Faith & the Dead End Devils (Sweet Omegaverse, #8)(41)

"Bear."

"—it won't take much to settle her down again. Get her off a couple times, then be real sweet—"

"Jesus, Bear!"

"It'll need to be penetrative. Eating her out will just rile her up," he continued.

I had the sudden urge to stuff my fist into the larger man's mouth. "Are you seriously prescribing a sexual routine to a grown woman right now?" I snarled out, speaking over Bear's explanation of how to massage Faith's sensitive opening.

He blinked at me, trailing off, and I was as aware of the tense silence falling between us as I had been of every minute detail he'd already offered. I'd barely had the time to do more than kiss her so far, and she and Bear had holed up together again for the rest of yesterday. Being told how to satisfy her was as humiliating as it was arousing.

"I am, yeah," Bear said, eyes narrowing. "Because this is her first heat. And it's about her, not us. And yeah, I'm being clinical now, because it helps me focus and resist the urge to dive right back into her nest and knot her into complete oblivion like I would really fucking like to."

I swallowed hard but refused to drop my stare.

Bear let out a slow breath. "There are condoms on the right table. If you fuck her, use them. She will need pressure just inside, like she's being knotted, or she'll get antsy and emotional. Okay?"

"Okay," I said, hands fisted in my pockets.

Bear rolled his shoulders and glanced away at last. "Sorry. I know I've been hogging her and you two haven't had much time to—"

I didn't want to listen to Bear's half-hearted apology or the reminder of what I hadn't yet with Faith. "You're the alpha," I said, cutting him off with a shrug.

Bear snorted. "That's not it. I won't lie and pretend I've been altruistic about this, man. I've been keeping her to myself ‘cause I'm a greedy bastard."

I blinked, my gaze finally falling to our shoes.

"Service alphas are great, but a lot of omegas hire betas for their heats too. All that matters is that she likes you, she wants you, and you'll be good to her. The rest is just getting creative."

I wanted to growl at Bear, but it would've been ridiculous on several levels. The man was practically twice my size, never mind our designations. So instead I settled on a nod.

"Either way, you should hang around tonight," Bear said.

My brow furrowed. "Around?"

"In the nest. Even when I get back. She wants you too," he said, a bit stiffly.

His offer clicked in my mind. I didn't have an issue fucking around with a guy in the mix, but Bear and I weren't interested in one another, and I wasn't sure if he'd be spending the whole time trying to make sure I didn't touch him.

"You good with that?" I asked, frowning.

He snorted. "Two to four partners on board is pretty standard in an omega heat," he said. "Are you good with it?"

As long as I didn't end up feeling like a useless third wheel as the beta, I'd be fine. I shrugged and nodded, just as King's boots stomped up the stairs to catch us in the hall.

"You ready?" he asked Bear.

Bear arched an eyebrow at me.

"We'll be good. She'll sleep, and if she doesn't, I'll make sure to stimulate like a knot," I said, taking Bear's somewhat humiliating instructions seriously for the moment.

His shoulders relaxed and he dropped one enormous hand on my shoulder for a moment, removing it before I could bristle.

"Keep an eye out," King called to me, scowl in place. "They know the rest of the brothers are on the road. I don't trust them not to pull bullshit."

I wasn't sure how I was supposed to nurse a horny omega and guard the whole damn clubhouse on my own, but I nodded. "Home base is covered. Good luck."

"You too," Bear said, the corner of his smirk just barely visible as he passed me.

King tossed him a can of scent canceling spray. "You smell like candied pussy. You'll have the Wasted humping your leg."

I choked on my laugh and crossed the hall toward Bear's door as the two alphas griped at one another on their way down the stairs. Bear's room was quiet, coated wall-to-wall in Faith's rich and syrupy perfume. The nest looked bizarre from the outside, an enormous structure taking up the majority of the space, but Bear had left the curtain slightly parted, and I caught a glimpse of the languid omega sleeping inside. I wanted to melt into that mattress and curl up with her, but King's warning lingered.

The Wasted might try and take an opportunity to push their luck with us. Those nasty little fuckers were hungry for the territory King had built up. Dead End might be the ass end of the desert, but King had formed impressive connections with all the surrounding cities, working toward growing the club's reach and bringing in more traffic to our nearly ghost town.

The Devils had been a bit of a parasite on the town when I was a kid, dealing drugs too frequently and close to home, letting other gangs creep over our borders. King had reorganized the businesses, cleaned up what was left of the neighborhood, and beaten back the circling wolves. We weren't good men, but he strove for a sustainable balance between criminal and functional, and I respected that.

Faith hummed in the nest, blankets rustling, but she settled just as quickly. I took the spare chair in the corner and turned it to face the window, where I'd be able to see the road. I'd circle the club in a half hour or so, come back to her, keep her and the clubhouse safe while everyone else was away.