Page 21 of Pucking With My Head (Pucking Pregnant #4)

Cullen

Jensen:

Bethany went into surprise heat. It looks like we are going to be helping her through it. Get your ass home!

W hen the text came through, I stared at my phone for a moment.

We were in the middle of dinner service, and I was trying to figure out what the text meant.

It seemed inconceivable that Bethany would be going into heat at our house.

So, even though the message was right there in front of me, it took a second for my brain to catch up.

Then I was out of the restaurant so damn fast, I must have broken several speed limits on the way home.

Sweet, crisp apple saturated the entire house. It wasn’t the normal amount that was present whenever Bethany was around. It was more intense, thick, and so much sweeter.

It was the smell of an omega in heat.

“Hey,” Jensen greeted me with a tight smile. He and Joey were sitting at the kitchen island, doing her homework.

“Hey…”

“Daddy!” My daughter launched herself at me, wrapping me up in a hug.

“Hello, kiddo! You working hard?” I asked.

She nodded, pouting slightly. “I don’t like math.”

As much as I enjoyed every moment with my daughter, I was wondering what the hell was going on upstairs.

“I’m about to help Little Miss into bed,” Jensen said, his voice measured. “Why don’t you see what Gid is up to?”

My eyebrows rose. He was hiding it well from our daughter, but I could tell the fucker was jealous.

I said my good nights to Joey and gave one last parting grin to Jensen before I made my way up the stairs. With each step, the smell of sweet apple only intensified.

Without bothering to knock, I waltzed into Gideon’s room. It didn’t take a genius to figure out what room they were in. I simply followed my nose.

Gideon was lying back on his bed, a very naked, sleeping Bethany curled up on his chest. Covered only by the sheet that was thrown over the two of them, it dipped low, showing the smooth expanse of her back.

My mouth went dry at the sight. Pressed up against my pack mate, she was snoring lightly as he ran a hand through her hair.

“The first wave ended pretty quickly. She needs to rest as much as she can before it really hits,” Gideon whispered, looking down at her. “We are in no way prepared for this.”

We weren’t, but we were going to have to make it work.

“I’ll text the restaurant and get them to drop off food for us so there’s plenty of snacks for her. We will have to swap out to make sure someone’s with Joey at all times. Jensen’s going to put her to bed soon, but then I have no doubt he’ll be up here.”

Gideon chuckled. “Poor fucker is probably losing his mind, being patient.”

Oh, undoubtedly. I knew I would be climbing the walls if I had to wait like he was.

We were fathers first and foremost, though, so Joey had to be our priority.

Thankfully, with Jensen taking the first shift, it meant that I could move my attention to the stunning blonde omega curled up on my pack mate’s chest.

“I’m going to hop in your shower and wash off the restaurant funk, okay?” I could have gone back to my own room to my own shower, but I didn’t want to be too far away from Bethany.

Internally, I was warring with myself. I wanted to help Bethany if she wanted me to help her, but we hadn’t exactly had the best relationship up until now.

I had been awful to her when I was frustrated at my own lack of restraint.

She had slapped me, rightfully so, and called me names, and I had accosted her.

“Yeah, go for it.”

“You sure she wants me here?” I asked softly, voicing the thought that was plaguing me.

Gideon nodded. “Yeah, when she had a moment of lucidity, we spoke, and she’s all in. All three of us.”

I exhaled, pleased with Gideon’s answer, but also surprised.

With a final nod, I hauled myself into the shower, making sure to wash myself thoroughly. The last thing I wanted to do was get the restaurant stink all over Bethany. It was hardly an appealing smell. I wanted her to enjoy my scent, not that of the back of house.

I was halfway through washing my hair when the shower curtain was pulled back and a very sleepy-looking Bethany stood there, wearing a T-shirt that clearly belonged to one of us because it was giant on her.

“Hey,” she whispered, her eyes raking over me.

“You escaped Gideon?” I asked, cocking an eyebrow.

“I’m here,” my pack mate said from the doorway.

I should have known he wouldn’t let her out of his sight.

Bethany cocked her head to the side, taking me in. I wasn’t shy; I knew I looked good, and her appreciation only served to inflate my ego further.

Was she waiting for me to get out?

Just as I was about to reach for the dial to turn the shower off, she hopped right in, plastering herself to me, T-shirt still on.

“Oh, hello.” I smiled, wrapping my arms around her as she pressed her nose into my neck. “Do I smell good?”

“She’s having a spike. She needs a knot right now, and mine is still recovering,” Gideon explained.

She hummed in agreement, her hands running over my body as she did. Naturally, I was already hard as a rock and ready to go. Simply having her in the shower, even covered in a shirt, was like a fucking wet dream. Her perfume permeated the shower as slick started to run down her thighs.

Thankfully, we were in a shower.

“What do you want?”

“Knot,” she said simply.

“Here or bed?”

She frowned for a moment. “Here. Then nest.”

I glanced at Gideon, whose eyes were widening. We hadn’t thought about a nest. Omegas needed a nest, especially when they were in heat. It was how they felt secure and comfortable.

“Turn around,” I ordered, smiling when she did as I commanded, sticking her butt out pointedly.

Lifting the damp T-shirt, I took a moment to enjoy the sight of her pert ass. How many times had I appreciated it in those tight leggings she skated in? Too many to count.

“Hands on the wall, omega,” I growled as my lips found her back, sucking on the skin there. Fuck, I wanted to bite her, but for now, I was going to make do with leaving my marks all over her body.

It wasn’t hard to line myself up; she was displaying her perfect ass just right so I could slide in.

“Yes! Fuck!” she cursed as I slid to the hilt.

My legs trembled with the intensity of her walls wrapped around me.

She was fucking phenomenal. The warm wetness strangling my cock was all I could think about.

I wanted to be gentle, but the moment her slick touched my cock, it was like I was right back in the hallway of the restaurant with her pinned up against the wall, everything in me screaming that I needed to claim, to fuck, to own her.

Except, this time, the audience was my pack mate, and she was wet, willing, and ready. I had fucking died and gone to heaven.

“How is this pussy so fucking perfect?” I muttered, nipping at her neck as I started to thrust. “Is this what you wanted, to be fucked up against a shower wall by a nice big alpha knot?”

“Yes!” She nodded, but her movement was somewhat restricted due to the way I was now pressing my weight into her back.

“Good girl. I’m going to use this beautiful pussy again and again over the next few days. I’ll fill you with knots and cum at every opportunity. You’ll be feeling our knots for days, carrying our scent.”

I could tell that my words were hitting home because, with every thrust, her pussy wept more delicious-smelling slick.

“More, please, more,” she babbled, her hands scrabbling for purchase on the cool tile wall as she shoved her ass back, meeting me thrust for thrust.

“You’ll get what I give you,” I growled, nipping at her shoulder, making her legs tremble. “This is just the start. This pretty pussy is going to be so well used by every single one of us that—fuck.”

She screamed so loudly that one of my hands had to snap over her mouth to avoid her alerting Joey as she came almost violently. All the blood flow to my cock was restricted as her walls pulsed around me.

“That’s it. Come all over my cock. Cover me in your slick, omega,” I rumbled, pressing her harder into the tile.

My vision tunneled, and I forgot where we were, who was watching, and everything else to do with my surroundings.

My knot started to expand, filling her to the brim, stretching those perfect walls around me.

My head swam and my body moved of its own accord, pressing deeper into her.

There was only Bethany.

Taking my knot like a fucking angel.

Coming again.

And again.

I had no idea orgasms could last so long. Bethany drained every last drop from me and left me feeling like a happy, exhausted, wrung-out husk.

That was only the first time knotting her.

There were going to be many more while she was in heat.

“Fuck,” she mumbled sleepily as we came down from the high.

I wrapped my arms around her waist, keeping her standing, since her legs were trembling almost violently. I was shocked I was able to hold us up because my own legs were feeling less than stable.

Even though I was utterly drained, I couldn’t resist touching her, kissing her neck, inhaling lungfuls of her sweet apple scent as we slowly returned to earth.

We stood like that together for almost twenty minutes, enjoying the closeness. Her forehead was pressed against the tile, her breathing returning to normal.

When I finally pulled out with a groan, she whimpered at the loss.

“Again?” she asked softly, making me chuckle. Even exhausted, she still wanted more.

“Soon,” I assured her. “How about we get dry, put on our clothes, and go to bed? Then, once you’ve rested, you can nest.”

Turning to me with a sweet smile, she nodded, letting me guide her out of the shower, where Gideon was waiting with a fluffy towel to dry the soggy omega.

I didn’t get such treatment—I had to dry myself.

Then again, I was nowhere near as cute as Bethany.

Even while we were getting her dressed, she clung to us, sticking her face in our chests and being clingy.

I secretly loved it.

Climbing into bed, Bethany made a happy little chirping noise as she nestled herself between us.

The door to the bedroom opened, and Jensen padded in, smiling at the sight of us in a cuddle puddle as Bethany caught her breath.

He grinned. “It smells like someone’s having fun in here.”

Bethany’s head popped up as she looked at Jensen hopefully. “Alpha,” she whined in that sweet voice that made my cock stand to attention.

“Hey, pretty girl,” he cooed as she crawled over to him, meeting her at the edge of the bed. “How are you feeling?”

She pouted. “Icky.”

“What can I do to make it better?” he asked, leaning in and placing a painfully soft kiss on her lips.

“Knot?” she asked hopefully, making me chuckle. She was working through us fast.

“I got the impression that you’ve received a couple of knots in the last hour.” He smirked.

“More.” She smiled sweetly, pawing at his shirt.

“For you? Anything.”