Page 76 of A Pack of Pumpkins
I moan, and he hisses, pulling me off. “Do that again, and you’ll take my come in your mouth instead of where it belongs.”
Perfume rises around us.
He moves down, notching himself at my entrance. “You can take it. You’re going to take it all.”
“Yes,” I breathe.
He pushes in. He was right, the piercings don’t hurt, but they touch places I didn’t know could be touched. Every thrust is electric.
Once he’s fully seated, I’m shaking, and he’s not much steadier. He withdraws and surges back, striking a rhythm that can’t last. I pull at my bindings, desperate to touch him.
“Victor, please, I’m so close.”
He hooks my left leg over his shoulder, hitting deeper, then tweaks my clit—and I shatter again. Every flutter of my pussy squeezes the unyielding metal of his piercings drawing out every pleasurable wave. He roars, knot popping in, spilling hot inside me.
Victor untangles us, careful not pull on the place where we'll be joined for an hour or more. He unties me, and inspects my wrists.
“I’m fine. You tie a good knot.”
Satisfied, he kisses my wrists. My heart squeezes.
“The guys are gonna kill me,” he says. “We’re supposed to go to the store. I think we’re gonna be late.”
I rest on his chest uncaring and slip back into a doze, my omega content that the pack is finally coming together.
Jack
Ilovethisstore.The Nest Store, as it’s so aptly called, has everything an omega or a full pack could wish for in their nest. It spans several football fields layered across multiple floors. Every few feet are nest displays already set up so you can see exactly how each piece, each product, or each palette will look. Most nests follow the standard round-room, recessed-area layout, so it’s easy to envision each setup as your own.
I’m excited to help Clara pick out exactly what will make her happy. These are the kinds of things I’ve always thrived on—not security and hacking. Building spaces and cozy corners where my family can thrive and decompress. Filling those spaces with soft cushions, good food, and warmth. That’s where my heart lies. I know what I’d like to do. Would my pack support me?
I look around. Dagan’s squinting against the fluorescent lights. Victor is holding a particularly rough-looking pillow like it’s something gross or dead. Bram is holding our girl’s hand and nodding as she points to a hanging plant in one of the displays and explains exactly what it is and why it’s good for the nest area.
My heart says they’d support me in anything I wanted to do, but a gruff voice in the back of my mind says they’ll think less of me. That what I want is for omegas, not alphas. I love my father, but I wish he hadn’t created that voice for me. I wish I could live my life my way without it nattering in the background. I gently push it away, just as my therapist taught me.
Wewander the store, and as Clara makes her choices, I take note of them on the tablet handed to us by the staff. When we get to the end, Clara tries to peek at the total, but we don’t let her.
“You’re part of our pack now, Clara. You’re our mate. What’s ours is yours,” I explain, and everyone nods.
Clara bites her lip but nods at our insistence.
We head home, feeling more like a full unit than ever before.
Dagan
TheNestStoreisan insane place, and if I never have to set foot in one again, I’ll be all the happier.
It’s late when we get back to the house. Finian’s already got the front hall light on, and the door swings open as we step inside. I guess having a ghost in the house and in the pack has its perks.
“I need to talk to you guys.”
Clara’s voice cuts through the quiet as we all settle into the couches in the living room. Every alpha, including me, goes into high alert.
“No, it’s not… it’s not bad… I don’t think.” That does nothing to ease anyone’s apprehension. She exhales slowly, then says, “Finian, can you be here too, please?”
The scent of baked bread curls around us, warm and grounding. A small part of me relaxes just from having my entire pack, and our omega, in one place.
“What’s the matter, My Omega?” I sign, taking her face in my hands and brushing my thumbs along her cheeks.
