Page 29 of Spark (Damselverse #2)

Chapter twenty-nine

Dacre

I rush out of the firehouse the moment I get Nolan's text.

“Good luck!” Dane singsongs.

Just as I reach the door, though, I bump into the new recruit, Strong. He’s a giant bear of an Alpha and could easily crush my head with his massive hand alone.

“Sorry about that," I gasp. "Family emergency.”

He's an intimidating guy, but when he steps aside, gesturing his hand towards the door, I realize he is just a big, friendly teddy bear beneath all that facial hair.

“Good luck, Bloom,” he says in a deep baritone voice.

No doubt the whole firehouse knows about my predicament now, but I have more important matters to attend to.

Zara has gone into heat.

And I will be damned if I miss this one like I missed her last one. That had been a phantom heat, but I don’t care…

I will move heaven and earth just to be by Zara’s side.

Finally, I jump into my car in the parking lot, revving the engine. I’m not the safest driver at the moment, but my Alpha is desperate.

I just hope no traffic cop stops me.

The moment the house looms into view at the end of the street, my Alpha relaxes. Now he whines, yearning to be back by his Omega’s side.

Nolan’s car is already in the garage when I pull up.

Good. We’re all accounted for.

When I enter the house, Granny grabs my arm, dragging me up the stairs. “Where have you been? Get up there, now!”

I don't think. I just nod, flying up the stairs. But then I stop on the sixth step, looking back at her.

Is she aware that I am about to rail her granddaughter?

Is she not uncomfortable?

Am I comfortable with her complacency? I just don't know…

This is weird.

She sighs, rolling her eyes. When I spy the wooden spoon in her hands, I flinch.

“For fuck’s sake… You kids today. My granddaughter needs a knot, ASAP. So, if you don't get your ass up those stairs right now, kid, then I will drag you up myself personally.”

Shit. And she means it, too. Now I take two steps at a time as I head up the stairs toward Zara’s nest.

The moment I burst through the door, finding Zara sandwiched between Nolan and Xavier, I sigh.

Thank God. She’s safe. And knotted.

The Omega reaches her arms out for me, and I don’t think; I move straight to her side. I fumble with my belt, throwing it unceremoniously to one side. Then I tug her closer so I can enter her for the very first time.

Nolan's knot has finally loosened, so she comes to me with ease.

At first, I go slow, building up the perfect rhythm, one that will surely get her heart racing and her blood pumping. But then I pick up the pace, slapping my hips against hers hard as I bring her to her peak.

Zara throws her head back, clenching around my cock. My hips stutter, and then I reach my own climax, emptying my seed inside her.

My knot swells, stretching out her fine muscles, and once she's thoroughly satisfied, she drops down onto the bed, gasping and panting for air.

Nolan and Xavier purr for her, brushing aside her wet hair as it sticks to her face. Her lavender perfume spreads across the room like a heady, potent cloud, and I breathe her in, letting her scent settle at the back of my throat.

It awakens my Alpha, and only one word repeats in my mind while I'm locked inside her.

Mine.

I've dreamed of this very moment from the day I first spied her sweet face; I've yearned for this moment ever since she appeared in my dreams.

My Alpha spies the soft spot of her pulse as it flutters beneath her dewy skin, and he just wants to sink his teeth into her.

Yet he holds back.

Not now.

Later.

We haven’t discussed it yet, but we will bite our Omega when she is ready.

And we will do it as a pack.

I can tell that my brothers share the same sentiment through the bond as they nod their affirmations.

Now I lie down on the bed, wrapping my Omega up in several blankets as she falls asleep.

***

I’m poked awake in the back by a wooden spoon some hours later, and then I open my eyes, finding the sharp eyes of Granny.

I grab the blankets immediately, covering up my modesty.

Holy shit. I'm naked under these sheets.

Yet Granny barely looks perturbed as she places her hand on her hips, raising her brows at me.

That’s when I pick up on the sweet scent of biscuits, spying the plate in her hand.

“I said, would you like a biscuit?” she asks, exasperated.

I blink. “Y-yes.”

They do smell amazing.

Seriously, we never really planned this through. Is Granny just going to be here for Zara’s entire heat?

I lift my head, spying Zara nestled between Nolan and Xavier. Judging by the sweet expression of bliss on her face, she has her legs wrapped around Xavier’s cock.

She most likely has his knot inside her, too.

Granny places the biscuits onto the sideboard. “For when she wakes. She’s going to need all the energy she can get.”

The older Omega snorts, moving back toward the door.

I’m confused. Does none of this bother her?

“Granny…” I start, rubbing my eyes. “Are you—?"

She sighs. “I wasn’t born yesterday, kid. I know where babies come from.”

Oh, fuck.

This is so awkward.

She narrows her shrewd eyes at me. Then her gaze drifts over to Zara, Nolan, and Xavier.

I envy all three of them then; I sure wish I were asleep right now because this is one of the most awkward conversations I have ever had.

Granny rolls her eyes. “ Fine. I will take the cats with me and stay at a friend’s house. You Alphas of today are such prudes!"

Prudes? No, I’m not a prude. I just don’t feel comfortable having sex around my Omega’s grandmother.

“You don’t have to do that,” I start to say, but she’s already shutting the door.

She looks back at me. “If it helps you get my granddaughter off, then I will do what it takes. I get that these things are unprecedented. The perks of being an Omega…”

I run a hand through my tousled hair. “Are you sure?”

Granny looks at me pointedly. “Yes. However, if I come home and find that my granddaughter has not been thoroughly satisfied, then this spoon will end up down your throat.”

She spins the wooden spoon in her head.

I swallow. “Noted.”

Well, we certainly have Granny’s blessings then.

“Well, good luck, all of you.”

She shuts the door softly, and I lie back on the bed, staring at the ceiling for a while.

Yeah… That’s a conversation I am not going to forget for a while.

When Zara begins to stir again, I jump straight into action, joining her side.

She needs me, and I swear that I will be there for her always; I will never keep her wanting or guessing ever again.

Besides, I'd rather not have a wooden spoon shoved down my throat, thank you.