Blizzards and Brews (Holiday Hollow Omegaverse)

Chapter 12

Chapter Twelve

Lindsay

I ’d always wondered what Ollie’s heats were like but nothing could have prepared me for this.

My sweet and caring best friend had turned into an absolute wanton omega and completely devoured me until I couldn’t breathe.

Even now he didn’t stop touching me, following Spencer’s nudging as he rose to his knees and situated himself between my still spread thighs.

Ollie’s brown hair was completely askew, his pupils blown, and his grinning lips glossed with my release.

“Need you,” he gasped, his hand coming to wrap around his cock. “Need you both now or I’m going to die.”

Spencer nipped his neck harshly in reprimand, Ollie’s cock that was already slick with release pulsing once again.

“You’re not going anywhere,” Spencer growled. “You have our beta to take care of. Do you see how absolutely wet she is for you?”

Spencer’s green eyes met mine over Ollie’s shoulder as a lock of his dark hair fell across his forehead. The want I found there was staggering and it soothed one of the jaded pieces inside of me.

Even with his omega on his knees before him, he still wanted me .

He covered Ollie’s hand with his own, pumping his cock a few times before he guided the head to brush against my clit.

“Fuck,” I groaned, looking down my body to where Ollie’s cock was now sliding through my slit.

“So warm. So wet,” Ollie said, rocking his hips more.

“And yours,” Spencer said, encouraging him more.

My chest heaved as they notched Ollie’s dripping cock at my entrance.

Even through the overwhelming scents Ollie and Spencer were pumping through the air, I knew I’d remember this moment for eternity.

Ollie’s hips canted forward eagerly, sinking inside me and filling me in a way I had only imagined.

Tears blurred my eyes as he leaned over me, his lips touching every available swatch of my skin.

I reached for him then, holding him close as he began to lose himself in me.

“Mine.” The words were far more guttural then anything I’d ever heard from Ollie before and they sent a shiver through me that had me tightening around him.

His hips paused for a moment before they started in double time.

“Again,” he demanded. “Need to feel you clenched around me as I mark you and fill you up. Need you smelling like me, Linds.”

Ollie’s strokes turned harsher, as he buried his face in my neck, licking and sucking until I was a quaking mess.

Each drag of his cock against my walls took my breath away, the easy way we slid together making obscene noises that filled the space.

Everything about this felt right, and I could fully feel myself giving into the moment, my nails scoring his back as I tilted my head for him.

A purr tore through Ollie as he held himself deep, grinding against me frantically as his teeth found the juncture of my neck and struck deep.

“Ollie!” I cried, the bite sending me over the edge as hot pleasure coursed through my body.

“That’s it,” Spencer encouraged. “Milk all his cum, angel. Take all of it.”

Ollie throbbed inside of me, his warm release pumping into me in obscene amounts as we clung to each other.

Another piece of my heart was completely gone, my safeguards blown wide open from my desire to make sure Ollie had everything he needed.

Which, by the possessive way he was dragging his tongue along the bite he’d placed, was me.

“You feel so good, Linds,” Ollie groaned. “I need you again. I need–”

“We’ve got you,” I assured him, my hands tangling in his brown hair and looking past him to Spencer.

The alpha’s chest was heaving. The promise in his eye reminded me of our first night together.

“Our girl is right,” Spencer said. “We’ve got you, little omega. I’m going to fill you up and fuck you into our girl. That’s what you need isn’t it?”

Ollie groaned. “Yes, alpha. Please.”

I could tell the moment Spencer started to touch him, Ollie’s movements inside me resuming once again, fucking his cum into me.

I’d never been part of a heat before, but I’d heard the stories. The fact that Ollie hadn’t needed time to recuperate wasn’t a surprise but I hadn’t been prepared for the sheer amount of his enjoyment.

“That’s it, open up for me,” Spencer coaxed him. “Work yourself back and forth between us, sweets.”

Ollie arched back against him, drawing up slightly and giving me more access to him. Unable to resist, I trailed my hands across his chest and down his stomach before dipping down to where we met.

“So good,” Ollie praised. “Want to fill you up again, Linds. Want you full and swollen with me.”

Spencer let out a growl at Ollie’s words. “With us.”

Ollie keened, his breath coming in gasps as Spencer worked himself into him. He struck deep inside me, hitting that sweet spot that had me screaming and clenching around him.

A manic look came into his eye as he did it again, moving my hand from my sex and replacing it with his own. Furiously he worked himself back and forth between Spencer and me, lost in a haze of pleasure.

“Knot,” he demanded, casting a glance back at Spencer.

It was the most defiant look I’d ever seen from my sweet Ollie, and I realized I was getting to see a whole new side of him.

“Make our girl come and I’ll give it to you,” Spencer countered, thrusting into him so hard that Ollie ended up stretched completely over me.

“That was a given,” Ollie grumbled. “I’m going to fill her up over and over again until I’ve wrung every drop from her.”

He kissed me then, his tongue doing wicked things as Spencer began drilling him into the both of us. The grunts and groans spilling from them only added to the sensations for me. The words of want and sounds of pleasure another layer upon the physical.

I felt like I was flying, the pheromones soaring in the room finally sinking into me.

It helped me get out of the last inhibitions of my mind, letting me fully enjoy this moment.

My lips found Ollie’s neck as he clung to me, taking greedy inhales. His scent was so damn sweet, his caramel-marshmallow essence dissolving on my tongue like spun sugar.

“Bite.”

I placed a kiss on his neck, as I held on tighter while he filled me to the hilt. Spencer covered my grip on him with one of his own.

“Bite,” Ollie whined again, arching his neck against me more.

At first, I thought he’d been talking to Spencer, but it was clear he was talking to me. My bite wouldn’t form a bond with him, but the fact that he still wanted it, wanted me, had my chest aching.

Spencer worked him harder, pushing him even deeper inside of me. It was too much to take, and I shook as I fell over the edge.

Ollie began crying above me, his face burying into my chest.

Panic struck through me. “Ollie?”

“Bite,” he said through hiccupped sobs.

“She’s not rejecting you, little omega. She loves you,” Spencer soothed. “You just made her feel so good that you drove her out of her mind for a second.”

“Really?” Ollie asked, picking his head up and looking at me dazed.

“So good,” I assured him, pulling him back down to me and placing my lips at his ear. “And you know what that means? You get to take your alpha’s knot now.”

“Yes,” Ollie groaned, still flashing me the smooth skin of his neck.

My body was thrumming with sensations and I couldn’t resist any longer. Once I took one final breath of Ollie’s scent and looked at Spencer’s encouraging gaze, I couldn’t hold back.

I brushed one last kiss over his neck before biting down hard enough to mark him. His cock pulsed inside of me as his moan of ecstasy filled the air.

“Yes, so good for us, sweets. See, she wanted you all along. We both do. We’re pack. Now take my knot, little omega.”

Ollie keened, somehow managing to come again as he grew delirious and strained between the two of us, little whimpers coming through his mouth.

Spencer spoke with so much confidence that I let it wash over me, a different kind of warmth spreading through me.

He was here, yes, but it wasn’t just him that was driving this. It was the fact Ollie wanted me so much he wanted my bite on his skin, and was terrified of losing me.

It really solidified that they had been here waiting for me.

He was waiting and watching as I refused to give in.

Adam was saving himself for me.

Dustin never gave up on me.

They were mine.

Even though I was ‘just’ a beta, they saw me as the center of their world. That was all I ever wanted to be for them. Adam made it clear that he didn’t need an omega to knot, that I was enough.

Maybe it was time to let that sink in.

“Angel, are we losing you?” Spencer asked, the amusement lacing his tone had me refocusing. Even if I’d been in my head for a moment as Ollie had passed out from the pleasure, I was still here with them.

“I’m good,” I said, stretching out while trying not to disturb Ollie.

“Here, let me help,” Spencer said.

He arranged Ollie between us on the blankets and the omega whimpered, snuggling in closer to me like he couldn’t let go.

The door opened in the back and Spencer threw a blanket over us to cover our naked bodies before pulling on his pants, forgoing his boxers.

“Man, we need a shower here,” he mumbled as he buttoned them and swept his sweaty hair from his forehead.

“Don’t leave me,” Ollie pleaded in a sleepy voice. I wasn’t even sure if he was really awake.

“I’m here,” I promised as I stroked his hair. He let out a soft purr of contentment before a snore escaped. He wasn’t usually one to snore but we’d utterly exhausted him.

“Hey there,” Dustin said in a quiet voice. I blinked up at him and gave a lazy smile. After the fucking they just gave me and the amount of orgasms, I felt drugged.

“Hi,” I whispered back. “Get everything?”

“Yeah, we did. We’re setting up a spot for you guys in the storage room while he sleeps. We’re cleaning it out now to make a makeshift nest.”

“Thanks,” I said around a yawn. My stomach growled but my eyes were already closing.

It felt like no time had passed before someone was shifting me. I opened my eyes to see Spencer taking my place and Adam pulling me free. He kept a blanket over my exposed body as he did.

Such a gentleman.

“No I’m not, I just want to appreciate this body for the first time when we’re alone and I get to worship it,” he countered. Oops, apparently, I was too sleepy to filter my thoughts and not just say them.

“Here, you need food and water,” he said as he sat me up. I kept the blanket around me and watched as he twirled some pasta around the fork and held it up for me. “Open up, stubborn. I’ve got you.”

It was so weird being taken care of so intimately but I did as he asked. I’d only gone through one wave of Ollie’s heat so far and already I felt worked over. Once the first bite of my favorite cajun alfredo pasta hit my tongue I was a goner. I chewed and swallowed it before opening my mouth for another bite.

I’d eaten the entire plate before I realized it and he was pushing a bottle of water to my lips. I drank that down as well before I finally focused on him.

My cheeks warmed as I met his gaze. How had I kept my distance from these men for so long?

They were caring and attentive, wanted me on levels I never realized… or never let myself realize.

“Can I get you anything else?” he asked as he smoothed my hair behind my ear. His fingers skimmed over my bite mark and he smiled to himself. I was relieved to see he was happy about the mark his brother gave me. He didn’t say anything more and I was grateful. I needed recovery time first.

“I just have to go to the bathroom,” I said, glancing down at Ollie who Spencer was coaxing to eat even as he writhed against the blankets.

“Don’t go,” Ollie protested but Adam wasn’t having it.

“You eat if you want her again. She’ll be waiting in a proper bed this time,” Adam said in a commanding tone. Ollie opened his mouth to say something but Spencer shoved a bite of pasta into his mouth instead.

Ollie chewed and glared at his brother as Adam helped me stand and paused only long enough for me to slip on my shoes. I wrapped the blanket around myself and walked off to the bathroom. I wanted a shower more than anything as their cum dripped down my legs but desperate times meant no shower yet.

Once I closed myself inside the bathroom, I took care of business before grabbing a bunch of paper towels and wiping down my sweat and cum coated skin.

It wasn’t perfect but I felt a whole lot more human. I’d never been more glad of my designation than I was at this moment.

I couldn’t imagine losing my mind to heat fog like Ollie had. Though, I was definitely enjoying the benefits. It was also nice to see the pack working together without tension as we took care of our omega.

Ollie’s cries rang out through the bar and I knew my time was up. I tossed the last of the paper towels away and wrapped the blanket around me before following the sounds of my omega in the storage room.

My jaw dropped when I stepped inside. They truly had transformed it into a temporary nest. The walls were covered in large white sheets to block out the wood paneling completely. They’d hung string lights for warm light and ignored the hanging bulb completely.

The floor was covered in a plush rug that was soft under my bare feet once I’d kicked my shoes off at the door.

A king-sized air mattress that had blankets took up the space, including items from Ollie’s own bed and random bits of clothes tucked around it.

“Is that my apron?” I asked, amused as I blinked at the one I thought I lost last year.

It looked like Spencer had finally given into the fog, as he had Ollie face down, ass up, plowing him into the mattress with a sense of determination. My apron pressed against Ollie’s face as he looked at me needily.

Fuck, they were beautiful together. I could already feel myself growing wet again at the sight, their scents only adding to it. Being concentrated in a smaller room definitely hit me harder.

“Yes,” Ollie said, “but you’re so much better than the apron. It’s barely helped me through my heats and doesn’t smell like you as much anymore. I needed something that smelt like home, the random alphas didn’t smell right.”

My jaw dropped at his words. He’d been taking something of mine with him? He was riding out his heats?

He wasn’t going to say more on the matter, he was already whimpering and grabbing for me, tugging me back to the bed and letting my blanket fall away.

“Mine.”

“Yours,” I agreed.