Chapter 85
Chapter Eighty-Five
Mal
Ignition
It’s before dawn when I awaken in our bed and realize I have no memory of getting there.
Plus, I’m still dressed, and Todd’s naked body is wrapped around me like a big, beefy blanket.
Didn’t say that was a bad thing.
Then last night hits me. I must have made a noise, because Todd’s arms tighten around me, capturing me.
“You’re okay, baby,” he mumbles against the nape of my neck. “You’re going to relax and behave and not make me lock a chastity cage on you until your initiation. Right?”
I’m not fully awake so his words take longer than usual to slot themselves properly into my brain. “That’s mean,” I mumble.
He kisses the nape of my neck. “So was some bratty pup who made my mate feel bad last night.”
“Huh?” I roll to face him. “Who are you talking about?”
In this dim light his eyes are the color of black coffee. He nuzzles my nose with his. “Who do you think?”
I wrack my brain. I was disappointed last night, but everyone I met was really nice.
He catches my chin, staring into my eyes. It finally sinks in what he means.
“I’m sorry,” I tell him.
“Don’t apologize to me, baby. I’m not the one you were running through a wringer. Alizée’s coming by for breakfast this morning to explain hormones and shifter biology to you better than I can, because I’m not an omega.”
“I don’t even understand why I broke down so hard last night,” I admit. “It felt like someone else was in my brain yanking the controls.”
“Someone was—an evil bitch named ‘hormones.’ Be honest with me, now. Really honest. If they had been willing last night…would you have been?”
“I—” My jaw snaps shut as I stare at him. “No,” I whisper.
His left eyebrow slowly arches. “And that’s why I wasn’t in a mood to get nakey last night, either. I knew I could’ve fucked you, and had fun watching you have fun, but I didn’t want them all over me, and I didn’t want to be on them.”
“Then why was I so horny yesterday thinking about doing it?”
He nuzzles my nose. “Hoooorrrrmoooones.” He smiles. “I think the anticipation building up to your concrete date will make it that much better, too. And Jax said if the opportunity presents, and everyone’s willing, you’re free to play with others before initiation. No pressure.”
“What if I still feel like this then, though?”
“Look. You smell like pack. If you still don’t feel like fucking others then, you can still have fun with them jerking off on you, right?”
I think about it, my cock twitching at the thought of being in the center of something like that. “Maaaaybe.”
He nuzzles my head so he can get to my throat, where he nips me. “Maaaaaybe with me rutting you at the same time?”
Houston, we have wood.
I hook a leg over his so I can grind on his thigh. “Yeeesss?”
He laughs and shoves his thigh between mine, knowing what I like. “Rolling around in the dirt while I fuck you senseless and everyone’s watching us? Knowing that you’re the only one who gets to breed with me? Knowing that I’m the only one who’s ever going to put pup after pup inside you—”
“Ah!” The climax catches me by surprise, and even though I’m rubbing myself raw against my briefs where they’re bunched up with my shorts, I can’t stop grinding on him.
He flips me onto my back, his face pressed against my throat while he works on my shorts to get them off me.
“Everyone getting hot and jerking off watching my cock breeding you, rutting you. Everyone jealous that you’re my mate, and you sleep in my arms every night.
Every single omega jealous that my babies are only for you. ”
I’m frantic now. He braces himself on his forearms, lifting his hips enough I can shimmy out of my shorts and briefs. Then that cock is inside me and I wish I was in heat so he could make good on that right now and breed me.
I’m so slick for him, too, and the grunt he lets out as he slides all the way in to the root in one hard thrust makes my cock jerk between us.
Caging me with his body, he stares down at me. “All those Alphas fucking jealous that your perfect ass belongs to me. Knowing they have to get my permission to play with you.”
He finds my hands and laces fingers with me, pinning them over my head while bracing himself on his elbows. His lips hover just out of reach over mine. “Who does this ass belong to?” He slams home, deep and making me cry out, it’s soooo damned good.
“You. It’s yours.”
He slams into me again with another of those primal grunts that curl my toes. “That’s right,” he rumbles. “Alll mine.” Another punishing thrust. “So you’d better be a good boy for me, or I’ll lock you up and not let anyone else play with you, even if you want them to.”
I realize I’m whining, but I don’t care. I try to lift my head to kiss him, but he stays frustratingly out of reach.
“Will you be my good boy?” he asks.
“Yes, sir! Please!”
He speeds up, deep, hard, drilling right over my sweet spot and fucking another orgasm out of me before I even have time to process it, everything messy between us now.
“That’s right,” he growls. “I know what my sweet little slut needs, don’t I? Yes, I’ll let you play, baby. You got so horny when you were pregnant, and I know you’ll feel that way again. Maybe after initiation I won’t let anyone play with you until after I breed you again, hmm?”
A delicious shudder rolls through me at that thought. My shirt rides up and his abs press against mine, the sweet friction of the fabric against my nipples adding to the pleasure.
“Ooh, my sweet, slutty little omega likes that idea. Making sure I’ve bred you so no one else can, then put you in the middle of a puppy pile and let you have fun, right?”
“Yes!” I gasp. “Please!” How the hell am I still hard? Our bodies are sliding against each other from my cum, and I’m impossibly going to come again.
He finds a rhythm that I know means he’s making the climb, too, and I struggle to catch up so this next one happens with him. His thick cock owns me, fills me perfectly, and he was right about last night—my brain wanted it so badly that I ignored what my body truly wanted.
Him.
I only wanted him.
“Give me one more, baby.” He slants his lips over mine and starts fucking my mouth with his tongue in time with how his cock is fucking my ass and…
Yeeesssss!
My orgasm hits just before his does. Those last hard, deep strokes drive all the way in, to the root, and leave me shivering with pleasure as I his heat fills me.
We’re both gasping for breath, and his kisses turn gentle, playful. “Got your number,” he whispers.
“You sure do.”
He sits up, pulling me with him. “Shower time. I need to go down to the barn for a while, but I mean it. I want you to talk with Alizée. Okay?”
“Yes, sir.”
“And no more letting that mean, bratty pup fuck with your brain, right?”
I nod, leaning against him, throwing my arms around him because how the fuck did I luck out so damned hard and end up with the perfect man?
He holds me. “Look at the bright side, baby.”
“What’s that?”
“By the fifth or sixth pup, you’ll have this all figured out.”
I playfully shove him over as he laughs, falling on top of him to kiss him. “You should be a professional diaper changer by then.”
“She’s only peed on me three times,” he says. “I think that’s a good record.”
Initiation Night
We only played with two Alphas last night because in the previous three weeks, as my libido roared back with a vengeance, I fucked my way through over half the pack.
Including all the group houses.
Yay!
Mike and Pavin sat me down last week for a talk, telling me they would abstain because they’d already come to see me as an adopted son.
So did Caleb, thankfully. And Todd’s brothers. That would’ve been…weird.
Tonight is the group celebration and run. Todd warned me it’s not uncommon for people to just pass out in the park, shower in the morning, and drive home.
I’m practically vibrating as we park and, without preamble, he starts stripping. I follow suit. We’re not the first ones there, and people welcome me with smiles and handshakes and hugs, and I feel like I can’t stop smiling.
Mom’s out of town—thankfully—up in Atlanta.
She’s almost finished wrapping up paperwork and interviews with law enforcement and others who need to talk to her.
Morning Caldwell also represented me, and since I didn’t break any laws I wasn’t required to appear for an official interview.
He’s since filed my shifter paperwork for me, just to make sure I don’t have any problems in the future.
But she finally coaxed me into not pitching a fit when she moved into one of the guest cottages, for now. She’s still trying to decide if she’s going to ask to join the pack, and Jax has given her permission to stay here for now.
Alizée is babysitting for us and for Jax and Shawn tonight. She picked up Kylen and took her over to their house. Mike and Pavin will attend the ceremony but participate only in the run portion of it.
Todd leads me through the woods, down trails he knows by heart, to the stone monument. He’s brought me out here a few times already for runs, so I’m familiar with it in case we get separated in the dark, and I’m always drawn to this stone.
He rubs his thumb over his father’s name, which is engraved just below River’s name. Even though Kylen was never part of this pack, Mike added it when Iris joined out of respect for him.
It’s nearly time to start and there’s no sign of Jax and Shawn yet, although Mike and Pavin are here. They’re naked so they can join in on the run. The men are still wrapping their heads around expecting their first daughter.
Earlier, someone set up a table near the monument, with coolers of bottled water under it and several unopened bottles of liquor—bourbon, whisky, vodka, tequila—and several packages of disposable shot-sized cups. And a garbage can, natch.
One of the Alphas who isn’t participating tonight, but who already fucked me, is fully clothed and manning the table. Mike walks over to him and asks to borrow his cell and makes a call.