I rut into her like an Alpha without a single thought in his head except making my Omega feel good and filling her up with my cum.
Her cunt flutters around me, milking me of every drop. When her body stops convulsing, I push a few sweaty locks of hair away from her face. Her eyes are glazed over, the lids so heavy she looks like she’s nearly asleep.
“You’re so perfect, you’re doing so good,” I tell her. She gives me a small smile before passing out with my knot still deeply inside her.
Wells is wrapped around her back, not a care in the world of how big of a mess the three of us are, because this moment is perfect.
Exhaustion is evident in every single part of my body. I’d consider myself a very strong man. I work out every day, and I’m used to the burn of overworked muscle. But the stamina it takes to keep up with an Omega in heat? It’s unlike anything I could ever imagine.
My thighs feel like I’ve run a marathon, I tweaked my lower back, and my biceps are screaming for a break. Not to mention just the general lack of sleep.
But despite my exhaustion, my unkempt hair, or the fact that the blanket is sticking to my left ass cheek because it’s covered in some bodily fluid, I grin up at the ceiling.
Claire is passed out on top of me, my knot deep inside her, soothing her. Having an Omega gives me a purpose in a way I didn’t know I needed and I can’t imagine how much better this is all going to feel when we’re bonded.
I push some hair off her face. Wells has done a very good job of making sure her hair is detangled her entire heat and that thought makes me smile even more.
It hits me right then that I’m so in love with both of them and I never thought I would have that. For so long, I didn’t think of myself as capable of creating deep connections with people and yet, here I am.
I kiss the top of her head and glance over and see Elliot assessing us. It’s more of an analytical assessment, not his typical glowering.
“What?” I rasp out low enough to not wake Claire up.
“I think I’m starting to understand pack life more,” he says easily. “My parents are Alpha and Omega but they never made a pack, it made me think that I was incapable of having a pack, of sharing.”
“My father was an Alpha and my mother was a Beta, I didn’t grow up in a pack either,” I admit to him and he nods.
“I didn’t stay away because I didn’t know if I wanted her or not. I stayed away because I was so in love with her. I knew if I couldn’t give her what she needed that I had to be the one to walk away for the both of us.”
“But you stayed,” I say and he nods again, looking affectionately down at Claire.
“She’s the kind of woman that makes you want to be a better man for her. I want to go back to New Hampshire with all of you. I want to try harder.”
Maybe it’s because Claire’s heat is ending and our brains aren’t full of the Alpha drive to possess and breed our Omega, or maybe it’s because Claire has fucked the resolve out of the both of us.
“I’ll try harder too,” I admit, running my fingers through her dark strands.
“Stop, I’m going to cry. I wish we could have had our phones so I could have recorded the whole thing for Claire to listen to later,” Wells gushes from the corner.
Elliot throws a pillow at him, but my Beta catches it with one hand.
“And here I thought we were bonding,” Wells complains, but holds the pillow to his chest. “Claire and I will be your pack whisperers. If either of you are having a hard time adjusting, you just come to us. I know she doesn’t want to wait long to bond, but you two not getting along will make her push it off.”
Wells, the voice of reason.
When I glance over at Elliot, he’s looking at Claire the same way I do. Even though there might be some serious growing pains in becoming a pack, neither of us are letting her go, so I’m going to have to work to find some common ground with the Alpha.
“I, for one, hope she wants to get off this fuck-ass ship as soon as her heat is over,” Elliot says, and I rumble my agreement.
Look at that, we have something in common.
“I have a feeling this ship’s population is going to go down to half after the mass heat situation,” Wells surmises. “She mentioned before her heat that she didn’t want to stay onboard any longer. I think she’s ready to set down roots.”
My chest rumbles with a purr over the thought. Of providing a home and stability for her.
“She wants to stop in New York to meet her family and pack her things before we head to New Hampshire. Anything we should know about them?” Wells asks.
Elliot laughs so loudly it has Claire wiggling on my knot.