Page 36 of With A Little Luck

Chapter Thirty

Hartley

R idge isn’t bad company. Hell, after a day of assembling baby furniture, setting up the nursery, and moving the old carpet and dresser that were in the room out to the garage, we’ve bonded.

We both love football, have an extreme distaste for sushi, and don’t intend to let Quincy get away. I figure that’s more in common than some people have. At the very least, it’s the basis for the beginning of a friendship.

We stand around the hallway, finishing our beers just outside the pack bedroom. It almost feels like Ridge is dropping me off at my door after the world’s strangest first date.

“You sure you want to go in there?” he asks, nodding at the door behind me as he takes a swig of his beer.

I snort. “Where else am I going to sleep? The couch?”

He’s not wrong to ask, though.

I’ve been asking myself the same damn thing.

“It’s pretty comfortable. Or you could take Trigg’s bed, since he’s obviously not using it.”

I roll my eyes but jolt, tossing my arms out to stabilize myself as the door is ripped open behind me.

“Jesus Christ,” Ridge mutters. “You forgot your pants.”

“Yes, I know,” Trigg says, sounding frantic. “That’s not the point. I need assistance.”

“Yeah, I’m not touching that with a ten-foot pole,” Ridge says.

I spin around, frowning at how close Trigg is. Close and naked and smelling entirely too strongly of Quincy.

“Her fever hasn’t lessened, and despite my best efforts, I don’t know what the fuck I’m doing,” he growls, grabbing my arm.

My eyes widen.

I just had a long day.

I’m not sure I’m mentally prepared to watch Quincy get fucked by someone who isn’t me.

Are you going to leave Quincy’s well-being to that psychopath?

Fuck no.

“Yeah, you two have fun with that. I’m going to let my dog out, drink another beer or three, and call it a night,” Ridge says from behind me as Trigg pulls me toward the nest.

God.

I hope Quincy understands just what I’m willing to endure to stay by her side.

I drop my beer on the dresser in the pack bedroom on the way in and kick out of my shoes by the door to the nest.

It smells heavily of sex, while Quincy’s pouty face says it all. She’s not pleased Trigg left even for the short amount of time he was gone.

She pushes up onto her forearms, and her face lights up when she spots me. “Hart.”

“I’m going to search the cabinets for an omega thermometer,” Trigg says, climbing the steps. “Any ideas on where I might find one?”

“Check the nightstand.” I pull my sweaty T-shirt off over my head and chuck it to the little omega. “If you don’t have any luck there, I would try the bathroom medicine cabinet.”

“That would make sense,” Trigg mutters, shaking his head. He digs through the end table on the right side of the bed before skirting around it to head to the other.

Quincy brings my sweaty shirt to her face, breathing me in as I work on getting out of my belt and jeans.

Trigg must not find what he’s looking for, because he stomps back down the steps and past me.

“You could always ask Ridge if he’s got one,” I say to his back as I kick out of my jeans and lean down to peel my socks off.

“Hartley,” Quincy whines.

My head whips in her direction, and I take off for the stairs.

“I’m here, beautiful.” I hit the edge of the bed and climb on, ignoring how weird it is to have my dick hanging out when Trigg will be back at any time.

All packs are different.

Some alphas have their own rooms, and the omega rotates between them each night.

In that case, they might only all sleep together in the nest during heats.

Others sleep in one giant puppy pile in a shared pack bedroom.

The fact that Ridge’s house is set up with one leads me to believe that’s probably how his family pack did things.

Mine was a little different.

My parents had a primary bedroom, which my mom always slept in, but my dads rotated in and out. It gave them more one-on-one time with her, but other nights, two or three of them would sleep in the primary bedroom with her.

I always assumed that I would want that same kind of setup.

At least, before meeting Quincy.

Now?

I don’t like the thought of being away from her for even one night.

As soon as I’m within reach, she tosses my shirt up by the pillows and stretches out her hands for me. My fingers brush her cheek, and I try to compare her current temperature to the one she had at her house.

It’s fucking stressful feeling her skin instantly heat mine. Not to mention, how strange it is for my cock to harden from just how thick her pheromones are in the air.

My concern should combat that physical response, but biology has taken over.

“Tell me what you need,” I murmur, brushing my lips over hers.

“I don’t know. Everything is achy. I’m burning up…” She sobs. “Make it stop.”

I pull back to study her face. “Want me to take you to the hospital?”

“No,” she says firmly. “That won’t help. I need to be knotted and touched. Hold me.”

Marking both her cheeks with my pheromones, I try to determine which position is feasible. “Stay just like this.”

She’s close to the edge of the mattress, meaning when Trigg gets back, he’ll be able to pop the thermometer right under her tongue.

I climb over and settle behind her. Pulling her hair away from her face, I get close to her throat and breathe her in as she grinds her ass against my thickening shaft. Her skin scalds mine as I cup her breast and tease down her stomach to her pussy.

She lifts her leg to make it easier for me to access her clit and loops her hand back, running over my head. “ Hart! ”

A low snarl rattles out of my chest as I work her clit. “I’ve got you, sweet girl. We’re going to get your fever down.”

Quincy wiggles, and my cock moves between her thighs. It means every rock of her hips grinds my length closer to her opening. She’s soaked—likely some combination of her slick and Trigg’s cum, but I don’t let myself focus on that.

My omega is in pain, and it’s my job to fix it.

“Focus on my scent and breathe,” I say close to her ear, keeping my tone low and soothing.

“No more panicking. No more stress. I’m right here.

” I nuzzle my cheek to hers from behind, and she gets lucky with the next swivel of her hips.

She forces my tip to her opening and freezes.

I can’t see it, but I can feel her entrance spasming, like her cunt is searching for the knot it knows is within reach. “Did it help when Trigg knotted you?”

“He didn’t try,” she whispers. “But I wanted him to.”

I’d like to say I pull back and slam inside her because that’s what she needs, but I’m afraid it’s my instincts not liking the idea of another alpha locked inside my omega.

Quincy wails, throwing her head back. She connects with my cheek and nose, which hurts like a bitch momentarily. Her tight cunt clenches around my length, and I work her clit as I see how deep I can get on each rut.

“Finally,” Trigg says, startling the fuck out of me.

I growl, baring my teeth at him.

He rolls his eyes, crawling onto the bed in front of Quincy. “Open for me.”

“Harder,” she begs, slamming her hips back against mine at the same time I thrust. It wedges my knot just inside her entrance, and she whines.

It’s quickly muffled by something.

Even though I want to focus on the immense pleasure that comes as my knot locks us together, I stretch around her.

Trigg has shoved the thermometer under her tongue, and the psycho is holding her mouth closed with a hand under her jaw and the other on top of her head.

“You’re okay. I’ve got you. We just need to know where we’re starting from to determine if knotting helps bring your fever down.

” He smiles. “You’re cute when you’re furious.

Feel free to glare at me like that anytime.

” His low chuckle fills the air. “Focus on Hart. Does he feel good inside you?”

She nods and moans around the thermometer as her core clenches. My knot pulses in response, and my dick jerks.

Shit.

I forgot about her clit.

I get back to work, circling it with firmer pressure and practicing grinding into her.

“That’s it,” Trigg coos. It sounds weird as shit coming from him, but I ignore him, focusing on Quincy. “Such a good little omega, letting your alphas take care of you.”

The thermometer beeps, and he plucks it free of her lips.

“What is it?” I growl, trying to stay clear.

“107.9,” Trigg murmurs. “That’s high, but not dangerous for an omega.”

“How about for the baby?” I choke out as her walls cling to my length.

Quincy’s pheromones are everywhere, and they’re fucking with my ability to think clearly.

As is evidenced by the fact my brain won’t shut up about breeding her.

That shit doesn’t even make sense, but precum spurts from my tip like my system is convinced we can get her more pregnant if we try hard enough.

Being an alpha is wild sometimes.

“I truly don’t know,” Trigg says, lying down facing Quincy. “I’ll do a little research after we verify if knotting is helping. I believe this has a higher chance of working faster than packing her up and taking her to a hospital.”

“You should knot me too,” Quincy says, slurring her words. “At least kiss me!”

“Such. A. Bossy. Little. Thing.” I punctuate each word with a thrust. Well, as much as I’m able to when we’re locked together.

Trigg chuckles. “That she is.”

He pushes his lips to hers, and I lean down, burying my nose in her throat.

The smile he had just before he kissed her says it all. He genuinely cares about her. At least as much as someone like him is capable of. And I’ve already seen how fond she is of him.

Growing up in a pack should have taught me that just because she cares for him, it won’t take away from our relationship. I guess I’m just a territorial asshole.

Fuck.

We need some bonds in place.

They’re supposed to help curb that alpha instinct to hoard her all to myself.

Thinking about bonding Quincy is dangerous. My canines ache, and my head gets even hazier as her perfume smacks into my senses. Her pussy strangles my cock, and I groan.

Pressure builds at the base of my spine, and within a blink, euphoria rips through my body. I jolt, holding on to her hip for dear life.

Fuck. I don’t know when I abandoned her clit, but I pull my head back to ensure I can’t bite while I’m foggy.

Quincy sobs against Trigg’s lips, working her hips back to force herself over my jerking cock. Every tiny movement produces an unreal amount of pleasure. Knotting is more addictive than I ever would have expected.