Page 37 of Where There’s Smoke (Fire House Omegas #2)

Melody

I ’d finished putting away the last of the groceries and decided to have a seat on the couch in the guys’ living room. The place was still so beautiful, and being inside it felt like a special treat. But the pack leader had said he just needed to put away a bit of laundry.

He still wasn’t out yet, and I was getting antsy, and he probably needed help anyway.

So, I sighed and stood up, going down the long hallway and then upstairs to his bedroom.

The guys were technically off shift again, so I’d decided to follow Elliot to do a few errands, and that had led to us being at the packhouse.

This place was enormous, and I could see why the pack had been so grateful to have the laundry room on the second floor with the bedrooms. That’d be a hell of a walk with a full hamper of clothes. Walking up to the open master bedroom door at the end of the hall, I rapped my knuckles on the wood.

“Need some help?”

Elliot paused, looking back over his shoulder. He appeared a touch surprised, but it melted into an easy smile, and I liked how much more he’d been doing that around me.

“Yeah, thanks.” Elliot walked around to the side of the large king bed in his room, giving me a spot to stand at the end near the hamper. “I’m just folding. I didn’t realize how far behind we’d gotten on laundry. There’s still another load in the washer.”

I chuckled, walking up to the bed and grabbing out a shirt. Folding it on the mattress into a neat square, I placed it on the pile of shirts Elliot had started. Eyeing the pile, I noticed just how large it was, just like the pile of pants and mound of socks next to it.

“This is a lot of clothes. You didn’t really go through all this in a week, did you?”

Elliot laughed, shaking his head. “It’s not just me. There’s Samson’s and Fitz’s stuff in there too.”

Glancing at the three piles again, I couldn’t find any differentiation, but when I looked over at the chair and ottoman off to the side, more piles of clothes were set on them.

“Jeez. Remind me to get you a maid for Christmas. This is way too much laundry.”

Again, Elliot was chuckling, and I liked that sound.

Loved it, even. We folded clothes in the quiet for a while, and in the background, the gentle sounds of music played, something I hadn’t noticed when I entered.

It was a steady tempo, not too fast or slow, and there was a pleasant, easygoing nature to it that I immediately pegged as lo-fi.

I couldn’t believe Elliot, of all people, was listening to something like that.

“You’re listening to lo-fi?” I glanced up, furrowing my brow at him.

“Ugh, don’t judge me. It’s Fitz’s fault.

He got me turned on to it, and I find it relaxing now.

” The playful guilt in his eyes was adorable, and I warmed knowing again just how close the three of them were.

Elliot was such a grump—there was no way around that—but there was a lot beneath it too. Kindness, resolute loyalty, patience.

Oh, and a spectacular cock.

A needle of arousal shot straight through me, sudden but undeniable, and I reflexively clenched my thighs together.

Elliot and I had gotten closer, started to figure each other out, and it made it that much easier to jump right into the sack with him.

I remembered all the amazing things we’d done during the heat, and I couldn’t deny that the idea of doing them again—heat or no heat—was extremely appealing.

“Whatcha thinking about over there?” Flicking my eyes up, they landed on Elliot as he paused in folding and stared at me, his lids low and a smirk lifting the corner of his mouth.

Heat rushed through me, my cheeks on fire, and I darted my attention back to the second shirt I’d been folding and had only made it halfway through.

“Nothing.”

Being a beta—or thinking I was—had come with some advantages. Namely, that I wasn’t oozing perfume all over the place when I got the least bit aroused. Being called out on it made me feel exposed and vulnerable.

Though, I wasn’t sure if I totally minded the idea of Elliot being able to tell, of him knowing and scenting me, of deciding just what he was going to do about it.

Trying uselessly to busy myself with the laundry, I heard the floorboards creak as Elliot sauntered over to me, that scent of his swirling and making slick pool inside me.

He hummed a low growl, coming up behind me and pushing my hair off my neck and over the opposite shoulder.

My heart was beating hummingbird fast as Elliot lowered his lips to my skin, brushing them over me gently and taking a deep breath.

“Now, see, your scent tells a different story, omega. Because I can smell your arousal, that melony scent is damn strong, precious.”

I was going to burst into flames, but I was so okay with that.

This was not where I’d seen the day going, but I wasn’t complaining.

Still, this tiny part of me wanted to make Elliot work for it a little.

I mean, he’d been such an ass about the fire thing, making him earn a taste felt entirely appropriate.

“So what if it is? I thought we came in here to do laundry.”

Abruptly, Elliot spun me around to face him. He towered over me, holding either of my shoulders as I clutched the stupid shirt of his. Our eyes met, and Elliot’s smirk went straight to my pussy, which clenched around nothing. God, I wanted his knot something fierce.

“Don’t tease me, precious. You smell too damn good, and I’m not going to be able to help myself.”

His dark eyes were glittering with hunger, and the feeling of Elliot’s hands on me lit me up like a firefly.

I felt like I was glowing, melting into a puddle of desire and need.

I wasn’t going into another heat. There was no pain, no cramps, but the desperation I felt to be touched by this grumpy alpha was just as intense.

“Help yourself with what?” I kept my voice low, dropping my stare to his mouth before meeting his eyes again beneath a lidded gaze. “It’s not like I’m doing anything. I was just folding a shirt.”

That heavenly growl rumbled out of him again, and Elliot tried to snatch away his shirt. I gripped it harder, pressing my body against the fabric, which only crashed me into his broad chest.

“No.” My cheeks blazed hotter, no doubt bright red at this point. I wanted his shirt. I wanted this on e. And I was going to put it right in the nest.

“You want it so badly? Fine. You can keep it.” I relaxed a hair but immediately regretted it when I saw the spark of something mischievous in Elliot’s eyes. “Like this.”

In a flash, Elliot wound the tee around my wrists and then hoisted them up over my head.

He was so much stronger and faster than me, and while I experienced a brief hit of nerves, it all fell away as he crashed his lips on me, switching to hold my wrists with one hand.

With the other, Elliot roamed his palm over my skin, pushing up my shirt and gripping my breast. I moaned against his lips right as he tipped us back onto the bed.

A yelp of surprise left me, quickly swallowed by Elliot’s kisses, and my eyes fluttered closed, my hips rolling against his without me even thinking about it.

“So needy, precious. Are you that worked up already?” Using his free hand, Elliot yanked the bandeau bra up over my breasts, exposing me. “I did warn you. Now, you’re just going to have to lie back and enjoy.”

The piles of neatly folded clothes beneath us were done for, and I didn’t care in the slightest. Elliot's large body pressed between my thighs, and his mouth went to my nipple, licking and sucking and nibbling. Slick coated me, breaching my panties and getting on the leggings I wore. I was overwhelmed by the sensations that had rocked me so quickly, but I didn’t want it to stop.

Elliot squeezed, tightening his grip on the tee cuffing my wrists. The pressure was new and incredible, and I rolled my hips against his, silently begging for him to knot me already. I felt horribly impatient, needing this impressive, dominating man to make me feel as good as he had before.

“Are you asking for something, precious? Use your words.” His lips and stubble brushed over my skin, making goose bumps sprout all over me.

“Knot me, Elliot. Please .” I squirmed against him, hungry for more sensation. “I need your scent and your body all over me.”

A delighted chuckle left him, and Elliot sank back, draping my restrained wrists over his head so I hung around his neck.

With a grin that could melt the sturdiest of people, he scooped up my hips, yanking my leggings and panties down.

They bunched around my ankles before he shoved them down one foot and then the other.

“I want you to be nice and loud, precious. I have you all to myself, and I want the entire world to hear how much you love it.”

All I could do was nod, already dizzy from the thunderous arousal surging through my veins. Elliot was quick to lower his zipper, pushing his pants down just enough and pulling out his thick erection. His knot was swollen and pulsing, and my pussy flooded with slick, clenching.

Positioning himself at my entrance, he rubbed the head of his cock through my folds, and I mewled, whimpering as lightning bolts of pleasure erupted inside me. I lifted my leg, hooking it around his waist and pulling him close so that he began to slip inside my pussy.

“My hungry, little omega.” He groaned, sliding back and forth, going deeper after each retreat. “That’s it. That’s so good, precious. Grip my cock tight.”

He thrust hard then, and I yelped as his impressive erection drove in up to the knot.

He stretched me so much, the thickest and longest of Pack Wilder, and my mind blanked as I accommodated him.

Elliot rolled his hips, stimulating every single nerve, and I gasped as he hit my G-spot, making me arch.

The pace quickened then, and we both gave ourselves to the delicious madness of it all, rushing toward the edge of release.

“Harder!” I squeezed my arms around Elliot’s neck, digging in my heels. “Please! Fuck me harder !”

A throaty, erotic groan rumbled out of Elliot’s chest, and he growled as he pistoned his hips, not holding back.

I cried out, my eyes rolling back as the pleasure drowned me.

The bed bounced furiously, spilling clothes to the floor in heaps.

But the only thing that mattered was the feeling of my alpha claiming me so thoroughly.

“That’s right, precious. Say my name. Scream out who’s fucking you so damn good.”

He hoisted my leg over his shoulder and then the other, his knot beginning to sink in with each short, but powerful thrust.

“Elliot! Yes! Yes, yes, yes. I need it. Knot me!”

In one incredible stretch, Elliot’s knot drove inside me.

Moaning loud enough to make the sound echo, I tipped over the edge, my orgasm rushing up to me and taking control of my entire reality.

Elliot rocked back and forth, drawing out every clench as I came, slick gushing.

I pulsed around him, and then I felt his strokes stutter, a growling groan slipping free of the deepest core of Elliot’s chest.

As his knot swelled to its fullest, warmth coated my insides as Elliot came.

He jerked sporadically, filling me up as his knot thrummed.

I sighed in this profound, contented pleasure as my walls still hugged him, milking every drop he had.

The two of us went on for several moments, until finally, we could catch our breath and the world outside us came back into focus.

“I hate to say it, Elliot.” I glanced around me, smirking. “But I think the laundry is a disaster.”

He craned his head to look down at the floor, a chuckle blooming as he sighed. “Eh, I’ll just throw it back in the washer. What’s one more load?”

We both laughed, and I pulled my arms from over his head. “I am keeping this shirt, you know.”

“I had a feeling.”