back is to me while I’m still inside her pussy. The twisting sensation almost makes me explode, but I bite the inside of my cheek to stop myself.

“Quinn,” Vaughn’s voice is rough, “come fuck our Omega with Ben. She needs two cocks inside that pussy.”

There’s no questioning, no second thought. Violet’s whine is obscene at Vaughn’s command, and her slick pours from her core like a river.

Quinn and Vaughn switch places, Vaughn wiping his dick off on something in the dark as Violet leans back, her hair tickling my face as I feel the head of Quinn’s cock probe the hole my dick is occupying.

He looks at me as if asking permission, and I nod.

Pleasuring our Omega is all that matters, all I can think of.

And he dives in, his cock sliding easily inside, the bottoms of our lengths rubbing against each other as I fuck her from below, Quinn from the front. Then, Violet is choking on Vaughn’s dick, his hand gripping the back of her head and pulling her dangerously deep onto his dick.

“Suck it like a good girl,” he growls. “That’s it. Suck Daddy’s cock.”

His filthy words seem to spur her on, one hand gripping his cock as he fucks her throat, the other gripping my shoulder to hold herself up.

My hands slide up her sides and move to her front, grasp those lush, large breasts in my hands and squeeze. “You like that, baby?” I breathe as I keep fucking her pussy with Quinn. “You like having two of your Alphas claim your pussy?”

She whines and cries around Vaughn’s cock, and he gives a wicked chuckle. “She loves it.”

“Fuck yeah, she does,” Quinn chimes, increasing his speed and power with a grunt.

Vaughn groans and pulls out of her mouth.

In some unspoken agreement, Quinn pulls away as well, and both of them reposition Violet, spinning her on my cock again, yanking a shout of ecstasy from my lips as she faces me again.

Vaughn positions himself beside Quinn and pushes Violet back down, where her lips meet mine in a hazed frenzy.

I can taste Vaughn and Quinn in her mouth, identify their taste by their scents on some animal level as her tongue circles and dances with mine and she whines and moans into my mouth.

Then, being inside of her becomes the tightest fit I’ve ever felt as Vaughn and Quinn enter her ass in unison. I swallow her screams of pleasure, wrap my arms around her body and fuck her in time with my brothers, synchronized purring intensifying.

We fuck and fuck, chasing all our pleasure until the nest is filled with shouts and howls, growls and whines, and finally snarls.

There’s a shift inside my mouth I can’t explain, that I’ve never experienced before, and the desire, the drive to bite, it’s uncontrollable.

So I do. I strike at Violet’s clavicle, drawing the sweetest nectar from her veins. She screams, slick squirting all over my body in a new wave before she sinks her teeth into my pectoral, just above my heart.

It isn’t long before Quinn and Vaughn strike, too, gripping her back and shoulder in their teeth with the loudest moans I’ve ever heard. Violet reciprocates with them, too, marking Quinn’s bicep and the juncture of Vaughn’s neck and shoulder.

My pack brothers and I purr and lick our marks on Violet’s body as our cocks swell, mine growing so large I’m startled in the back of my mind.

The four of us stay inside that nest for three days, only leaving for necessary bodily functions, not even to eat.

Oh, and to send hasty messages in order to have coverage for work.

We are beyond lucky to live in an understanding and accepting community who knows what we’re going through as a pack.

Once the haze lifts, and all of us are of sound mind once again, if weak body, Violet peers at us from the mattress, sated and swathed in a blissful glow. “I love you all,” she whispers, a weak smile on her lips.

“We love you, Baby Girl,” Vaughn tells her, kissing her hand.

“That we do.” Quinn gives her his famous grin, but it’s definitely an exhausted version.

“Forever,” I add, hearing the fatigue in my voice as well.

“We want you to stay, Violet. Here. With us.” Vaughn’s tone holds a bit of pleading, the polar opposite of how he commanded us all, especially Violet, in bed for the last three days.

Her smile is bright, like she’s been given strength by his words. “Yes,” she says. “I’ll stay with you all.”

My heart swells with love, pride, and hope, as we all curl up together for some well-earned rest.