Chapter Fourteen – Felix
A part of me can’t believe it, mostly because my twin has always been the one to take things less seriously. He’s good with his words, yes, but only when he’s making jokes or trying to annoy people; his way of getting the upper hand, regardless of the situation.
But when Nico says the words, “I love you,” I’m shocked.
What shocks me even more is that I say the same words to Noelle mere seconds after he does, “And I love you.” They come out of me so easily. I don’t have to wrestle them from my inner self. Those words flow out of me like I’ve been dying to say them for years now, and in a way, I suppose I have.
She’s ours now, so there’s no point in holding back.
Not anymore. The veil has lifted, and the four of us need to get used to this new thing.
This new pack. This love that has haunted each of us for years, a love we’ve tried desperately to ignore and overlook…
a love that has triumphed over all in spite of our anxieties.
Matteo grabs her other hand and squeezes.
For a moment, I think the über alpha is at a loss for words.
It’s true he’s not great at sitting down and having discussions.
Typically, über alphas tend to be more doers rather than talkers, but to his credit, he says the words too: “I love you too, Noelle. You know that. Everything in me is better when you’re near. ”
Noelle lets out a hard breath, practically shuddering between us. “Wow. I… I don’t know what to say.”
“You don’t have to say anything at all,” I tell her, meaning it. Just because we told her doesn’t mean we’re expecting anything back. This is happening so fast, things moving so quickly, but that’s how it goes when it comes to alphas and their omegas. For us, this has been a long time coming.
We wasted so much time. There’s no point in wasting any more.
“No,” she says with a shake of her head, and I feel her hand squeeze mine.
“No, I want to. I… I want to.” She bites her bottom lip, a gesture that makes my inner alpha threaten to go feral with need.
“For so many years, I thought it was nothing but a crush. You were my best friend’s brothers, so I never thought… ”
A smile tugs at her lips, and she breathes in deeply, calming herself down before she continues, “I honestly never thought I had a chance with you, with any of you. Not once did I ever think we’d wind up here, but I’m glad we did.
” She closes her eyes and tilts her head to the sky. “I’m so glad we did.”
When she opens them, she brings them to each of us, lingering for a few seconds before flicking those beautiful eyes onto the next. Me, Matteo, Nico. “I love you. I do. And I think, now that we’re here, I can look back and know with certainty that I’ve loved you for years.”
She pulls her hands out of mine and Matteo’s, bringing them to her face, where she hides from us and mutters, “God, that’s so embarrassing.”
“It’s not,” I tell her, because it isn’t. “What’s embarrassing is that we felt the same and pretended like you were nothing but our sister’s friend.”
Nico sighs. “Yeah, we’re all fools here.” As she giggles and drops her hands to her lap, no longer hiding from us, he goes on, “The real question is… whose room are we going to sleep in tonight? Like hell will Matteo get you all to himself again.”
As crass as the question may be, I wholly agree with him. Matteo is our pack leader, the eldest brother, so it was only natural for her to be with him first. If she’s ready for us, if she wants us, I’m as ready as I’ll ever be to lay claim to my mate, and I know my twin feels the same.
Noelle blushes furiously, though it’s hard to see the heat creeping up her cheeks with nothing but the glow from the TV across from us.
“It doesn’t matter to me. I’ll be happy as long as I’m with you.
” Such a sweet thing to say, I want to kiss those words right off her lips, but I manage to hold back.
“How about mine?” I offer. Mine is the furthest room away from Miranda’s, so hopefully whatever we get up to tonight, our sister won’t hear.
No one argues. Nico pops up and says he’s going to hop in the shower, and I know what he’s not saying: he’s got some manscaping to do. As much as I don’t like knowing that, I also know the three of us are going to see a lot more of each other, uh, naked thanks to Noelle being our mate.
Oh, yeah. Things are going to get a little weird, maybe even a little awkward, but I’m hoping we each get so lost in Noelle we can overlook each other when we’re all in the same room.
“I guess I should get ready for bed too,” she says, getting to her feet, and Matteo and I follow suit.
We all should, I suppose.
We follow Noelle up the stairs after making sure the TV and the lights in the kitchen are off. We split to do our own thing—to shower, change, and get ready for bed even though I have the feeling none of us will get much sleep tonight.
I’d be lying if I say I don’t shower with a semi-hard dick.
I’d also be lying if I said my dick didn’t start to harden up the moment Nico asked about where we’d be tonight.
The prospect of having Noelle like that…
I don’t know how many times I’ve thought about it, dreamed about it.
She’s been all I’ve wanted for so long, the only omega I could ever picture belonging to me, to us.
How could my cock not harden up in anticipation?
I don’t spend a long time in there. Just a quick rinse to make sure everything is clean before I get out and throw on a pair of gray sweatpants. You can kind of see the imprint of my semi-hard dick, but I’ve heard girls go crazy for a man in sweats, so I’m hoping Noelle doesn’t mind.
I’m the first to make it to my room. I have the lamp on the nightstand on, giving the room a dull yellow glow.
Like hell am I going to have Noelle for the first time and not be able to see her during it.
I pace the length of my room, and in the quietness of it all, I start to worry I’ll be a disappointment.
What if I come too fast? What if I can’t make her come?
What if, what if, what if. So many, countless.
I could go gray before I list them all off—but in the end, those anxieties don’t matter.
Everything fades away the moment I smell her apple-cinnamon scent, and I stop pacing and turn around to watch the omega herself step inside my room.
She wears a matching set of light blue pajamas, the color of which makes her eyes pop, even in the semi-darkness.
Her blond hair is damp and freshly combed.
That striking gaze of hers falls to my bare midsection, where she takes in the fact that I wear nothing but gray sweats.
She doesn’t say a word about the imprint of my dick, but her gaze does drop there, so I know she notices.
“Hey,” I say lamely. “Fancy meeting you here.”
The gentle smile that tugs at the corners of her mouth put me at ease, and just like that all of my anxieties fade, totally forgotten. In the presence of this omega, I am content, more content than I’ve ever been in my life. It’s an emotion only she can evoke.
Noelle slowly meanders to my bed, and I watch as she takes in the undone sheets—shit, I should have made the bed or something. She doesn’t say anything about the messy bed; the only thing she does is sit on the edge and say, “Are we all going to fit?”
I join her on the bed, sitting beside her as I tell her, “We’ll make it work.”
She smiles softly at me. “Is it crazy that it still feels like a dream to me? Maybe you should pinch me.”
“Oh, I can do more than pinch you,” I whisper, taking her face in both hands and bringing my mouth to hers.
Kissing her is tasting eternity. Hers are the only lips I want on mine, the only tongue I want to dance with mine.
She is everything, she is perfect, and I hope that, someday, she believes it.
The kiss deepens, and together we fall back on the bed, my top half twisted over hers.
She holds onto my sides, her fingertips just as soft as her lips, and the mere touch sends my lower half into overdrive.
That semi-hard cock? Fully hard now. Hard and desperate for her.
“Felix,” she whispers my name with urgency, and hearing my name spoken in such hushed tones makes me lose my damn mind.
After she says it, I help her get situated on the bed, push aside the sheets as she goes to lay her head on my pillow.
Her entire body hums as she surrenders to it. “It smells like you.”
“Not for long,” I say. “Soon it’ll smell like us.” I nuzzle into her neck and make her moan. “Like all of us.”
All my life, ever since my brothers and I made our pack official, I knew I’d have to eventually share a mate with them.
Some people might think it’s odd and prefer packs formed at school, but there’s nothing to compare to a brotherly bond.
We all had our own friends, yes, but as we grew up, we stayed close to each other, and it became clear from a very young age we would stick together.
Point is, I’ve had a lot of time to come to terms with sharing my future mate, and since Noelle has been the only omega to grace my thoughts and dreams, I’ve thought a lot about sharing her. I’m as ready now as I’ll ever be to claim my mate and watch as my brothers do the same.
I want her so badly, I don’t know that I can wait for the others to get here.
My lips graze the skin over her scent gland, and vivid images of me biting down flash in my head, the bite that would forever bond us together.
A mate mark. Leaving a ring of scars on her neck is the very definition of animalistic, but it’s what alphas do when they find the one.