Page 57 of One Flew Over the Omega's Nest: Part One
And then we’re colliding.
His lips move with mine, one of his hands moving from my ass to grip the back of my neck. His touch isn’t harsh or demanding, it’s sure.
I feel safe. Grounded.
My hands move from his shoulders to lift my sweatshirt up, and he growls into my mouth, replacing my hands with his own as he helps me peel off the garment. The cool air has my nipples pebbling, aching for his touch. He leans back slightly, groaning in appreciation at the sight of my bare breasts. It’s nothing he hasn’t seen before—thank you very much Paige—but he looks at me like I’m the most amazing thing he’s ever laid his eyes on.
“You don’t know how glad I am that I’mallowedto see these.” His mouth moves down my body, tingles erupting in each spot where his lips meet my skin. He sucks at my neck while his hands massage each breast, and my head falls back as I moan, grinding shamelessly on his cock.
“Fuck,Lisichka,” he groans into my neck, his own hips bucking up into me. “You feel like heaven.” Then his mouth moves to my nipple, and I cry out as he takes the stiff peak gently between his teeth.
“Shit!” I hiss, warmth spreading through my blood as the sensations from my nipples and my throbbing core come together in a delicious crescendo. I’m climbing higher and higher, not even trying to stifle my cries as the alpha under me switches back and forth between my breasts.
Suddenly, his hand reaches around my waist and he flips us so I’m laying on my back in the bed. He’s hovering over me, bracing himself with his elbows on either side of my shoulders. I look down to see his pants pushed down enough to let his cock spring free, and I nearly moan at the sight of it. Thick, veiny, and with a perfect bead of pre-cum on the head.
I shimmy my own pants down my thighs, wanting to take whatever he’ll give me.
His mouth moves to my nipple again, and one of my hands threads into his hair. I reach down, moving my panties to the side so his throbbing cock can slide against my clit, and I’m so on edge, soready, he only has to glide across my wet folds three times before I’m destroyed.
I unravel under my alpha, pleasure exploding from everywhere at once, my vision spotting with white as I clench around nothing. Kole’s hips stutter once, twice, and then he’s groaning, moving his mouth up to mine as he kisses me breathless. His hot cum coats the outside of my pussy, and I wish there was a way for me to keep it there forever.
“Mine,” he murmurs, rolling off me and gathering me against his chest.
“Yours,” I agree, not bothering to try to clean up as I snuggle into his side.
At breakfast, Hayden follows me as I walk past our usual table and plop my tray down next to Kole. He had woken me up when he snuck out at six this morning, but then I had kitchen duty so I haven’t seen him all morning.
“Hey there, Sugar Bear.” I grin, sliding into the alpha’s lap sideways. He lets out a surprised grunt, but his hand moves to my waist to steady me.
His dick hardens underneath my ass, and I wiggle on him, getting a little hot and bothered from remembering our activities last night. “Lisichka,” he warns, using his free hand to snag a piece of bacon. Then I realize…I can scent him. Barely. But the gunpowder and fresh rain scent is unmistakable to my nose. My omega peeks an eye open, a small purr wanting to work its way out of my chest. I have to resist the urge to rub my cheek against Kole’s. If I show any signs of my instincts reappearing, they’ll just drug me up again.
“Mmm, you look good on his lap, Fireball,” Hayden hums next to me, and I grin, blowing him a kiss.
Kole grumbles once, and for a moment I feel bad that we’ve intruded on his loner-table, but then I push that feeling far down. There’s no way I’m giving him up after last night.
Part of me is afraid that Kole is going to get in trouble for finding Lars in the middle of the night and ripping his canines from his gums, but nobody looks twice at the giant alpha. He must have even more leeway than I originally thought.
Adela’s tray clatters on the table across from me. “Oh, thank the gods we can sit here now.” She huffs, holding onto her belly as she steps over the bench. “Harley was behind me in line for food, and she kept on saying how beautiful my skin would look as a handbag.” She shivers once. “She looked like she was gonna follow me too, but caught sight of him,” she points to Kole with her fork, “and took off.”
Now that Adela’s here, I feel like I should get off Kole’s lap, but he holds me in place when I try. “You caused the problem, Little Fox,” he murmurs in my ear, his hips tilting slightly to push his boner into my ass again. “Now it’s your job to hide it.”
Hayden, unaware of Kole’s comment, shivers next to me, his attention on Adela. “Yeah, she wants to use my hair for something, but I’m not sure what.”
I turn so I’m facing forward, but still sitting on Kole, eyeing the cameras warily. They don’t want any pack behavior, but they’re trying to nullify my omega. That means, logically, anything we do can’t be pack related, because my instincts are completely out of the picture.
Sam meets my eyes across the room from his space against the wall, and I raise a brow at him, making him look away quickly.
“So, Pyro, are you really okay with this?” Kole gestures down at me on his lap, sounding skeptical.
“With you and Fireball?” He frowns, chewing some pancakes. He already knows what Kole and I got up to last night. I told him as soon as I saw him this morning. “I mean, instincts or not, I always hoped I’d end up in a…you-know-what, someday. When she has a heat? We’ll be glad for the extra knots.”
My thighs clench at the thought of taking both these alphas knots, especially when I get a faint hint of Hayden’s smoky pepper scent.
Fuck, that’s good.
“‘Cept, I’ve never had a heat,” I point out, not bothering to correct him on the fact that even if I had a heat before now, whatever drug they give me also suppresses my heats.
He gives me a wry grin before reaching over and squeezing my thigh. “I know, baby. I just get carried away sometimes.” I run a hand through his golden hair, and Adela’s eyes dart between the three of us curiously.
