Page 116 of The Gift
“Fuck, I am,” Koda grits out, my eyes dropping to him as he throws his head back in pleasure. I can feel how close he is to filling me with his seed. “My knot is about to hold you tight, Bails.”
Henley groans, long, and deep, his hand moving at a faster pace, his eyes locked on mine. I need more eyes, or we need mirrors, so I can watch them all plunge into their orgasms. One splash of come on the side of my mouth before he shuffles slightly, getting his aim perfect with his next shot.
Koda’s hands around my waist tighten as he holds himself deep inside me, a slight flick of his hips and his knot gets swallowed by my pussy. Reno sucks my tit. Ashton drives himself in, his knot pulsing ready. He hits the right spot and locks us together before he drops his teeth to the back of my neck and binds the four of us together for the rest of eternity.
I scream, thrashing between Koda and Ashton. Reno wraps his arms around to support me while one of Henley’s hands dig into my hair, his thumbs rubbing his release over my lips and in my mouth. All of them stopping me moving but taking me far, far away from here. I come so hard, it feels so right and I never want it to stop.
“Oh Ash,” I cry as he comes. Maybe I’m super sensitive because of his bite, although barely a second later Koda roars, like literally roars, and it’s lucky he holds me down, or I swear to god I’d be in another universe by the way I feel him let go inside me. A gentle suckle on my nipple followed by a rush of movement before Reno adds his come to my body.
We ruin each other. I mean that in a good way because the A-team set the benchmark of momentous sex, really, really fucking high.
Bailey
“Bailey girl, where are you?”
“Down here,” I call, knowing he’ll hear me.
Ashton’s thundering feet on the stairs is a clear sign he did. The man hasn’t disappointed me yet.
Down here, sounds nowhere near grand enough to explain the magic of the whole other level that Henley alluded to. Part of me was expecting a basement, like from one of those horror movies—a space with nothing more than the water heater and a serial killer to keep me company. And clearly sometimes I see things in my head that would be so ridiculous if they didn’t have a ring of truth in them.
The A-team have been getting a crash course at what being with me really looks like. With my mask gone, I’ve been testing them all, but not intentionally.
Arriving back at their place, I knew I needed the obliteration of incredible sex to get back some of what had recently been taken from me. I was the first to admit I’d been a little too keen to escape using their bodies. The next day I was so sore I could barely move. My shoulder locked up tight, my emotions bottomed out, and I didn’t utter a word for twenty-four hours.
Of course, each of the A-team came and lay with me, as I hid from reality on their huge sectional staring at the television for hours and hours. I ate pizza that was uninspiring, I drank wine that tasted like cheap box wine, and I slept on lumpy pillows, wallowing in absolutely nothing.
By the time the end of the second day rolled past, I managed to climb my miserable ass off the sofa, and let Ashton run me a bath. As I soaked amongst bubbles scenting like summer rain, apple pies, denim, and chocolate, I realised they were the air I needed to breathe.
I also could admit that the sometimes annoying part of me that made shit difficult for the sake of being difficult was on board with the A-team being my saviours, my tomorrow and everything else. I nearly spun off into another woe is me meltdown, annoyed I needed so much reassurance before I started to believe what was in front of me. Henley saw what was going on and understood it better than I did. He fucked the demon right out of me like he promised he would.
Who knew toilet sex could be so healing.
Since then, I was getting better. So much so, they led me down to my part of their house. The place I’d been unconsciously, and consciously avoiding.
Being here was the final line in the sand, or an abyss in the desert really. I knew, with every cell in my body, this was a massive life changing event. Even though they’d claimed me pack, they’d ruined me with every touch, kiss and caress we’d shared. This was difficult. It sounded so stupid, but this, putting roots down was something I’d never done. It meant a future, it meant love, it meant everything I’d ever dreamed of.
I sat on the floor leaning against the bare walls, completely overwhelmed. Koda sat stoically next to me before he quietly pointed out the light well in the middle of the floor. The second hour, I saw the space properly. Moving from one room to the other I finally accepted, I was their omega, they were my pack, and the downstairs floor that they had built when they constructed their house was stunning.
The room allowed so much natural light that we would need blinds or curtains in the room we chose as the master suite. And it was built for that intention; a large bathroom to one side, a walk-in closet to the other. Another space could be turned into a big enough sitting area where we could get enough chairs and sectionals for us all to lie toe to toe, and down a corridor that was tucked away from all the other rooms was a space that would work perfectly as a nest.
My own nest. Like mine. A place where I could be the real me in complete utter safety. It needed work, a thousand blankets and even more pillows but the low roof was ready for a cosmos of stars or a cascading waterfall of soft satin cloth.
A vision came to life, which quickly turned into a frantic rush of shopping online and endless deliveries to Bailey House.
They named our home like packs used to do years ago, after their omega. I argued. They countered it was nothing without me living there at which point I swear to god I did not cry, I just got something in my eye.
Reno made it a thing by smashing a bottle of champagne to christen the front door of Bailey House before opening another bottle. And another. That night we all slept on the bare mattress in the room I’d wanted to turn into our master suite.
In some respects that day it was like a switch, and since I was committed, I became slightly psychotic in my desperation to make this space mine—and ours. Of course, for every box that arrived, one of them helped me unpack it. For every furniture delivery, one of them placed it perfectly, not even grumbling when perfect shifted a few times over. When the bed frame arrived, Reno said we had to test it, we did. Henley watched enthusiastically from the new oversized chair I’d placed in the corner. The knocking thud of the bed against the wall was more therapeutic than the drumming workshop I endured years ago.
I spoke with Carmen and Ben, keeping things light while also making plans for a staff meeting in a few days at Exposé. Easily writing off where I was as a wellness centre in the middle of the city.
But it was my time with Lennon, on Facetime—I had to see her beautiful face—at all hours of the day and night, that settled a different part of me. I’d always viewed her as sage-like. She was one of the few people who could spin positivity and wisdom in such a way that it was soothing, as opposed to contrived and cheesy. Every word she spoke, I listened to and believed.
She’d never led me astray before, so her happiness was honest and heartfelt, it fed mine in ways I didn’t even try to unpack. A lifetime of gratitude wouldn’t be enough to repay her.
She was the one to push me to make a public announcement to tell the world I was an omega sooner rather than later. Henley and Koda had told the people in the Alliance who needed to know, but that’s where announcements had stopped.
