Page 37 of When She Needs Them Most
I thought.
Fuck.
I don’t know anything anymore. Except that, if she’s having heat-like symptoms, we should get her into the nest as soon as possible. But I’m pretty sure she wedged her pussy right down over Kase’s knot. So, that’s not going to happen anytime soon. He’ll need to come a whole fuckton of times, then wait fifteen to twenty minutes for the appendage to deflate.
The pretty little omega gets tired of Kase’s fumbling, and she interlocks her fingers with his.
“Like this,” she says in a breathy tone that makes my balls ache. Her arm has to stretch around the baby belly and then over to her clit. Her stomach takes up her entire forearm and halfwayup her bicep. My knot is already slightly swollen, and it pulses. It’s such a crazy thing to be attracted to, but here we are.
The baby belly is fucking hot, and my system doesn’t care that the baby isn’t biologically mine. It’s pretty much a given that if you’re an alpha who ends up in a pack, you’re going to end up raising kids that aren’t biologically your own.
Honestly, who gives a fuck about being biologically related, anyway? The one thing I dreamed about most growing up in foster care was that someone would adopt me. That they would choose to love me when they weren’t bound by biology, and I eventually got that with Kase’s family. I know I can do that for Chelsea and the baby.
The little omega catches me staring, and her eyes narrow. “Lincoln!”
I chuckle. “Yes,ma’am.”
She licks her lips, watching me intently as I stretch a hand down to squeeze my cock. The material of my shorts is probably stained from all the precum I’m leaking, but I take the few steps toward the bed and kneel on the floor at the edge.
Chelsea still directs Kase where she wants him, but her other hand catches my hip, and her nails dig into my lower back.
“Are you sure you’re clear enough for all of this, sweetheart?” I ask, pushing the hair back from her face.
“Jesus Christ,” Kase says, sounding pained. “Please don’t ask her that when I’m knot deep. We’re locked together…”
Shit.
Yeah, there’s no getting them apart now, but I don’t want to add myself to the equation if consent is dubious.
Chelsea releases her grip on his hand to stretch her arm behind her. She buries her fingers in his hair and tilts her head back so that she can look at him as she says, “I’m perfectly clear to consent. If I wasn’t, I wouldn’t be able to form sentences. Myhindbrain may be stuck on coming all over your knot and licking every inch of Lincoln’s sweaty skin, but I am coherent.”
“Thank God,” he growls, moving to hold her hip as he grinds into her.
Chelsea sobs, and I climb onto the edge of the bed from where I was kneeling next to it. My palm flattens over the top of her head and my nostrils flare with her scent.
I’m legitimately fucking impressed Kase is clear enough to form words. That sugary sweet scent of hers has my head fuzzyalready.
“You could kiss me. If you wanted to, I mean,” Chelsea whispers.
My heart thumps against my ribcage, and my free hand lands on her side.
Kase’s stomach rubs against my fingers and the difference in their body temperatures is alarming.
“Fuck.” My eyes widen. “You’re burning up.”
“Yeah, I wasn’t expecting that, either,” Kase chokes out.
I slide my hand to cup her heavy tit and push my mouth to hers. It looks like it was barely in time too. I hesitated just long enough to almost hurt her feelings, but not for the reason she would assume.
“Even her pussy is so hot, it burns, but in a good way. At least now. At first, it was kinda painful,” Kase says, grinding into her. “Not that I mind. You’re perfect, and this is amazing. I’m not complaining.”
Chelsea’s naughty little tongue teases the seam of my lips, and it takes some getting used to with the way she jostles with each gentle thrust Kase gives. My tongue rolls around hers in a sensual way that makes my dick leak.
My perfume-addled mind tries to convince me that it’s because she needs to soak up my pheromones and even my cum, but that’s feral alpha logic.
I think.
It’s hard to tell.
