When She Needs Them Most
: Chapter 15

Sky takes her sweet time on our jog. She wants to sniff everything, but she’s a weirdo who literally won’t use the bathroom when she’s out for a run. She likes to hold it so she can crap in her own backyard.

Hell if I know why. She’s female. All women are random and mysterious creatures.

I don’t bother checking my phone until I’m leaning against the door to the porch, supervising Sky, to make sure she gets an adequate bathroom break.

I’m anxious to get back to Chelsea, but the poor woman is beat. She was asleep before I left the room.

My jaw falls when I see the message from Arden.

Kase disappeared while Arden was in a teleconference. That’s not worrisome or anything. His judgment where Chelsea is concerned isn’t the best.

Sky bolts up the steps to the back porch, and her nails click across the wooden flooring as she runs inside. Tugging the door closed, I rip off my armband and pull out my earbuds. I drop it all on the dining room table as I jog through, aiming for the back hallway.

I’m a sweaty mess from the extra-long run I took Sky on, so she wouldn’t be hyper when Chelsea woke up.

Chelsea’s scent smacks into me before I’m even at the closed door to her bedroom. The sobbing moans have my head tilting.

What is happening?

There’s no way Kase is in there with her…right?

Fuck me.

There’s only one way to find out.

My hand wraps around the door handle, pushing it open. The scent of Chelsea’s arousal smacks into me, and, rather than staggering backward, it pulls me forward.

I’m pretty much unfazeable.

Normally.

That does not apply to finding Kase on his side behind Chelsea as he spoon-fucks her.

Holy fucking shit.

She’s all baby belly and tits. Her sweaty hair sticks to her forehead and cheek as she sobs.

Kase fumbles around—I think he’s attempting to locate her clit—and I’m so fucking thrown for a loop… Finding them fucking would not have made my top fifty guesses of what they’d be doing.

Chelsea’s hazy blue eyes pop open and get huge when she spots me. Finally locating some presence of mind, I shove the door closed and kick out of my tennis shoes.

Kase’s head pops up, and his eyes narrow.

I hold up my palms. I’m not a threat to him, no matter what his instincts are trying to convince him.

“Oh my god, I can smell you from here,” Chelsea says, staring straight into my eyes. “This is going to sound weird, and I know that, but I need you to let me lick you. It’s important. Please.”

My cock throbs in my basketball shorts.

I was cold when I first hit the pavement, but after a solid run, I was thankful I didn’t wear pants. There’s every possibility she wants to lick my skin, not my dick, but the appendage is acting like we got a full-blown invitation to join the party.

“Chelsea, beautiful, I’m already brushing the bottom of your pussy. No matter how hard you slam your hips back, I don’t think you’ll be able to take my knot—” Kase gasps. Using his height, he curls around her top half, gripping her face and twisting it back. “Are you fucking okay?”

Her eyes squeeze shut, but she nods. “I am, but now I need you to rut. And make Linc let me lick him.”

“No making required.” I prowl closer, tugging my long-sleeve shirt off with a hand at the back of my neck.

Chelsea’s scent seems to indicate something deeper is at play. Her pheromones are thick in the air, and her arousal is at the point I would safely say it qualifies as a perfume. I was under the impression omegas only perfumed in the days leading up to a heat and with highly compatible partners.

We are so fucking compatible, my cock aches just from scenting her pussy, but pregnancy halts heats.

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 halfway up 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. My hindbrain 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 fuzzy already.

“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.

Her fingers dig into the back of my head, like she’s desperate to hold me in place.

My thumb works over her nipple, and I reposition to lie at her side, facing her. It’s complicated, and when our lips lose contact, she whines.

A vicious growl rattles out of my chest as I scoot closer, and Chelsea attacks my mouth. It’s messy and uncoordinated, but everything feels more intense with my head a mess of alpha fog. Her hand slides down my abs and into the band of my shorts, but I’m too distracted by the kiss to question it. Her fingers dance through my pubic hair and down to brush the root of my shaft. It’s difficult because of the height difference, and it seems like that’s as far as she can reach.

As badly as my dick thinks it needs some relief, I’m more concerned with why she’s burning up.

“Oh, shit,” Kase groans. “I’m, um, yeah, sorry. I’m going to…” The rest disappears into a growl that makes Chelsea quake. Her mouth falls open as she becomes too distracted to kiss me.

“Are you going to come all over Kase’s cock?” I ask, pulling back to study her face.

“Yeah.” She moans, nodding wildly.

“That’s unreal. Fuck…” He keeps on rambling, and I scoot down to flick my tongue over her nipple.

Her hand slips out of my shorts, and she thrashes, but I move to the tit closer to the bed to make sure they both get equal attention. Her body jolts as she comes, and it goes on for so long it’s kinda impressive.

“Ugh, too much,” she says, digging her fingers into the back of my head.

I pop off her tit and scoot up to brush my fingers over her cheek. “Are you okay?”

She struggles to catch her breath, but she nods. “Yeah, but you never let me lick you.”

I snort, smiling like a total weirdo.

Goddamn, she really is precious.

There’s not much I could deny her, so I slide my hand up her throat and into the hair at the base of her skull before directing her nose into my neck. Her naughty little tongue flicks against my skin, and she lets out a satisfied groan that makes my chest puff up with pride.

Kase loops his arm around her middle, and his eyes meet mine. The goofy grin on his face has me smiling back. He deserves good things, and I think Chelsea will be more forgiving of his quirks than most would be, but I’m still completely fucking baffled how things escalated so quickly.