Forget Me Knot (PoisonVerse #2), page 38
“This is our nest. I’m outnumbered, and these alphas are stinking it up.”
I heard a snort from the head of the bed. I pushed myself up, eyes darting around to the empty half of the room.
“Ours?” My voice was faint.
“And it doesn’t smell like brownies.” Was Ice pouting? My gaze snapped back to him, but he was already glaring back at the door.
“Would you get in here?” he snapped. Then he was shifting back up to the top of the huge bed, glaring between me and Viper expectantly.
I swallowed, hesitating one moment longer, and then following him to the top of the bed.
He wrapped his arms around me. “Okay,” he declared. “Now I’m good.”
King didn’t hesitate, shifting to our side and throwing his arms around Ice. But it wasn’t long before I was in the centre of the whole pack, the warm honey and chestnuts of Arsenal at my back.
Something loosened in my chest as I felt Ice’s contented purr. My eyes burned all of a sudden, this time with something kind.
For the first time since I danced in the rain with Viper, I was home.
FIFTY-FOUR
Onyx
Neither me nor Ice had ever indulged in a real nest before. Even before Devin died, the nest in my home had been quite empty.
Still, I had more nerves than I’d admit to now it came to actually building one. But Ice was the same, so we were bumbling about it together.
Ice was anxious about setting up the mug cabinet, so I helped him put it together. I was nervous about filling the plant pots, so Ice helped. He turned up with the dozens of seed packets the rest of the pack had bought.
When anxiety had prevented me from accepting them, he came up with a foolproof method of finding my favourites. One by one, he threw them in the trash over the course of the day, knowing I could see and if he heard a growl from across the room, it would stay.
The whole nest had warm fairy lights, though Ice’s half was also draped in massive chunky knit woollen blankets of all colours. He’d chosen vintage couches and chairs so he had more places to arrange them. The floor was a plush carpet, but Ice had picked out a bunch of colourful rugs to brighten it up.
My side was simpler. I had dozens of pillows, a couple of jade throws, and a few reading chairs. The rest was shelves beneath the window with carefully arranged pots with soil.
The start of new life—if I could ever build the courage to start planting.
Nash’s knife was framed on the wall on Ice’s half of the nest. On my side, I framed the last things I had of my old pack. Hart’s bracelet, Vik’s keyring, Jake’s fountain pen. It had been long enough that their scents were gone, but sometimes if I looked long enough, I caught a trace of sugar and spice, of sweet grapes and ocean breeze…
It was better to have them here, where I could see them. I didn’t want to spend one more day of my life burying pain. And I could look at them now without feeling like the breath was sucked from my lungs. Most of the time.
I had been worried my pack would be hostile to them, but they’d come through. King even complimented me on the choice of frame.
We had small bedrooms attached on each side—since sometimes nests could get rowdy. But I hadn’t wanted to use mine yet, and neither had Ice.
Instead, for the first few nights, I’d tumbled into sleep with Ice’s arms around my waist and his purr rumbling at my back, wrapped up safe in his roses and cookies. The alphas were giving us space, but we were both getting antsy with it.
And horny.
I could be honest.
I wanted them.
Ice’s heat was coming soon; it was perhaps a few weeks off, but we’d both decided that we didn’t want the first pack fuck to be heat.
So now we were both laying on our stomachs on the pack bed, staring at Ice’s phone.
“What do we say?” he asked.
“You’ve known them longer.”
“You knew Viper longer.”
“That’s one quarter.”
“You’re a duchess, how do you ask guys to bang you?”
I took the phone out of his hands and began typing.
Me: Attached below is a contract. Please have your lawyers read it over and ensure—
Ice grabbed the phone from my hand with a snort. He deleted the message and typed:
Me: Anyone around?
He pressed send.
“It’s 10pm, where are they going to be?” I asked. Sure enough, four texts came piling in almost instantly.
Viper: Yup
King: Yeh, what do you need?
Mal: Sure
Arsenal: Just in the shop, what’s up?
“Okay. Now what do I say?”
I took the phone back and typed the next message out before tossing it back across the bed.
Me: Come to the nest.
Ice grinned, nerves dancing in his golden eyes for a moment before he dragged me against him, running kisses along my neck.
“There’s only one problem now,” he murmured as his teeth grazed my nipple and my back arched against him. “You are wearing far too much.”
King
Neither me nor Malakai waited for the others. Viper was just jumping in the shower, and Arsenal was furiously scrubbing bike oil from his hands, shooting us dirty looks as we’d rushed up the stairs without him.
We walked into an ocean of omega hormones. It was freshly baked chocolate cookies and lavender and roses.
Holy crap.
Onyx and Ice were on the bed together. Onyx’s golden legs were tangled around Ice’s hips. Black lace panties were at her thighs, and he was sliding into her while he squeezed her breasts. Her head was tilted back, a look of absolute pleasure on her face, lips parted and her eyes holding his.
They were, I thought, the two hottest omegas in the universe; her golden curves a contrast to his pale, lean form.
A growl slipped from Mal, and Ice looked over. Neither had even flinched at the door opening.
My cheeks heated. “I… Shit, we didn’t… Should we leave?” I asked. Malakai swatted me on the head as Ice choked out a laugh.
“They want the audience.” Mal crossed toward them and climbed onto the grand bed, eyes fixed on Onyx as Ice drove into her again.
“We want more than an audience,” she managed through a little moan of pleasure. She bit her lip as Ice’s fingers twisted her nipples. Her eyes found mine.
A low rumbling sound came from my chest, halfway between a purr and a growl, and I followed Mal on pure instinct.
“Are you boys just going to watch?” Onyx asked. “Or join in?”
Join?
My heart sped up.
Mal was already adjusting himself beside Ice, leaning forward and weaving his fingers through Ice’s hair.
“Shall we give them a show?” he asked, tilting Ice’s head back.
Ice’s pupils blew, and he stopped, cock buried deep in Onyx. “Yes.” His voice was a low whine.
I’d never heard him like that, and it was hotter than any dream I’d ever had. Onyx’s eyes were wide with lust as she stared up at them, her chest heaving.
“Do you want King to fuck you?”
Ice’s eyes darted to mine and my heart tripped in my chest as he nodded, eyes roaming my body like he could think of nothing better in the world.
Ice
King pressed in behind me and I was smothered by the scent of apricots and champagne. My heart rate picked up, even more lust burning my veins. I hadn’t thought that was possible with Onyx beneath me, letting out little breathy moans every time I drove into her. But King… I wanted him so badly.
I could also scent riverside and clove. Mal at my side. It was comforting and damn hot. Always had been. They had given me the option of going to clinics for heats, but I never had. Malakai had always been safe, and it was so far beyond the twisted idea that I’d held onto—that he didn’t want me.
“Ready, Little Omega?” That was Mal. He was right here with me, and it settled my nerves.
I nodded, and then felt King’s fingers press into me, stretching me open. I moaned. I was wet for him, my slick making it easy to slip in. Onyx’s fingers caught my chin. She drew me back to face her. I realised I’d bowed my head, overwhelmed with sensation for a moment.
Staring into her glittering sapphire eyes in the low, warm light, that was when it all came crashing in.
My pack was here.
Me and Onyx were connected, her body beneath mine, still squeezing me tight.
“Keep fucking her,” Mal murmured. A command. It was enough to get me moving. As I drew out of her, I felt King’s hard cock against my entrance. I paused.
“What did I say?” Mal asked, his voice almost a taunt now. Onyx’s fingers still gripped my chin, forcing me to look right into her eyes. Her pupils were blown wide, and she bit her lip, a sultry look on her face as if she knew exactly what King was doing.
I shifted back another inch, feeling myself stretch over his tip with a little groan.
“Fuck her,” Mal said again, fingers weaving through my hair.
I moved again, a little moan coming from my lips as I drew out of her tight pussy. King pressed in deeper.
“You can do better than that,” Malakai groaned.
I whined as I pulled out of her, King’s massive cock buried deep in my ass, his swelling knot pressing against my entrance. I was panting, I realised, completely overwhelmed with sensation.
I couldn’t help looking up at Mal for a moment. His dark eyes were lost in lust as he watched, loose strands of dark hair swinging in front of his chiselled face.
“Don’t stop,” Onyx breathed, the words a plea.
Fuck…
“Mmhmm…” My chest heaved and I took a breath. Then I drove back into her, groaning at the feeling of her clenching around my cock and King sliding out of me. He was already soaked with my slick, but the burn of his stretch was overwhelming. He was really goddamned thick.
“Fuck…” It was more whine than curse, and my cheeks heated, but it was going to be hard not to come too soon.
I moved at a slow rhythm, pushed onwards by the low, breathy noises Onyx made every time I entered her. King’s hands came down on either side of us, now not in danger of slipping from me. My pleasure was spiking faster than it ever had with King stretching me open as Onyx’s tight body clenched down on my shaft.
King joined at last, slamming into me and pressing me into Onyx. Onyx moaned, a beautiful sound that made my veins hot. My climax was coming, my body seizing. I heard King groan from behind me as if he was nearing his too.
“Knot,” I gasped before thinking, my mind stolen by a million guilty dreams of having King claim me.
He let out a growl, taking over completely. He crushed me against Onyx and I only just managed to catch myself on the mattress, my face an inch from hers.
She kissed me as King began driving into me ruthlessly.
With the addition of Onyx’s tongue driving into my mouth, I came, overwhelmed. My body shook as I spilled inside of her and she groaned in pleasure, squeezing me as I filled her. My body tensed with my orgasm. King let out a low growl, coming as well as he held his knot against me. I bucked against him, needing it. As he stretched me open to accommodate it, Onyx trembled, nails digging into my waist.
The moans coming from my chest as King’s knot pressed into me were wild and desperate, and Onyx drove her tongue into my mouth more aggressively as I trembled between them.
“Bite me,” I moaned.
I felt the shock through the bond with King.
“What?” Even Mal sounded surprised.
I lifted my gaze to him.
“Claim me.”
Arsenal’s bite had been the only one that was needed when we’d bonded. Viper’s had been, too. Now I knew I wanted theirs on my skin as well.
King barely hesitated, and I shuddered when I felt his teeth against my neck as his knot still locked me against him. There was just the briefest hesitation.
“Do it!” I gasped. When his teeth bit down, ecstasy soared through the bond and I suddenly felt King there, more present than he’d ever been. I didn’t realise I’d come again until I felt Onyx trembling and her nails digging into my sides.
“Your cum feels too fucking good, Ice,” she breathed.
I felt the cocky grin slide onto my lips. “My omegas,” King purred, pressing a kiss to the bite, and then to Onyx’s lips. She reached above me, dragging King into a deeper kiss, before letting him go and pressing her lips to the bite.
FIFTY-FIVE
Onyx
King held me against Ice as he sat us up so Malakai could shift behind us.
Since Ice was an omega, he was still completely hard, and the movement sent another jolt of pleasure through my body.
Malakai’s touch brushed my waist, lips pressed to my shoulder.
I hadn’t realised that Viper and Arsenal had arrived, but they were both here. I should have known. We were joined by the scents of honey and chestnut, mint and mist, and the room had become complete.
Arsenal settled on one side of us, Viper on the other. For a moment, I couldn’t take my eyes from Viper. He was topless and wearing a pair of sweats. His lean body was everything I remembered, and for the first time, memories came without pain. How many nights had we spent together, falling in love? Even before I’d perfumed.
“I missed you.” It was one piece of my past I hadn’t had time to process. Now it all came tumbling back. A smile crept onto his face as he leaned close and pressed a tender kiss to my lips.
“I love you, Onyx,” he murmured. His eyes darted to the others, tracing our bodies. “And you are so—” He pressed another kiss to my shoulder. “—So beautiful getting ravaged by our pack.”
Our pack.
My heart swelled. I looked back to Ice to find him watching me intently, desire in his golden eyes. I kissed him, then leaned up, also kissing King on the cheek.
Mal was there, solid chest still pressed against my back, and Arsenal drew my chin toward him. “You ruined us, Onyx,” Arsenal murmured. “Our turn to ruin you.”
I was suddenly breathless. “I want you all.”
King.
Malakai.
Arsenal.
Viper.
They were mine. Mine and Ice’s.
“You haven’t claimed him,” I told Malakai. A growl rumbled in Malakai’s chest, vibrating down my spine.
“Ride him for me, Duchess,” Malakai murmured.
My hands ran down Ice’s chest as I followed Malakai’s command, sliding again over his slick-covered length. We’d both come so many times I could feel it seeping between my thighs every time I took him in. He moaned, eyelids fluttering, head pressed into the crook of King’s neck. It set my veins on fire, seeing him like that. Behind him, King’s head was tilted back, the messy waves of his blonde hair almost obscuring his emerald eyes. He groaned, lips parted as I rocked Ice over his knot.
As Malakai pressed his teeth to Ice’s neck, Ice wove his fingers through my hair, dragging me close. I felt, in a moment of shock, his own teeth against my flesh.
“Bite me,” I whispered.
I hadn’t thought I was ready for a bite beyond Viper’s. When I took their bites like Ice was, I wanted to be well. But I wanted Ice’s, even if it wouldn’t last.
I felt both claims burst to life in the bond as his two sharp omega fangs sank into my neck. Malakai’s renewed bond with Ice, and Ice’s bond to me. He moaned against my neck and came again with a shudder, filling me once more. I felt it, a hot stream that sent shivers across my whole body. It was enough, alone, to send another mini orgasm through me.
And I was so far from done. The pack bond was a live wire of lust and I was perfuming across the room as much as Ice was. I was turned on by the roses and cookies, which meant the alphas in here were next to feral.
Malakai’s grip dug into my waist, and he dragged me from Ice. He was still wearing joggers, but his swollen cock was grinding against my back. I moaned, pressing against him.
“You’re going to fuck Arsenal and Viper first,” he breathed in my ear. “You’ll be filled with their cum before I make you cry my name.”
I shivered just as he released me, and then Arsenal was there instead. I could still hear Ice’s low pants and groans—King must be teasing him. Then Viper was in front of me, dragging me up into a kiss as Arsenal’s fingers found my wet heat. I ground against them, clutching Viper’s face so I didn’t break our kiss.
“Ready for me, Duchess?” Arsenal asked.
“Fuck me,” I begged, my veins alight with the need for him to take me in front of them all.
Malakai seized my hair, kissing me as Arsenal moved. Next thing, I was straddling Arsenal’s powerful hips, and he had his length gripped in his fist as he watched me over him. Viper’s fingers gripped my waist, lifting me. Malakai didn’t let up on his kiss, still fisting my hair, and I had to grab him to steady myself as he continued driving his tongue into my mouth.
I felt Arsenal’s tip against my entrance as Malakai broke the kiss at last, instead running his lips hungrily down my cheek and neck, nipping my skin just as Arsenal pressed into my heat. I moaned, trying to sink lower, but Viper held my hips in place, pressing against my back, sending shivers down my spine as his lips also brushed my neck, finding the bite mark he’d left.
My nails dug into Malakai’s arms, my eyes on Arsenal. His head was propped on pillows as he watched me while he slowly drew out. I whined desperately, all dignity gone for the thirsty creature that had awoken. Ice’s lust—and all of their scents—was enough to push me over the edge. I tried again to shift downward, but Viper’s grip became vice-like.
“Impatient,” Malakai murmured, his fingers dropping between my legs and circling my clit. I bucked, another whine loosing from my chest, my back arching. I clutched at Viper’s arm in an attempt to free myself from his hold, desperate to be fucked.
