Chapter 24: : Chapter 23

My head tilts as I make my way into the nest. It’s a den style, with three steps up to the platform the mattress is on. The bathroom is right next door, and both rooms are only accessible through the primary suite. I vaguely wonder if Arden managed to talk her into moving into the main bedroom. It would make things easier, since having her downstairs isn’t my favorite.

The curtain is pulled closed, and I make it a covert mission as I sneak up the carpeted steps. Chelsea is busy grumbling about something under her breath, and I pull the curtain.

She’s on all fours in the same borrowed T-shirt and sweats I saw her in before my shower. She’s busy shoving something under the row of top pillows. Arden’s shirt is large enough that it hangs around her front, making it possible to see the bottom curve of the baby belly. It’s unreal how it sticks out several inches on either side of her body.

Her hips wiggle, and she buries her nose in the pillow, letting out a very omega-like coo. It’s basically the contented sound omegas produce when they’re happy, similar to the way alphas purr.

“Can I climb in here?” I ask, tugging the curtain closed behind me.

“Yeah.” She peeks at me over her shoulder, and she’s so goddamn cute that a ridiculous smile crosses my face.

I take the carpeted steps and slide around to the end table beside the bed before dropping my phone next to hers and climbing onto the mattress.

We’ve never bothered trying to be matched, but it’s crazy how much having an omega around seems to make me more fulfilled. I’m glad I never knew what we were missing, or I might have pushed harder. Then we might have met someone else, and I’m fucking grateful we didn’t go that route.

Chelsea rolls over and snuggles into me. Her cold nose dances around my skin as I pull her closer with a hand on her ass. “Mmm, I like the smell of your body wash. Not as much as your natural scent, but it complements your smell.”

“Thanks.” I chuckle, teasing my hand over her hip. “How did your appointment go?”

“Good,” she says. “Everything was fine. The doctor seemed to be in a hurry, but Arden handled it well, and I got all my questions answered. Only, I got a call from my old neighbor a few minutes ago. She’s one of the few people that I gave my new phone number to. I didn’t answer, but she left a voicemail.”

“And?”

“I’m not positive, but it sounds like a package was delivered to my old apartment. It sat outside the door for a few days, but she took it inside. She asked if she should mark it for return to sender or forward it to me.”

“Did you forward your mail?” I ask.

“No.” She shakes her head. “I don’t think I ordered anything, though.”

“Well, it’s not late. Why don’t you give her a call, and I’ll help walk you through what to do?” I bend and brush a kiss over the top of her head. “We can always have it sent to the office, if you’re concerned it might be from the guy who was bothering you.”

“Okay, will you hand me my phone? I am kinda wondering what it could be. I purposely didn’t give anyone my new address.”

I snag the phone, handing it over.

She dials and waits. A woman’s voice answers, and Chelsea makes small talk, asking how she’s been.

Once the conversation veers toward the package, I whisper, “Can you put it on speaker?”

She nods, pulling the phone from her ear and clicking the speakerphone button.

“I didn’t, like, steal your package or anything, but I did bring it in because I didn’t want anyone else to be tempted.”

“No, that’s okay. I appreciate it,” Chelsea says.

“It was heavy as hell. I had to ask Dean to help me drag it in,” the woman says. “So, it’s probably going to cost a fortune to forward it to you, but I’m willing. Or if you want, I can try to catch the mail guy to have it returned to sender.”

I frown. I’m pretty sure that will only work if it was mailed through the postal service and not a private shipping company.

“Is there a return address?” I ask and grimace.

Fuck.

I’m treating this like an investigation.

“That was a man’s voice,” the lady says. “Should I answer him?”

Chelsea chuckles. “Yes, please.”

“Okay, hang on a second. Let me check.”

We wait patiently as there’s some rustling in the background.

“A lawyer’s office,” she finally says. “Smith, Smith, and Harbor.”

“That’s Clark’s lawyer. The one who told me he was dead. Please, don’t send it back.” Chelsea swallows thickly. “I’ll pay whatever the shipping cost is and extra for the hassle.”

“Oh shit, yeah, no problem…” The woman goes on, and I do my best to figure out how to comfort my omega. Her scent has changed, and now it holds tinges of her anxiety.

I provide our address, because I’d still prefer we check out the package prior to Chelsea opening it. With stalkers or domestic disputes, you can never tell how the offender is going to react. Luckily, the little omega lets me take the lead, soothing my impulses on a foundational level. They disconnect, and I drop Chelsea’s phone onto the nightstand next to mine.

“You feeling okay?” I ask as she slides her hand over the tattoos that line my chest and down to my stomach.

“Can we just not talk about that right now? Because I honestly don’t know.”

That’s something I understand. When I was growing up, everyone always wanted to ask questions about how my dad killed my mom. Did she fight back? Do you hate him? Why did he do it?

I don’t fucking know. Yes. Why don’t you try asking him?

“That’s perfectly fine,” I assure her. “You know, I’m sure you showered, but I can still smell hints of Arden and Kase all over you. Did you have a good afternoon?”

Her warm breath puffs over my pec as she nods, and her naughty little hand trails lower down my abs.

Perhaps it’s not the healthiest coping mechanism, but I’m available if she needs to be distracted. It’s kinda fucked up, because I wouldn’t handle it well if she was hung up on anyone else, but the guy is dead. It’s not like he’s a threat to us building a future together.

Right?

Goddammit.

I hate being introspective. For most of my life, I would have bet good money that I wouldn’t make it to thirty. Now, all I can think about are ways we can make our job safer so that we can have a long and happy life with Chelsea and Luna.

Hell, I’m one of those people who would pick my dog over literally fucking anyone, but I begged Kase to take Sky out because I couldn’t stand being away from Chelsea for a minute longer.

Chelsea wiggles, tossing a thigh over mine. She slides her hand down the front of my sweats, then realizes I’m not wearing anything underneath. Reaching out my hand, I grip her chin and pull her mouth to mine.

The baby belly rests against my side, and I’m really going to miss that thing once she gives birth. That just means we’ll have to knock her up again in a year or two.

Her teeth rake over my lower lip at the same time her fist wraps around my cock. It’s not fully hard, but if she keeps up the naughty, playful bites, it will be in about two seconds flat. She rolls her thumb around my crown, and a low growl vibrates out of my chest.

She pulls back from the kiss and tries to wiggle her way down, like she’s about to suck me off. It’s a process, but I help her up to the best of my ability. Very rarely am I thankful my job requires me to be in good shape. Now is one of those times.

Chelsea kneels next to me, giving my sweats a shove. Lifting my hips, I make sure she can get them to my knees and take over, pushing them down until I can kick out of them.

The hungry look on her face makes my dick jump, and precum dribbles all over my lower stomach as I settle back at an angle on my forearms.

Chelsea wraps her hand around my shaft and bends, bringing me to her lips. I don’t know what I did to deserve this, but I’ll take it. Only, I’d much rather be buried inside her delicious little pussy.

Keeping myself up with one elbow, I wrap my hand in her dirty blonde hair to keep her hair out of her face and revel in the way her tongue feels teasing the underside of my shaft. Her tits push against my side and, fuck, I wish I could see them bounce as she really gets into it.

My knot pulses, aching for some attention, but that can wait. Honestly, as enjoyable as it is to have her sucking me off, I feel like I’m supposed to be focused on her.

My head falls back as she makes a circle with her thumb and pointer finger and teases her lips all the way down my shaft. She pulls a hand up, giving my hand in her hair a shove.

“You want me to take over?” I ask.

She smiles around my cock. I can only see her profile from this direction, but I plant my feet on the mattress and give her what she asked for. My abs tighten as she hollows her cheeks. I shove a little too hard, and she gags, but fuck, I’m a dick, because it only makes me harder.

Tugging her hair, I pull her off my cock to a variety of unimpressed grunts that come from the little omega. A low chuckle escapes my lips, and I sit up to meet her, capturing her mouth before she can protest. That sweet sugar cookie scent of hers is everywhere, and tasting my precum on her tongue doesn’t help me stay clear at all.

I wrap my free hand around her lower back and tease under the material of Arden’s shirt. Tugging it up is complicated because she leans into me for support, but I peck a kiss on her lips and pull it off over her head. She’s still up on her knees, and she drops Kase’s sweats, kicking out of them.

Her tits are huge, like way bigger than I would assume is comfortable for her frame, but pregnancy could be messing with their normal size. I groan, dropping my hold on her hair to cup one.

Chelsea runs a hand over her stomach.

“You okay? Feeling crampy or foggy?” I ask, also moving to palm her belly.

“I’m good. I just want you.” Her eyelashes flutter, and I really fucking love that she said want instead of need. I get that she can’t control when her system needs pheromones, but it’s also nice to be wanted.

“You’ll have me,” I growl, pushing myself up until I can roll to my knees. Once I’m up on them, I knee walk closer. My still-rock-hard dick bounces around her swollen stomach, and I test her core.

She’s soaked.

Okay, so, I haven’t done shit to get her ready, meaning I probably owe her biology a solid thank you. Bending, I capture her mouth and work a finger inside her core. I’m fucking addicted to the way she melts into me, trusting me to keep her upright.

Wet sounds fill the air as I add another finger, working in and out of her pussy. She fists my cock, and our tongues tangle in the air until she pulls back, huffing deep lungfuls of air.

“I probably had better lung capacity before I got pregnant, but honestly, it’s been so long, I can’t be sure,” she whispers, smiling up at me.

I chuckle, brush my palm against her clit, and spread my fingers wide. She moans, and her eyes fall shut.

“How about you spin around for me?” I suggest, pulling free of her cunt.

Her eyes pop open, and she blinks owlishly for several long seconds before she scrambles to comply. I climb over her legs, and my cock bounces around her ass.

“Can I fuck you now, sweetheart?” I ask close to her ear.

She nods her agreement, falling to hold herself up on her palms.

“Goddamn,” I growl, skimming my hands over her hips and ass. “Do you know what a spectacular view I’ve got? You’re sexy as hell.”

She scoffs. “I’m as big as a house.”

My palm lands on her ass in a gentle swat. “You’re beautiful.”

“Just get inside me already.” She grunts, wiggling her hips.

I position my crown at her opening and thrust. “You think I’d be this fucking hard if I wasn’t attracted to you? I’ve never once been tempted by an omega until you popped up.”

“God, Linc,” she sobs, her hair falling toward the bed. “More. I need more of you!”

“Oh, sweet girl. We’re going to make sure you’re swallowing down every thick inch.” My hands tighten on her hips, and I practice different strokes until she’s a begging mess.

She leaks slick, and it drips around my knot and down my balls. Looping my arm around her hip, I tease her clit. By the looks of it, she’s having enough trouble keeping her top half up with how badly her arms shake.

I never thought I’d be sad missionary sex was off the table, but I wish I could be on top of her, caging her in and feeling every smooth inch of her soft skin pushing into my much harder frame.

My pelvis bumps her ass, but I purposely avoid slamming my knot inside her.

Fuck.

My instincts are going haywire. They’re still screaming at me to cage her in. Pinching her clit, I stretch out over her back and plant a hand near her head.

I tug the hair back from her face and toss it over the other shoulder, so I can get close to her ear. “Are you doing okay, pretty girl?”

“Yes,” she groans, nodding. “I just need to come. Pretty please.”

“We can definitely work on that. If you do something for me.” I chuckle, moving back to work her swollen nub. “Scream for me. Don’t hold back. I wanna hear every begging moan.”

Chelsea’s inner walls clench, and she gets so much slicker that I almost slam my knot inside her on the next stroke without meaning to. She sobs out a multitude of commands as her pheromones flood the air, and I shake my head to try to force away the fog.

“Bite me, please…” She moans, and her pussy spasms in waves, like it’s desperately searching for my knot to lock it in place.

“Fuck.” My cock swells, and pressure builds in my balls and lower spine. “Don’t say shit you don’t mean, sweet girl. It’s dangerous for the both of us.”

“I want to feel you sink your teeth in.” She wiggles her hips right as I thrust, and my knot slams inside her opening.

All the air leaves my lungs with the way her pussy clamps down on my swelling knot. My chest fills with a warm fuzzy euphoria at the sensation of her gently rocking over my length.

“Bite me, Linc!” She whines the words, and I’m not sure how I could deny her anything. Slick gushes, dripping out around my knot with every rut, but I lick over her shoulder and strike before I can even think the action through.

Alphas know better than to bite a foggy omega. And it’s pure fucking luck that she accepts the bond. Her body trembles under mine, and I’m so out of it that I fuck her full of my cum with my teeth still buried deep.

It’s only after my orgasm starts to subside that I finally retract my teeth, licking over the bite to clean and seal it.

I plant my hand on her sternum and pull us both up until we’re kneeling. It’s so fucking tempting to give in to the fog and let the haze of rut carry me away, but once we’re settled on our knees, I tilt her face back to mine. “Are you okay?”

“Why does everyone keep asking me that?” She huffs, grinding over my rock-hard cock. “I’m really good. I think maybe you should be able to feel that in the bond. How about if I’m ever not okay, I’ll tell you? Deal?”

I chuckle, relishing the way her hand runs over mine. “Deal.”

Holy fucking shit.

Everything just changed.

Chelsea is officially mine.