Page 50 of A Pack of Honey
Cole's fingers glide between us, swirling at my nub and gathering slick over his fingers before coming back and circling my back entrance.
"Yes, please," I breathe. He shoves two in as ruthlessly as he shoved in his cock. I clamp down around him and shout into the calm summer night. Cole thrusts through my orgasm. I think I see stars before I realize they're fireflies blinking along the porch and out into the field.
Cole rubs against my most sensitive area with his fingers while hitting my G-spot with frightening precision with his cock. My need begins building again. His thrusts become more unhinged and erratic. He's fucking me so deep, I'll never stop feeling him in me.
He reaches around with the hand not in my ass and slaps my pussy once, twice, and then I'm tumbling over the edge again. He presses in, and his knot pops into me during my orgasm, making it roll into something long and painfully pleasurable. He fills every single part of me. Setting off nerves in an electrical display. I can feel him strain and then fill me with his cum. His cock kicks inside me as he gives me every drop.
I look over my shoulder at him. His pupils have receded, showing me that his rut is over now that his alpha's been satisfied. He blinks down at where we're joined together.Knotted together. Meaning we'll be tied together like this for an hour or more.
He runs a hand up and down my spine. "You took that so well. You were such a good girl for Daddy."
My pussy flutters around his cock at his words, and I moan. Why does that do such blissful things to me? He smirks in his arrogant way and bands an arm around my middle. Ever so careful not to pull at the place where we're joined, he carries me up with his arms, carting me by my torso. It's super awkward, but he's strong, and we miraculously make it to the omega suite without falling. He pauses before entering. I nod and we enter.
With painful gentleness, he lays us down on the bed at the same time, spooning behind me. I don't know where the guys were. They couldn't have taken that long getting dressed, but I also don't ask as they file in one by one. They likely saw that the front door was occupied and decided to make themselves scarce until it was over.
I snuggle between them all and feel as content as I have in a long time.
Jess
EverydaySunny'sheatspikes get more frequent and more intense. The other day Hunt and I knotted her in the middle of her lunch break on accident, and she couldn't go back to work for two hours. In fairness to us, shewasthreatening the both of us with bodily harm if we didn't. Not that we're complaining. Far from it. But Sunny still hasn't directly explained what she wants for her heat. Until we know, we won't assume anything.
But god knows it would gut me if she didn't want us to be with her. The thing is, she's been very avoid-y on the topic. Heats are vulnerable times for omegas. Their inner omega psyche takes over and they have minimal conscious control over their own needs and desires. It's the same as a heat spike, but biannual, full heats can last days.
We don't want to ambush her, but something has to be done. This limbo is stressing us all out.
Which is why we're all at the dining room table when she comes home from work. She drops her stuff on the counter, approaching us cautiously and looking at each of us in turn.
"What's up?" she asks, trying to keep her voice casual but it's an octave higher than usual.
Her perfume is thick honey and her pheromones are going wild. More evidence that her heat is close. It sends my alpha to the front, snapping for a bite of her. I clench my fists and reel it in. I can see that all of the guys feel it. Cole looks ready to break a chair. Luca is clenching his jaw hard enough to crack a tooth, and Hunt is pacing at the back of the room. He doesn't seem to be able to stop.
"Sweet Girl," Luca starts, not wanting to make her feel attacked and go on the defensive. "We're a bit concerned. It seems like you're…" He searches for the words and she arches an eyebrow at him, daring him to say the wrong thing. "…having a few more heat spikes than usual," he finishes, though that's only the tip of the iceberg. She's been having wild mood swings that leave Sunny happy one moment, sobbing the next, and angry the next after that. She cried when one of her bees fell asleep on a sunflower the other day and took a million pictures of it.
"So?" she challenges.
I breathe deeply, ready to take this head-on. "When is your heat?"
Everyone groans.
You don't just ask an omega about her heat status. It's a rule up there with “don't enter an omega suite unattended,” and “don't shit in the kitchen sink.” They'd come in here hoping she'd bring it up. I don't care. I need to know what she thinks, wants, and needs right now. It's my driving reason for being.
Sunny crosses her arms and glares at me, for once unamused by me. "Soon," she replies in a clipped tone.
"Do you not want us for your heat?" Hunt whispers. Their eyes meet, and she relaxes a bit. His natural puppy dog eyes clearly destroy the walls she's been building around herself since she came in and saw us around the table.
"I do. I just never…" She trails off. The problem suddenly occurs to me.
The words flow out of my mouth as they enter my brain without any processing. People are always shocked by the things that I say without understanding that I'm just as surprised as they are. There's no plan for what I say.
"You've never been with a pack for your heat," I supply. The air feels like its been sucked out of the room. Cole stands and stalks toward a blushing Sunny. He stops a hair’s breadth in front of her.
"Is that true, Little One?" His mood is inscrutable, but we're all thinking the same thing.
She nods. "I've stayed with single alphas. Just short-term boyfriends."
I am so confused, and I have to know.
"That could not have been satisfying." Omega's have packs for a reason. They need multiple knots fordays. There's no way one knot could satisfy an omega, no matter how much romance movies like to pretend some super alpha could accomplish it. They just can't.
