When She Needs Them Most
: Chapter 29

None of the guys go to work the next day. Arden and Lincoln spend most of the morning bringing in all the boxes from the garage to the bedroom that somehow was chosen for Luna’s nursery.

Not that I’m complaining. Having a set place for her to land has helped my anxiety tremendously.

It does stress me out a little to know the guys have colleagues specifically coming to stay in town in case anything should go wrong. But there is a benefit to knowing they can defend themselves, and me, if it comes down to it.

Skylar, my old neighbor, calls to send me the tracking information for the package, and I send her an extra hundred dollars for the hassle. I haven’t let myself consider what might be in that package. Part of me wants to hope there’s a letter or video recording for Luna. Something I can show her one day. Another piece of me hopes there is some kind of proof against those assholes. Illegal gambling is one thing, but the second Lincoln said the words human trafficking, all bets were off.

I’ve been told my entire life how dangerous it is to be a female unbonded omega. Who knows, maybe the police can use that information as a catalyst to open a full-scale investigation.

My emotions are all over the place when I consider the possibility that Clark might have included something for me. The important thing is for Luna to get something from her dad, but I wouldn’t mind a little closure too.

Kase accompanies me over to my place after lunch to snag clothes and other necessities, since their coworkers need somewhere to stay. We strip the sheets off my bed and replace them with a clean set of my spare sheets from one of the bedding boxes.

Kase tosses the matching blanket over the top sheet as I gather the used bedding.

Hopefully, they’ll be bringing their own air mattresses, because outside of my bed and the couch, there’s nowhere else for anyone to sleep.

This may be the house I rented, but it doesn’t feel like home. Their house does. At some point, we’re going to need to consolidate my stuff over there.

Kase carries the pile of bedding out and tosses it into the laundry hamper. I should probably bring it back with us, so it’s not sitting over here while they have guests.

Once that’s done, I focus on finding clothes that I can still wear and a few things that will work after I give birth. I also need to find the baby hospital bag that I’ve had packed since before moving, but that’s buried in a box somewhere.

I hate asking Kase to dig through the pile of boxes to find it, but it has the outfit my mom brought me home from the hospital in. It’s important to me that we find it, because having that outfit makes it feel like my mom will be there with me.

It makes no rational sense, but I need something she held in her hands with me at the hospital.

It’ll give me strength.

Or that’s what I’d like to believe.

I really don’t want to go through this without her.

My feet ache worse than my eyes, and I slowly lower myself onto the sofa in my living room. I should be helping Kase, but I just need to sit for a minute—or three.

Maybe five, but no longer than ten.

Pregnancy is officially kicking my ass.

I’ve been having so many Braxton Hicks contractions that I’m starting to think some of them are the real deal. I should have a little over three weeks left, but my stomach seems to have dropped in the last couple of days. The internet was torn on if that means Luna will be coming sooner rather than later.

“I found it,” Kase calls out from the dining room. He jogs into the room with the box cradled in his arms. His face breaks out into a killer smile as he approaches.

There’s something about that expression on his face that makes my heart thump. He really is a delicious man. He’s, honest to God, one of the hottest men I’ve ever seen, but he’s not cocky about it. It’s kinda hard to believe.

He places the box down on the floor and pulls out the baby bag before handing it to me.

Kase drops down next to me and stretches over, grabbing my legs and bringing them to rest in his lap. “I saw some photo books in the box.”

“Yeah,” I agree.

“Got any pictures of your mom?”

My lips roll together, and I nod.

“Want to show me some of them?” he asks, running his fingers over the top and bottom of my swollen feet.

“Yeah,” I say, struggling to stretch far enough that I can reach one of the albums.

Kase reaches down with ease, grabbing one and placing it on my lap. I flip the page, and there are pictures of my mom and me when I was about two or three years old.

She had long brown hair and big blue eyes. She was beautiful but looked so much younger than I remember her.

I miss her so fucking much, but sharing some of my favorite memories with Kase sounds like a nice way to pass the time.

At some point during my trip down memory lane, I lean back against the corner of the couch. Kase massages my feet and migrates higher to my calves. I flip the book around, showing him pictures upon pictures, and he listens without interrupting. By the time I make it to the end, I’m happy I looked through them.

I’ve been avoiding pictures of my mom for years. At first, because the grief was too fresh, and then because I was worried seeing her would make me sad.

But it didn’t.

And if Kase hadn’t asked me to show him pictures, I probably would have continued on avoiding them.

Since it was just a quick walk from their house to mine, I didn’t bother with leggings. Kase’s hands skim higher on my thighs, and my head falls back as I relish the feeling of his skin against mine. He still massages as he goes, but when he reaches my panties, he shamelessly swipes two fingers down the front, tracing my lower lips.

Kase stretches over me, planting a hand on the arm of the couch next to my head. “I’m fairly sure you never got to christen this house.” He brushes his nose over mine. “Isn’t that a shame?”

I smile, but it gets lost in our kiss as he pushes his lips to mine and simultaneously grabs both sides of my underwear, tugging on them. He holds himself up using his core and waits for me to push up my hips, making it possible for him to get them down to my knees without ripping the material.

There’s nothing sexy about maternity panties, but Kase doesn’t appear to mind. He doesn’t even bother getting them all the way off my legs before he slides his fingers over my lower lips and brings his other arm up to frame my head.

His kisses are playful but not as tentative as they have been before. He smiles against my lips when he locates my clit.

It’s so Kase.

He’s endearing as hell.

My nose wrinkles, picking up his arousal in the air. It causes an immediate reaction in my system, making my nipples tighten. My hand moves to cup his, and I give him a little instruction on how to tease my clit.

It takes a bit, but his frantic ministrations, combined with the desperate way he kisses me like he can’t get enough, catch up fast. My core clenches around nothing, and I can sense how slick I’ve become.

I groan as he pulls back from the kiss and climbs down. He’s so long that he has to either be scrunched up, or his legs hang off the end of the couch, but I can’t see over my stomach.

It’s frustrating.

I’m genuinely tired of being pregnant, but Kase distracts me by pulling my underwear down and off my feet. He shoulders my thighs apart and settles between them. The last few times I’ve been intimate with one of them, my pheromones have been in control. There wasn’t time to feel overly self-conscious or to worry that I haven’t shaved in months.

Kase spreads me open and dives in without any concern for extra hair. He’s not very coordinated, but his enthusiasm gets the job done, especially when he thrusts two fingers inside me.

I’d love to be able to see him, but even when I shimmy back, trying to sit up a little, all I see is my stomach. He growls, holding me in place even tighter. My hands dig into his curls, and I guide him where I want him to go.

“God, Chelsea, you taste like sugar cookies.” Kase growls, and the sound seems to vibrate against my clit as he dives into making me scream once again.

Pleasure builds slow and steady, because he’s not consistent with his ministrations, but he gets me there. The way his fingers stretch against my inner walls seems to be what pushes me over the edge.

My fingers dig into the back of his head as I hold him in place. “Right there. Just flick your tongue right there.”

Kase is excellent at following instructions. My skin sizzles as euphoria washes through my cells. I tremble and ride out the wave while Kase tries to suck my soul out through my clit.

“Ugh.” I grunt, giving his hair a tug. “Too much.”

He pops up, and I can finally see him again. He licks his lips and smiles as he pulls off his long-sleeve T-shirt. “How about you flip over for me?”

“Only if you help me up,” I say, grinning back. The enthusiastic alpha grabs my hands, pulling me up until my stomach squishes against my thighs. He grabs the bottom of my dress, tugging it off and tossing it on the back of the couch. “Damn, your tits are huge.”

I look down and chuckle at how they’re pouring over the cups of my bra. It takes some effort, but I still stretch an arm back to unhook it.

Kase puts on quite the show running his hand down his stomach and into the waistband of his sweats. He’s between my legs, so my thighs can’t clench, but watching as he jerks himself under the fabric is brain-meltingly sexy.

“I love it when you look at me like that.” He pulls his hand free and hooks his fingers at the top of his sweats, shoving them and his boxer briefs down. “Flip over for me, pretty girl.”

It’s a battle, but I make it happen. I end up on my knees with my hands on the arm of my couch. It gives my stomach plenty of room, which is nice.

“Let’s see, is it better if I put this under the belly or your chest?” He shoves one of the big throw pillows between me and the couch.

“Under the belly, in case my arms give up on holding me up.” I shiver as his huge hand cups my tit.

He crawls over me and pulls my hair to the side. “Your scent makes me feral.”

“Me too,” I say, wiggling my hips.

His sticky crown bumps around my ass as he wraps his hand around my chin from behind. He tilts my face back and captures my lips while guiding his tip to my opening. The position is awkward, but the feeling of his palm wrapped around my throat makes my insides light up.

It’s an omega thing.

On top of that, kinda bossy Kase is fucking hot. He pushes his crown into my opening and freezes. The warmth of his skin against mine and the teasing way he traps my lower lip with his teeth is intense.

I ache to slam my hips back, but I let him lead, at least for the moment. He pulls out completely, and my core clenches around nothing, but he quickly dips into me once more.

He pulls back from our kiss and moves close to my ear. “Do you know how badly I ache to tie you up and keep you at my mercy?” Out and back in. “Hmm, beautiful? Does that scare you? I’d take good care of you. You just wouldn’t be able to escape.”

I moan, and my head falls forward to rest against the arm of the couch as my arms shake. Kase releases his hold on my neck and relocates that hand to my shoulder.

“I love that sensation,” he growls. “The quivering way your walls stretch around me, like you’re desperate for more. I mean, that’s what I’m assuming. By the way, don’t tell me if I’m wrong.”

I smile and purposely clench my Kegels. I’ve done about a million of them during this pregnancy, and apparently, the payoff gets to be two-fold. A low, dangerous snarl rattles out of his chest as he slams deeper on his next stroke.

“Don’t worry. When I tie you up, I’ll make sure to use really soft materials,” he says with a gravelly tone to his voice that I am growing addicted to. “I have a weird thing about textures. That doesn’t apply to your pussy. It feels fucking wonderful. I’m not even turned off by the massive amount of slick. It helps convince me I’m doing something right.”

I mean to tell him he’s adorable, but somehow, a string of begging spills from my lips. “…You’re doing great. Perfect. I just need you to fuck me harder!”

“Yes, ma’am,” he growls, intensifying his strokes until his hips brush my ass.

If I thought I could hold myself up on one hand, I would tease my clit, but if he keeps up those measured thrusts, I’ll get there with no problem. My tits bounce, and my body shivers at the feeling of his shaft growing longer and thicker.

“Back to the never letting you get away thing.” He grunts and slows his strokes. “Sorry, you feel way too good. I don’t want to embarrass myself. This is still new to me.”

“You’re a very quick study, but you can tease my clit, and I’ll be right there with you,” I assure him, shimmying my hips as I search for friction.

“Damn, I forgot about that.” Kase releases my shoulder but wraps his arm around until his hand lands on my sternum. He pulls me up until I’m vertical on my knees. His free hand moves to tease my clit as my back brushes his strong chest. “Don’t worry, I’ve got you.” His palm flattens on my chest when I lean forward a little to change the angle.

“I trust you,” I manage to choke out.

“I love hearing you say that, but it’s fucking dangerous for both of us.” His teeth scratch over the top of my shoulder on the opposite side from where Linc claimed me.

My skin sizzles, and he continues bucking up into me until I’m teetering precariously close to the edge. I bite my lip, trying to hold back the begging, but his pheromones are everywhere, and they make my chest all warm and fuzzy.

He pinches my clit, his lips brushing my shoulder as he speaks. “Say it again, beautiful.”

“Bite me, please,” I sob, nodding and thrashing. Pleasure rips through my system with enough force that my vision goes hazy. Slick gushes out around his swollen length, and Kase fucks into me even deeper.

I’m so blissed out, it takes several seconds to notice the pain. Shit, he buried his teeth in my shoulder deep. The bond radiates in my mind. If there was an opportunity to decline it, I missed it, or my soul accepted the link for me.

Kase’s tongue laps over the bite, and his cock swells, jolting inside me as he grunts against my skin. His euphoria slams into the bond, making my body convulse.

Rebounding pleasure takes over, and it’s impossible to focus on anything except the bliss radiating through every cell.