Page 60 of Your Wild Omega (The Feral Actress #2)

Chapter forty-seven

Red

I make it as far as the living area before Rickon grabs me from behind. “Remember what I promised this morning?” he asks, nibbling on my ear.

“Mm-hmm. How could I forget, even if the day’s been crazy as hell?”

“It’ll be your reward for putting up with that dickhead.” He spins me around and catches my grin. “My omega seems pretty pleased with herself.”

“Mm-hmm,” I repeat. “Feels good to solve a problem.”

“Really?” He arches his fine, penciled brows. “Well, I have another problem you need to solve.”

“Is that so?” I drop the envelope onto the coffee table, anticipating his next move.

Rickon pressures my shoulders until I sink onto the edge of the couch.

Then he kicks his boots off so he can drop his pants.

Turns out he wasn’t exaggerating about being as hard as a rock.

Veins pop on his big length, making him look like he’s going to explode.

Saliva pools in my mouth as I study him.

Yep, I need to take care of that problem asap.

Rickon grabs a wet wipe from the pack on the kitchen table and gives himself a once-over. “Did you eat dessert at the restaurant?”

I shake my head. “I only had a few bites of pasta before I left.”

That makes him smile. “Still hungry then, Biscuit?” he asks, a rasp burring in his voice. Yeah, I fucking love it when Rickon gets growly.

“Yes, alpha,” I say, licking my lips. His cock will be even better when it strokes through my pussy, but we’ll get to that part.

He steps closer and cups my jaw, stroking his thumb across my lips. “Open up, then.”

Zack watches with interest as I slip Rickon’s cock into my mouth. He’s warm and silky, and big, and it takes all my concentration to suck without scraping him with my teeth. Rickon rewards me with a satisfied groan.

After a moment, Zack kneels on the couch and takes my hand, and his wet tongue glides along my fingers.

“I think he’s licking off the traces of Brad,” Rickon says, tangling his hand in Zack’s hair.

I chuckle around my mouthful.

Rickon presses deeper, touching the back of my throat. The moment I choke, he eases up. “You feel so good, Red,” he murmurs, his alpha scent rising. Smells like I’m in a caramel factory.

That scent does things to an omega; fireworks shoot through my core. Reminds me all over again of the first moment I caught his scent in the cafe, when I decided I was having this man no matter what.

I suck on him as if he’s a lollipop until he groans and pulls back. The way his stomach flexes tells me he’s close.

“Fuck me, alpha,” I whine, trailing my fingers around his swelling knot.

His chest heaves as he stares down at me, forcing back his own orgasm.

“Get in there, Zack,” he rasps out between pants. At first I think he means for Zack to fuck me, but the moment Zack sits on the couch, Rickon hauls me into the big alpha’s lap, removes my underwear, and spreads my legs. “Hold her,” he rumbles.

An electric shiver runs through me as Zack pins my legs wide open.

Rickon leans over, one hand on the back of the couch. “Feeling safe, Red?” he asks in a whisper, pressing fervent kisses along my throat.

“Yes,” I whisper back. Safe with my alphas but burning from desire.

Rickon kneels down. “Good. You’re safe with us, omega. Safe enough to come all over my tongue.”

I gasp as he presses his mouth to my pussy, licking deep despite the remnants of Zack and my back seat tryst. I quiver on Zack’s chest, the alpha purring into my spine as Rickon eats me out. My body jerks as the spiraling sensations possess me.

“Alpha,” I whine, not sure which one of them I mean and not caring.

Zack holds me tight, thumbs lightly caressing my skin. Rickon comes up for air before returning to his treat, tongue swirling around and around my clit. It’s a distinct sensation, and I buck, searching for more.

“You’re so damn needy,” Rickon says breathlessly, fingertips digging into my ass. “Wait ’til I say so, Red.”

“I’m ready, I’m ready,” I mewl, tossing my head back and shaking. A single deep thrust will send me toppling over the edge, but Rickon chooses the shallow friction route, torturing me with a slow but relentless burn. So hot I feel like I’ll explode. “Alpha!” I beg, thrusting against his mouth.

“You’re doing so well for me,” he praises.

His alpha rumble calls an answering wave of heat which swells through my core. “Fuck, Rickon!” I mewl.

“Just a little longer. Hold it for me, my love.”

I throw my head back, feeling his tongue play me like a fiddle.

It’s so much, I wanna shake myself all over his face, but I can’t disobey that steady alpha order.

He’s edging me, yes, but I can handle it because he’s doing it with his mouth, not his cock.

Even in the height of passion, Rickon remembers my rules.

And his attention comes with so much love, my chest feels ready to explode from the bond’s intensity.

For a long, agonizingly beautiful moment, I hover, the noises around me softening to a faint hum, the pressure in my core pulsing within. Suspended. Wrapped so tight I can’t speak, let alone breathe.

“Come for me, Biscuit.”

The force detonates, and I shake, mouth wide with a silent scream as the orgasm breaks over me.

“Fuck, baby,” Rickon murmurs against my pussy as I gush. “You’re squirting again. It’s so good. Look, Zack.”

Fingers brush between my ass cheeks, but I’m so wired I don’t know what’s up and what’s down. The lust redoubles as my alphas’ pleasure swims through our bond. I gasp with every breath as my body catches up, skin burning with heat.

“Alphas,” I sob, twitching all over.

“We’ve got you, Biscuit,” Rickon says, panting as he gets to his feet.

“Ohm,” Zack murmurs, kissing my ear and working his way down the back of my neck. “Love Ohm.”

“That’s one. Ready for two?” Rickon asks.

“No,” I lie, wheezing softly. That one was powerful as fuck, but I still want more.

Rickon gazes into my eyes, and then chuckles, leaning over me to cup my jaw. “Too bad this bond tells me a different story.” His cock nudges against my pussy and I lose the ability to speak as he sinks home with a single thrust. Sandwiched between my two alphas, I cry out as my head falls back.

I float out of a suspended existence, my eyes fluttering as sensations register against my skin: someone breathing deeply near my ear, my feet pressing into the leather couch, and a woolen blanket draped over my back and arms. A faint hum vibrates in my throat as I test out my vocals. I’m parched.

A gentle hand lands on my back. “Hey, beautiful.”

I blink open to find Rickon sitting cross-legged beside the couch, his laptop open on the coffee table in front of him.

“I’m dry as a bone,” I croak out.

He chuckles and passes his water bottle over.

Zack murmurs in his sleep as I slip off his chest and settle on the floor beside Rickon. “What time is it?”

“Not quite midnight. You want to eat something?”

I shake my head and lean on his shoulder. “No, not this late. Are you working?”

“Yeah, I’m writing articles. If we get them sent out tomorrow, with any luck we’ll make Friday’s news.”

I chuckle sleepily into his neck. “I’m so glad I’ve got you.” A snort of annoyance escapes me as I remember my dinner date. “I hated the way he talked, as if you didn’t know how to handle this stuff.”

Rickon bumps his shoulder into me in silent acknowledgment.

“I only need you and Zack,” I muse, letting my eyes slide shut. “And Callisto,” I add softly. Relaxed and warm under my blanket, with my pack’s scents filling the house, and the faint murmur of my missing alpha in my head telling me he’s awake, everything feels possible. Safe.

I can finally bare my soul to the first man who ever accepted me.

“Ricky, I never told you this, but for years I’ve heard my alphas’ voices in my head.

” I touch my fingers to my forehead, tapping lightly.

“Not saying any words but making a soft murmuring.” I shift my hand to rest over my chest. “Like the bond, but in sound instead of this sensation. Even before we met and I didn’t know your name, I could tell when you were happy or miserable.

I felt when you were angry. That’s the reason I collapsed that day at the courthouse, because it was like you were shouting right in my head. ”

Rickon’s arm snakes around me, and he presses my head to his chest. He doesn’t seem shocked at all. “Thanks for telling me.”

I look up. “You already knew, didn’t you?”

He smiles down at me and tucks hair behind my ear. “Kind of, yeah. Your psychologist mentioned it once when she was preparing me to bring you home, and you confirmed it at the Wrens’ house.” Rickon chuckles softly. “Though you totally threw my dignity under the bus to cover your slip-up.”

I flush. “Sorry about that.”

He squeezes me and snorts with amusement.

“I’m teasing you. They’re my family, so they were going to dig for every juicy detail, anyway.

” He kisses my hair and sighs. “Truth be told, even before that day I sensed something more, in the way you were so sure I was your scent match, and how you went looking for Zack in prison. There had to be something mystical drawing you.”

Of course my darling alpha figured me out. And as always, Rickon doesn’t judge. What was I ever worried about? He can handle all of me, as can Zack.

I chuckle and dig my nose into his shirt. He lost the corset and leather topper during our frolic, but he’s still wearing the silky gray shirt with the ruffle down the middle and I like the slippery material brushing my skin. Maybe this is how other omegas feel about pillows.

“Rickon,” I muse, chasing that thought.

“Yeah?”

“My heat will be here soon.”

His arm tightens around my shoulder, holding me up. “How do you feel about that?”

“I’m scared,” I admit. “But it doesn’t feel so much like a looming chasm that will swallow me whole. I want . . . Well, I think with you guys here, I might handle it okay.” Maybe.

He twists and tugs me up over his knee so I’m sitting on his lap.

“I believe in you, Red. It might not be perfect, but one day you’ll look forward to your heats.

We’ll do them together, and you’ll cry because you’re happy, not because it hurts.

I promise you, Biscuit. We’re right here for you. Always.”

I wrap my arms around him and hold tight, emotion welling up inside. The best part is, I don’t have to tell him; he feels it too.

I lean back, sniffing down the feelings threatening to pour out of me. “No matter how things turn out with these articles, it felt good to take action.”

Rickon smiles, the laptop screen reflecting in his eyes. “That’s all you, sweetheart. You wanted something to change, and now it has. You’re setting boundaries.”

I stare down at him. For so long I’ve pushed painful problems away because I wasn’t strong enough to deal with them on my own. But I’m not alone. If I can face my heat, isn’t it possible I can face the other thing that torments me? Take action instead of cowering in darkness?

Ricky’s gaze slides away, and he brightens. “Oh, we forgot about this.” He pushes the big white envelope across the coffee table toward me. “That’s Callisto’s handwriting.”

My heart thumps heavily as I remember the lawyer said he was sending a letter. I grab the envelope eagerly. On the back, he’s written a note in tiny writing. Try not to tear the contents this time.

Chuckling, I carefully unpeel the flap and lift out a bunch of documents. I pass the stack to Rickon to decipher.

“Holy shit, Red,” he gasps as he separates the top typed letter from the papers below. Looks official, with borders and seals.

“What is it?”

Rickon looks up, eyes wide. “It’s this apartment, in your name.”

Shock freezes me in place. “From Callisto?”

“Yes.” He returns to the cover letter and clears his throat.

Dearest Red,

I thought about it a lot, and I want you to have this apartment. I believe it’s become your home, and I want you to have that security and comfort for as long as you like, without worrying about moving. And for Rickon and Zack as well.

I’m sorry I ever put pressure on you. All I truly want is for you to be happy and I hope this helps.

With friendship,

Callisto Wren.

PS: See? I promised I wasn’t sending you a bill.

With a strangled laugh, I snatch the papers from Rickon and stroke a finger over the shiny silver seal on the house deed. Callisto gifted me his apartment? This home that’s become our sanctuary? And for the first time, his gift doesn’t feel like it comes with strings attached.

Tears fill my eyes, and I don’t force them back.

I guess it’s okay to cry sometimes.