Chapter 32
CHAPTER 32
Ax
I t had been a week since we’d met Amir’s family and us three alphas had received daily phone calls from his mom and his fathers. They were loving people, similar to my own, complete with the little sisters, though mine were all grown up now.
Only a few hours with Issa and she’d managed to wrap them around her finger the way she had with us.
It had been Enzo’s idea to let them in on her past to avoid anything delicate being brought up at the dinner table. I’d had no idea the Syrian alpha would rush inside and demand to know her former alpha’s whereabouts. Not that I blamed him.
In fact, he’d earned my utmost respect that day.
The three of us had done some research on Amir’s family – we already knew Ghazi’s family had come to the states as refugees a while ago, but it turned out both Ghazi and Myer had met when they were teens and gotten into some trouble. Not only were they fully aware of who Issa’s family pack was, but they’d had interactions with them before bonding with Athena then having Amir.
Parenthood had put them on different – and legal – paths. They still had connections but were real estate investors now. Though I had a feeling neither of them would have a single issue fucking someone up for hurting any member of their family, and that now extended to Issa.
We had returned to the bar the day after and the four of us had worked four consecutive days before finally taking a day off. Issa was originally only supposed to work three days a week, but she seemed to enjoy making her own money since she hadn’t been allowed that small act her entire life.
And none of us would ever stop her from doing something she enjoyed.
While the rest of the pack huddled on the couch binging a new show, I was downstairs in our home gym/dance studio trying out some new choreography. The music thumped through the space and urged my body to move.
But I missed ballet. I missed fully expressing myself through lyrical.
Someday. Someday I would find a way to use my formal training for something other than entertaining a screaming crowd.
Grabbing a towel from the rack, I rubbed it across my face and down my chest. My hair was pulled back in a bun, but tendrils had escaped around my face and was sticking to the sweat.
The song faded out and rolled into the next on my playlist.
“You know what? Fuck it.”
Stomping to my phone, I scrolled through until I found something that called to me and hit play. Luckily, I was only wearing a pair of basketball shorts so my movements wouldn’t be too constricted.
River by Bishop started, the beginning beats sending a tingle down my spine as though my body knew exactly what was coming.
Note by note, I let my arms swing, my legs kick, my body becoming part of the music instead of merely dancing to structured and planned out moves. I leapt in the air, landing to roll on the ground before pushing back up. I incorporated a little ballet and a little hip hop into the dance, making it my own.
By the time the song began to fade out, my lungs were on fire, my heart raced, and sweat glistened on every inch of my body.
Bending forward, I propped my hands on my knees as I sucked in gulps of air until the sweetness of chocolates and strawberries landed on my tongue and filled my senses.
Amir was standing at the base of the stairs watching me with nothing short of awe on his beautiful face. His green eyes looked darker from his dilated pupils and his lips were parted.
“Wow,” he breathed out barely above a whisper. “That was…wow.”
A smile pulled up one corner of my mouth. “Thanks.”
“Seriously. Just…wow.” He crossed the room and grabbed a towel before coming to sit beside me, holding it out to me. “I would offer to lick every drop of sweat from your body after that, but you look like you need a break.”
The mere mention of his tongue on my body created an instant tent in my shorts as my cock stood at attention.
“There has to be somewhere you can dance like that. I mean, even at the club. You have so much damn talent.”
His compliments and gushing actually made my cheeks hot as I grew a little uncomfortable with his praises. Not that I didn’t know I could dance. But he was laying it on thick and talking about licking away my sweat and looking all sexy as fuck with his thick, long curls and those black lashes framing his light eyes.
Raising a hand, I pushed my fingers through the curls, reveling in their silky warmth. “I’m in love with you,” I blurted out before my brain had a chance to catch up to my mouth.
I froze, my hand still in his hair, and stared down into his eyes, waiting to see how he would react or what he would say.
A rush of warmth flooded my chest from the invisible thread through our bond and he lunged at me, his lips crashing onto mine and nearly knocking me backward.
The kiss turned messy, teeth bumping, tongues dancing, until I wrapped an arm around his waist and tugged him closer then urged his legs around my hips.
He began to grind against me, rubbing his hard cock against mine until my knot swelled to life and the urge to take him right here in the middle of the gym was damned near overwhelming. I couldn’t think past the need to feel him wrapped around me, couldn’t sense anything but the feeling of his legs hooked around my back, his arms around my neck, the taste of his mouth drowning me in sweetness.
A needy whimper worked up his throat. I swallowed it, keeping it all to myself.
Reaching between us, I struggled to remove his pants, before returning him back to his feet. He had to pull away and tugged his shirt over his head as I pushed his pants down far enough he could kick out of them.
We both dropped to our knees as lust and need overcame us, stealing all other thoughts.
I leaned back when his hands gripped the waist of my shorts and tugged it down, his long warm fingers wrapping around my shaft and giving it a squeeze before tugging on it a few times.
My head dropped back between my shoulders as he continued to stroke me, then lowered his head and wrapped his lips around me, his mouth so soft, so fucking warm.
He’d gotten me so revved with his comment about licking me I wasn’t sure how long I would last if he kept blowing me. And I needed to feel his ass clenching around me, needed to feel his hot cum hitting my chest and stomach as he blew his load.
Tightening my fingers in his hair, I yanked his head up, pulling his mouth from my cock with a pop.
He licked his lips as he looked up at me with a questioning frown.
“As much as I’d love to shoot my wad down your throat, I need to feel your ass strangling my cock.”
His smile was slow and seductive and made my dick twitch.
My omega might not be a professional dancer, but he sure as fuck moved like one as he straddled my hips, pushing me so I was on my ass instead of my knees, and moved forward until he hovered over the head of my achingly hard dick, his hand firm as he held me in place while he sank onto me, slowly taking my whole length until he was seated, my knot pushed against his tight ring.
“Fuck,” I ground out through clenched teeth. I had to hug him against my chest to keep him from moving for a few seconds as the tingles started in my spine already.
Not yet. Not fucking yet . I wanted to enjoy this and, yeah, an orgasm was always amazing, but I wanted to feel his inner walls sliding against my cock, feel him squeezing me as he found his own release.
His slick coated my knot the longer I held him there, and his scent amplified to the point of making me dizzy.
“Alpha. Please,” he whined, nuzzling against my throat as though to scent mark himself with my signature.
That fucking whine. An omega whine was the undoing of any alpha. And it was no different for me.
With my arms still locked around his waist, I lifted him as I drew back my hips, then tugged him down as I thrust forward. Over and over, my knot bumping against his tight hole.
His hair tickled my cheek and shoulder when he leaned forward and nibbled at my throat, his lips and tongue working along the skin until he took my earlobe between his teeth.
A growl burst from my chest as the first tingle started at the base of my spine and drew up my balls.
“I need to knot you,” I growled out.
“Yes. Please, yes, alpha,” he cried out, rising and falling fast, meeting me thrust for thrust as he started working himself around my knot.
It was just a tease at first, his body opening enough for the base of my knot to breach before he’d rise up again.
And then the world shattered around me and I nearly went blind on his next rise, slamming down on me hard, taking my knot in one go and milking my body of every drop of cum.
Amir’s head dropped back, his arms locked around my neck, and hot jets hit my abs, my chest, even my throat as my knot and cock stimulated the perfect place and sent him freefalling over the cliff with me, my name floating from his lips and echoing off the walls like a well composed symphony.
When he fell forward and dropped his forehead on my shoulder, I hugged him tightly against my body, his release smearing between us, and pressed my lips to the marks on his throat from the three of us.
His shiver was too fucking cute.
“I’m in love with you, too,” he muttered, his voice sounding tired yet satisfied.
My smile stretched into a grin, and I hugged him tighter, burying my face in the crook of his throat.
There was an explosion of emotions in my chest and, when I examined it closer, I realized it wasn’t just from me and Amir. Issa was there, too. I could literally feel her joy through our bond.
There was no way she’d heard us speaking – though the whole house had more than likely heard us fucking – but had felt the moment we’d allowed our hearts to engulf the other, the moment our souls became as entwined to each other as they were to Issa.
It was no secret how I felt about my first two packmates. And all three of us had fallen for Issa pretty much the first time we’d heard her voice and caught her sun-dried linen scent.
But me, Enzo, and Cyrus didn’t exactly go around declaring our feelings to each other. Had either of them told Amir how they felt? I could feel them through the bond with both Amir and Issa and knew they adored him.
Then again, I’d always believed actions were so much more powerful than words. Whether none of them ever told me how they felt, I could sense it through our bond and see it in the way they treated me and each other.
We were a family. I had not only my two alpha packmates, but a gorgeous beta and a sexy, funny, loyal omega now, as well.
Yep. My life was fucking amazing.