Chapter five
Mitch
Marry me.
It's wildly on the tip of my tongue, despite having previously spoken only a few words to Roan. Her jammy sweet blueberry scent is thick in the Art Centre. Sweat glistens across her tattooed torso.
So many tattoos.
As quickly and subtly as I can, I scan her figure.
It’s a mistake. Whatever sorta bra she has on doesn't do anything to hide her nipples pressing through her shirt.
Half my thoughts are on the array of adorable and vintage tattoos that are scattered across her arms and chest, and the other half are focused on her full breasts.
Shit. Fuck.
My cock begins to harden, and I'm worried I'm going to start panting. I need to get out of here. It's bad enough that I can’t take my eyes off her tits like a damned pervert, but now we've just been staring at each other in utter silence.
“The mug,” she finally says, opening the door wider and letting me step into the centre. “I rinsed it out, let me get it for you.”
She drops the handkerchief she's holding on a rickety stepstool, turning for a back room. I can't stop myself from taking it, balling it up in the pocket of my hoodie before she comes back with Clay's favourite mug.
“Thank you,” I croak, words clawed from my throat like I haven't drunk water in days. I’m so confused about what’s happening. I need my Alpha. He always knows how to calm me down. “I better get back to the café.”
She nods, politely walking me to the door and locking it behind me. The sound of the deadbolt shoved into place makes my heart hurt a little, but the feeling just tells me more than ever that Roan is our Omega.
With my cock aching, wet shaft pressing into my underwear, I awkwardly waddle across the street and through the coffee shop.
It's nearly empty, save for a few older ladies who meet every Tuesday at this time.
They've got their tray of coffees and pastries already, so they will be set for at least another fifteen minutes.
“Are you busy?” I rush towards Clay as he stares at his laptop in the kitchen.
“No, what's up?” he asks, nose twitching.
“I have a confession to make, Alpha.” My voice turns to a soft whine.
At the use of his designation, my mate perks up. This is serious pack business, and I'm about to lose my mind. I need to tell him, then I need to come.
I set his mug on the counter, empty. I’ve never brought him this mug without one of my special lattes in it. Now he's going to know something is seriously wrong.
What happened to let her settle in, Mitch? What happened to giving her some space before we approached her as a unit?
Clay looks at his cup, and then his eyes go to the floor. Happily, I drop to my knees. Who gives a shit about being sore later when right now, I can shove my face into the perfect crease of my alpha’s stomach and crotch? I inhale all the toasted aroma of his scent and whimper.
My hindbrain threatens to override any sense of civility and propriety I have. Roan's sweet scent still lingers in my mind, and now it's mixing with Clay's in perfect harmony.
“C’mon now, Beta,” he murmurs, resting his hand between my ears and pressing his hardening cock into my face. “Tell your Alpha.”
“I went to make you a coffee like I always do, and I noticed your mug was missing. I thought maybe you left it upstairs, but then when I stepped outside, I saw the new girl hauling boxes across the street.
“And she's not just the new girl. I think she's our Omega. I'm sorry I didn't tell you right away. I was just so fucking surprised, and she's so different than us. But she smells so good Alpha, so perfect.”
“I know she's ours already, Beta.” He sighs, but it's not with relief. It's like he's sad. “I spoke with her this morning.”
My ears perk up and I look at him over the curve of his stomach.
“She heard Ted gossiping, and I didn't make it better like a good Alpha should,” he says.
“Is that why she said she'd stay away from us?” I ask, trying to fill in the blank spaces from my conversation with her. “Alpha, we have to fix this. We have to.”
I wrap my arms around his leg, which presses my cock into him as well. It's not moments from bursting any more, but I'm shocked it hasn't fully flagged yet. Probably because Clay has agreed she's ours.
We found our Omega. We just need to make her pack now.
“I'm working up a plan, Beta. She's here for a while, and I don't want to rush things.”
I nod, my chin rubbing against the bulge of his sheath now. His claws scrape through my fur and I groan as tingles shoot down my spine. When he’s like this, it calls out that submissive side of me that turns my thoughts simple. Alpha is working on it. He's got this. He'll make it right.
“What did you take?” he asks suddenly, sniffing the air.
Heat rises in my cheeks and my ears tilt back as I pull out the handkerchief.
It smells of dust and sweat, but underneath that it's blueberries, and all our Omega.
I hand it to him, and my Alpha presses the fabric to his snout and inhales.
A low growl rumbles through him, and thank gods I'm already on my knees, or I would have dropped to the floor.
“You're such a good boy for your Alpha,” he groans, unzipping his pants single-handedly in a rush. My tail thumps against the floor as his praise settles over me. “If you wanna be his best boy, though, you better open your mouth.”
Clay pulls his pre-lubed cock, red and glistening, through the fly of his boxers. It's long, the tip already leaking just from the scent of our Omega. His knot swells, begging to get buried in a tight hole so he can breed.
I lick the underside of his dick from base to tip, but he holds me in place before I can swallow him.
Clay tucks the handkerchief into the waistband of his underwear and looks at me.
Drool drips from my jowls as the smell of my mates hits me full force, their two essences combined in one place.
Blueberries and freshly baked cake fills my senses until I’m drowning in all its new potential for comfort and debauchery.
“Take out your cock and hump my leg like a good Beta,” he instructs without releasing me, a little growl in his command that makes my balls ache with arousal.
We've done similar things throughout our years together. The number of his shoes that I've ruined is a little embarrassing at this point, but gods, does it turn me the fuck on when Clay gets all controlling. As much as he likes his plans and schedules, he's reserved around town.
It's like he saves all this bossy energy just for me.
I spread my knees wider and sit on the top of his shoe. A slow roll of my hips drags my sac across the laces of his canvas slip-on. The scratch of the material teases me while the drag of my sensitive dick on his worn-out jeans makes all my hair stand up.
“Yes, Alpha,” I pant, gaze unwavering as I look up at him. “Shit, you make me so hot.”
Clay is slow to react to my praise, another thing I’ve noticed recently.
He doesn’t smirk like he used to when I comment about how attractive I find him.
Once I hit puberty, I knew I was attracted to my Alpha.
He’s always been the Wolven I wanted as a mate, even before we presented during our second puberty. He is the only monster for me.
Our bodies changing as we’ve gotten older has never dimmed how much I love his body. His round stomach is just as hot as his flat one from our early twenties.
Clearly, I need to remind him of that.
I kiss the pre-cum from the tip of his dick before I take him down to his knot.
My nose presses against the handkerchief and the taste of him coats my tongue.
Clay holds my head in place as we begin to rock into each other.
His movements are limited as I hump his leg, but every whimper that rises in me vibrates his cock at the back of my mouth.
My claws dig into his ass to push him harder into me.
I can’t take his knot into my mouth—teeth and all that shit—but fuck, do I wish I could.
I want to swallow all of my mate while I bury my snout into the scent of our Omega.
The fantasies that form in my head are messy and feral.
My hips stutter when I visualise Roan and Clay using me for their pleasure.
“Fuck that’s it, Beta,” he grunts, rubbing his thumb around my ear. “Take your Alpha’s cock.”
I moan, swirling my tongue as I meet his gaze. Drool clings to Clay’s teeth as he stares at me. Thank fuck I didn’t take off my glasses. I need to see this primal side of my mate, to know he’s feeling as gone as I am with the smell of our Omega.
My hips begin to stutter, my orgasm building as my body starts to tingle all over. The heavy sensation in my balls draws higher, ready to let out streams of cum. Something flashes in Clay’s eyes when he realises how close I am, and he takes the scrap of fabric from his underwear.
“Come on this,” he commands.
I want to mourn the loss of her scent, but permission to orgasm is too good to ignore. I blindly reach between my legs and wrap the handkerchief around my cock. Three strokes and all those body tingles spear through my balls. Ropes of cum spurt out of me, taking all my energy with it.
“That’s my best boy,” Clay moans, moving more urgently in my mouth. He pulls further back and thrusts in harder. He leans into the painful tease of my sharp teeth, grunting each time they scrape across his sensitive dick. “Gimme your cum, Beta.”
I hand it over to him carefully. He doesn’t hesitate, snatching it from me and shoving it into his mouth. My cum and the sweat of our Omega ruin him. My shaft pulses one weak dribble of fluid out of me as my Alpha tries to taste his whole pack.
We moan together when he erupts in my mouth, hips flexing jerkily as I wrap my hand around his knot to draw every drop of him out. The musky taste of him overwhelms the scent of the blueberries, but it settles my restlessness. A calm washes over me as I swallow every drop of cum.
For a moment, we catch our breath. The ruined handkerchief disappears, probably in Clay’s pocket to throw into the dirty washing basket.
Our cocks soften and return to their sheaths as we pant from the exertion of a midday quickie.
Alpha pets my head, massaging around the base of my ears while my tail slowly wags with pleasure.
One of the ladies back in the café hollers something. I can’t make out what, but it brings me back to reality. The café is open, and we are supposed to be working.
“Do you need me to get the tigress balm?” he asks, offering me his hand to help me.
My knees crack as I get back to my feet. Gods, I hate that. “I think I’m alright, Alpha.”
Clay looks at me skeptically, and I know in about ten minutes, he’s going to wave that jar in my face and tell me to use it.
Ever since our last physicals, when I mentioned more pain in my joints, he’s been vigilant about making adjustments for me.
Right now, though, all I need is a little more of a snuggle.
“We found her,” I whisper, wrapping my arms around his neck while he pulls me in tighter. “Our Omega.”
“Yeah,” he agrees. “But we can’t rush her. She’s got to come to us, to want us. I think we need to give her a bit of time to settle into town, and then we approach her.”
“However you want to do this, Alpha, we’ll make her ours.”