Chapter 23
CHAPTER 23
Cyrus
M y knee bounced under my desk as I tallied up last night’s deposits and entered it into the appropriate spreadsheet before emailing it to Ax and Enzo. Ax was currently shaking his ass on stage, so he wouldn’t get it until later.
I was mildly surprised he hadn’t begged Amir and Issa to join us since he was performing tonight, but Issa would see plenty once she started Monday.
She had grown so much from that broken and battered woman who’d crashed into Bain’s gate. I was so fucking proud of her, proud of her strength. She was learning to ask for exactly what she wanted, including me, us, our pack.
Checking in on her through our bond, I immediately slammed that shit down. Pure lust rushed through me, meaning she and Amir were more than likely doing as Ax had suggested and fucking on our beds. Or at least I hoped they were. As much as I would rather sleep every night with at least one of my pack in my arms, there was something unbelievably sexy about the thought of my sheets covered in slick and cum.
If they were too tired to fuck when I got home, I would either drag Ax in my bed or fuck my own hand while burying my face in my bed. One way or another, I was getting off tonight.
A few minutes later, my phone dinged on my desk.
Lifting it and bringing the screen to life, I noted it was a group text before opening it…and groaning.
Those little brats.
From the flooring, it looked like they were in the kitchen and the picture was from Amir’s POV. The camera was pointed down at Issa who stared up into the camera, her lips wrapped around Amir’s long, thick cock, and I could see a hint of a smile on Issa’s plump lips.
Oh, fuck this .
Pushing from my desk, I yanked open my door and nearly slammed face first into Enzo. “You ready?” he asked, a muscle jumping in his jaw.
“Take it you saw the text?”
“That fucker better be done with his little routine or I’m leaving him here.”
I wasn’t sure which of the two I was more jealous of as I followed Enzo through the bar in search of our other packmate. I wanted so badly to have Issa’s mouth around my cock again, to feel the flared head hitting the back of her throat. But I also wanted to taste Amir’s sweetness on my tongue, to finally feel his ass clenching around my shaft until I filled him the way Enzo had.
The music turned over and I turned my head in time to see Ax running from backstage, his shirt still off, his wide eyes on his phone, before he found us and jerked his head toward the door.
“Where are your shoes?” I yelled over the music.
“I have more at home.”
This was silly. We were all leaving the club we’d built from the ground up – with a loan from Enzo’s brother – because our omega and beta had sent a naughty text .
Nah. Not silly. Completely rational. And I didn’t give a fuck what anyone else thought.
We weren’t in the corporate world and couldn’t take the omega leave other companies might have offered. Therefore, we would take any and every chance we had to be with our omega. And our beta. At the same fucking time.
The time would come when we would have to take time off, when Amir went into heat and would require all three of us alphas to help him through. No doubt he’d demand Issa’s presence – the man was as head over heels for her as much as we were.
But she didn’t have a knot. She could ease him with orgasms, but his body, his biology required a knot to quell the dangerously high fevers and the pain that would wreck his abdomen for close to a week.
What a hardship. We would have to take off up to a week to fuck our omega nonstop. We would all be locked in the nest as our hindbrains took over and demanded we breed.
One of us needed to keep our heads during that time, to ensure everyone was eating and drinking enough. That typically fell on a beta, but I felt as though I could tell the future and knew Amir’s omega would become unhinged without Issa in the room, even for the shortest amount of time.
Running barefoot ahead of us, Ax yelled to the bartender that we were taking off for the night and was almost floating as he tried to run across the blacktop without his feet touching the ground too much. I wished I had it on video; the idiot looked ridiculous.
Though I got it. He didn’t want to take even the few minutes to tug on his shoes and shirt so we could head home.
We hadn’t planned to stay long tonight, just putting in enough hours for Ax to try out some new choreography with a small number of his dance crew and finish up some paperwork and deal with other crap admin-wise.
This was still a little sooner than we’d originally intended.
Enzo climbed behind the wheel while I took shotgun, Ax in the backseat. No way would we let the idiot drive. He would break every speed limit and end up costing us more time by getting pulled over when he took the highway doing ninety.
“Faster,” Ax said, leaning forward, his elbows on the backs of both of our seats.
“Sit back and put on your seatbelt,” Enzo barked. He literally used his alpha bark on his fellow alpha packmate.
But it worked, even if Ax bit out a slew of curses and insults.
Twenty-two minutes later, Enzo pulled the SUV onto our street, the headlights bouncing across trees and bushes…
And caught on a black sedan parked along the end of our driveway.
It’s brake lights glowed bright red, then the vehicle pulled away.
“Who the fuck is that?” Ax asked, leaning forward again, but this time, his safety belt kept him from scooting to the edge of his seat.
“Someone’s probably lost,” I said, squinting my eyes as the vehicle continued forward until it disappeared around the bend.
We lived in a fairly isolated area, so it wasn’t uncommon for people to take a wrong turn and stop near our driveway, sometimes even pulling in a bit while they checked their directions. Yes. We had approached the drivers on more than one occasion, making sure none of Enzo’s brother’s enemies tracked us to get to Bain and his pack.
“Who cares? Go!” Ax said.
And yep. He’d already pulled his belt free and had a hand on the door, ready to burst from the backseat and sprint into the house the moment it was safe.
Or, knowing him, he might not even wait for Enzo to actually stop the damn vehicle before lunging from his seat.
I chuckled, my dick hard and ready, my knot already half inflated, as Enzo hit the gas and damn near left skid marks on the pavement as he made his way up the driveway, hitting the remote to send the garage door rumbling up so he could dart forward without taking the time to wait.
And just like I’d predicted, Ax pushed through his door before Enzo put the vehicle in park, running into the house and leaving the door wide open .
“Idiot,” Enzo grumbled as he put the SUV in park and hit the button to kill the engine. I swore he called Ax that more than his fucking name. But it was always half-hearted and full of affection, at least to those of us who knew the two.
The moment my boots hit the concrete pad of the garage, my senses were overloaded with sun dried linen and chocolate covered strawberries. It poured through the open door and filled the space of the garage and would filter outside before the door rumbled closed behind us.
“Fuck,” Enzo muttered, pocketing the fob and stomping inside with me hot on his heels.
At least I took the extra few seconds to make sure the garage door was closed and no one had attempted to follow us inside.
Moans floated on the air as I stepped into the mudroom, toeing off my shoes as I walked in without bothering to take the time to line them up neatly.
Those sounds were far too close for our two to be in one of the bedrooms. And the picture they’d sent had been from the kitchen.
Rounding the corner, I nearly slammed into Enzo’s back as my socked feet slid on the tile.
They were still in the kitchen. On the fucking table. Or at least Issa was on the table, her back arched and pushing her breasts out, her legs spread wide as Amir buried his face between her thighs.
Her moans were soft and addictive and like a siren call, luring me forward.
Ax was already on the move, hopping on one foot as he struggled to pull his jeans off the other leg.
I wanted to dive in, to line myself behind Amir or kneel beside Issa’s head and feed her my cock. But…
Fuck, they were beautiful together. Amir’s long curly hair hung down his back, the muscles in his shoulders bunching as he held onto her thighs. Issa’s hair fanned out on the table where we ate every meal together, her eyes closed, her full lips parted, her hands running along her stomach and breasts as our omega pleasured her.
All of this would be saved on the computer from the cameras in every room, but it was nothing compared to real life. Their scents, their sounds, the way they looked as though the rest of the world had ceased to exist.
Shooting a hand forward, I stopped Ax from diving for our omega and beta, then nodded my head at them when he shot me a disgruntled frown and growled a warning.
He turned his head and stared, then gradually relaxed in my hold.
All three of us stood there watching as Issa cried out her release. Amir continued to lap at her beautiful pussy, working her through the aftershocks, then pushed to his feet. He leaned over her, kissing a path up her stomach to her breasts, then finally claimed her mouth as his cock claimed her cunt.
The muscles in his firm ass bunched and loosened as he set a slow, sensual rhythm, his hand wrapping around the back of her neck to pull her to sitting, her ass hanging slightly off the edge of the table as he made love to her.
My knot was swollen, my cock engorged, but I couldn’t move from my spot on the kitchen floor. My heart felt as though it would explode as Issa and Amir stared into each other’s eyes, sharing breath, their bodies rocking together as her hands smoothed up his chest and over his shoulders.
They weren’t fucking. They weren’t putting on a show for their alphas.
Our omega and our beta were making love.
Dropping my guard, I let our bonds thrum to life in my chest and nearly stumbled. So much fucking love burst to life through the threads tying us all together, and it was coming from every direction, the love we all felt for Issa, the love she felt for all four of us, the love Amir felt for her.
My knees nearly buckled under the sensation.
We’d sought an omega to add to the pack, searching for the right person for Issa, someone who wouldn’t make her feel as though she came in second place.
And we’d found an omega who worshipped our girl, who loved her as deeply as we did .
Our pack was complete. Our lives were complete. And it had everything to do with the two exchanging the softest whispers of their mutual adoration mere feet from where I stood.