Sugar Coated

16

Delaney Linwood

"Kiss me omega"

Em needed no further prompting. His mouth met mine in a messy slanted affair, nipping and biting at my lower lip. I gasped as he pressed me back into Jackson until I was wedged firmly against his heat, his fingers tangling into my hair ever so slightly to hold me while his omega ravished my mouth.

The warm heat of Andres tongue slipped along the sensitive skin between two of my fingers before trailing a kiss back up to the tips of each one. He was teasing me each time he moved his lips over the pad of a finger, slightly parted, and the breathy warmth of a laugh each time my fingers would catch when I thought he'd take one into his mouth in earnest.

The room smelled like a pastry connoisseur's wet dream, my mouth was flooded with Em's chocolate, rich with just that hint of bitterness at the back of my throat that made the sweetness more noticeable. Jackson's buttery citrus tang was a bright slash through it lightening the decadence, even with my Beta senses it was overwhelming. How any in the pack managed I had no idea, though if I had to guess I'd imagine they'd end up in their omegas nest sooner rather than later—one of the benefits of being pack and bonded at that.

"Good girl, Doll," Jackson husked in my ear one part reverent and the other just a hint wicked when I returned Em's biting kisses.

My lips scraped against the corner of his and then across his jaw and down his neck. Alarm bells blared in my mind but as loud as they were, Em's whine drowned all of it out and the rumbling purr of the alpha behind me spurred me on. The tip of my tongue traced the edge of Jackson's bite.

Em shuddered and nipped at my neck, a small tentative thing but a mirror to the position I had him in. And it lit me on fire.

And the press of Jackson's erection at my ass told me it did the same for the rest of the pack as well, even though I was a beta and Em couldn't give me a mark of his own.

I could give him mine though. My gums ached at the thought, at the mere idea of sinking my teeth into him, not here though. Not overtop of Jackson's clean prim bite; pretty as a picture. I ground my teeth down together so hard I was certain my dentist would suggest a night guard the next time I saw her.

Jackson rumbled behind me, the sound reverberating from his chest and across my shoulder blades.

We made a pretty picture, I thought and it was easy to tell they thought so as well. I was in the crook of Em's neck with the heat of Jackson's hand a necklace around my throat and Andres' breath teasing the hair on the top of my head. 

"Bite me, Delaney," there was a sound deep in Em's throat when he said it, a vibrating rumble I could feel beneath my fingers, quiet but reassuring.

It went silent when I pulled away and by the look on Em's face, I might as well have taken his heart along with me when I pulled away. I felt his whine in the back of my throat and could feel the sting of it behind my eyes.

Andres' expression was a quiet sad smile, his hand tightened on the back of Em's neck and moved to knead his shoulders whispering something close to shushing. "You're ok," when he said it he looked directly at me and while I knew as surely as anything that the words were for Em, I knew they were for me too, reminding me that I was setting the pace here as much as Em was trying to as well and we would meet somewhere in the middle pressed between us on a common ground. 

Jackson's hand stayed on me gentling until his thumb traced a line along my jaw, his other hand cupped Em's cheek holding him close even as Em searched my face begging me for all the world for something. I'd have told you I didn't know what it was, but Em was nothing if not forthcoming, "Please stay."

Stay in this embrace. Stay with the pack. Stay the night. Hundreds of meanings could have filtered out in the air between us but the ache in my chest didn't use those same words, instead, the feeling that hollowed out my chest in front of this pack was the knowledge that they were afraid I'd leave them.

Those sentiments were better suited for omegas, or even alphas, not ever for simple quiet beta Delaney Linwood. I couldn't ever be their omega or their alpha, but if they wanted me anyway, then who was I to question that no matter how much it scared me?

"Okay."

**** A/N *****

Here's a start to dragging myself back to a more creative future and carving a brighter memory out of the shadows. 

This part was shorter, but I'm proud of myself for finally coming back.

Wishing you all a happy and bright spring.

~Layla