Page 20 of Fierce Claim

Riley follows me soon after, biting down and breaking the skin on my shoulder, marking me as hers. Sending electricity through my body as she coats my insides, her knot growing for a moment and making me stretch even more.

Moments later, Vera comes, tightening around me and making my head blank. The double assault on my senses is too intense. Too much. Everything is too much.

But there’s one thought that’s clear: mine.

They’re mine.

And I’m theirs.

9

Caleb

It’s strange and uncomfortable to listen to Vera, Mathew and Riley having sex in the nest and not to join them. It goes against every instinct I have as an Alpha to stay away from my Omegas when they’re in heat.

But with how Riley reacted when Jorge went inside earlier, I don’t think it’s a good idea to disturb them until Riley has marked Vera and Mathew. Hopefully, she’ll become less territorial once they’re bonded, or things could become very complicated in the future, especially when Vera and Mathew go into heat again.

I’m sure of my ability to protect myself, probably even against Riley, but I don’t want to put Vera or Mathew in any potential danger. I don’t want to turn their nest into a bloodbath or make them feel unsafe in the place where they’re supposed to feel the safest.

So, I stay out here, waiting for everything to calm down.

Jorge is sitting against the door to the nest, his head on his knees, his pheromones a confused cloud around him. He’s only moved from that spot once since Riley sent him out of the nest and that was to let Mathew into it.

He looks like a lost puppy. He’s finally in a pack with Mathew and Riley, two people he’s known belong with him for years, and Riley sent him away at such an important moment. He must feel even worse than I do.

The nest has been quiet for a while and the pheromones seeping under the door have lessened. “Jorge?” I stand up, going over to him. “Do you want to go inside?”

He doesn’t look up, simply moving out of the way as he shakes his head. Okay…

I carefully open the door, the pheromones and scent of spunk and slick roll over me, making me even harder than I already was. I swallow hard, pushing my cock down. Damn.

While I want to jump into the nest and join my Omegas, my pack, I have no idea how Riley will react to that, so I slowly pull the curtain around the nest aside, finding Mathew and Riley wrapped around Vera. It’s a sight to behold, the small Omega between her two much taller mates.

Vera looks up at me, grinning as she pointedly looks at my tented boxer briefs. “Enjoying the view?”

Riley wraps her arm over the two Omegas, letting out a low warning growl, but she doesn’t hide them away like Jorge told me she did before. That’s a promising start.

“How could I not?” I sit down at the side of the nest, behind Mathew, so Riley can easily keep an eye on me.

Vera and Mathew’s pheromones are already dropping fast. This was definitely a secondary heat from meeting Riley, if it only lasted until she’d marked them.

“Mine.” Riley growls, but she doesn’t move. I hope her territorial need eases once she’s gotten used to being part of the pack. I can deal with a bit of growling, but more than that will become a problem.

“Yes, we’re yours.” Vera kisses her and Riley nearly melts against our sweet Omega, a low satisfied rumble in her chest.

So far, so good.

Mathew seems to be barely awake, which makes sense, the guy was already exhausted from the broken night we’ve had and he’s finally relaxed enough to go to sleep.

I run my hand over his back and he lightly pushes into my touch. I keep my attention on him, but also make sure to stay aware of Riley the whole time. She’s letting me near them, but that doesn’t mean she can’t decide to kick me out at any time.

Riley pushes closer, running her fingers over Mathew’s face before resting it over his side, possessive and protective. But now Vera and Mathew’s pheromones are stabilising and she’s marked them, she seems to have calmed down too.

The door to the nest opens and Jorge comes inside. His movements careful and his pheromones are still conflicted, but he’s joining us.

“Mine.” Riley sits up, her eyes trained on Jorge. Then she furiously grabs around the blankets and my heart aches as I watch Jorge take a few steps back, ready to leave the nest if she tells him to. But Riley simply covers herself up before reaching out to him. “Will you join us?”

“Of course.” Jorge slowly climbs into the nest and Riley scoots back, making his face fall all over again, until she points to the now empty area between herself and Vera. The smile he shoots Riley is full of delight, making her smile back at him.

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