Chapter 37
CHAPTER 37
Amir
I t had been a week since that fucker had shown up at the club. A week since he’d stalked my beautiful beta to her place of employment.
A week since the place had erupted into chaos and violence when Ax acted without thinking and charged through the crowd to put the son of a bitch on his ass.
I hadn’t even known what was going on or why my alphas were fighting. All I’d known was they were in the crowd who were throwing fists, chairs, and beer bottles and there wasn’t a chance in hell I would sit by and watch them get hurt.
While I enjoyed some of the finer aspects of being an omega, like the attention from alphas and betas, even the constantly raging libido – and the gifts we often received from packs courting us – I wasn’t fragile or small like our beta.
And that sure as fuck wasn’t my first fight nor would it be my last.
I was still mildly embarrassed I’d ended up on the ground getting kicked, but it wasn’t like I’d been knocked down. I’d taken down a cock sucker who’d attempted to sucker punch Cyrus when the sweet alpha was doing his best to break up the brawl and restore peace.
Poor Issa had felt dejected when she’d admitted to me what had started the fight, why the four of us guys had gotten hurt, and why she and I were no longer allowed at the club or allowed to leave without at least one of our alphas.
Oh, and the extra manpower now walking the property as though the freaking president was holed up in here.
But I didn’t blame her for shit. Neither did the alphas. No matter how many times they actually said the words aloud, I could feel them through our bond, and I knew Issa could, as well.
And the whole not working thing was only temporary. Just until Enzo’s brother and his pack were able to track down Issa’s former alpha.
Apparently, they had a bone to pick with the mother fucker, too. I didn’t care if they got their pound of flesh, as long as they didn’t steal all the fun from us.
At the moment, we were stretched out on the deep couch, my arms wrapped around her, the top of her head under my chin as we watched yet another black and white film. I knew my girl liked action, but apparently, the older movies were her comfort flicks. She tended to gravitate toward shows like Andy Griffith Show , I Love Lucy , and reruns of sitcoms from the eighties like Golden Girls when her anxiety was high.
Even if I hadn’t caught on to her habit, her scent would give her away every time. Hers was warm and comforting like Cyrus’s. But when she was afraid or anxious, that sun-dried linen scent took on a burnt or bitter note.
Right now, my sweetheart was angry. And growing bored.
I didn’t blame her. I wasn’t exactly used to sitting around the house all day or having to have armed guards when leaving the house. But I’d also been raised by two men who had worked for terrifying organizations before they’d found my mom and settled down.
Those two men in question had sent their own guard after I’d told them what had transpired at the club and all about Antonio. I wouldn’t be surprised if they had someone of their own out there searching for him for daring to touch their son or his pack.
There were always ways to distract her from the fact our alphas wouldn’t be home for a few hours.
Raising slightly, I glanced down at her face to make sure she was still awake. She tended to fall asleep while waiting for Ax, Cyrus, and Enzo to return from the club. And refused to go to bed unless I went with her.
Not that she ever had to ask more than once.
I wanted nothing more than to be surrounded by my whole pack as often as possible, to be buried in Issa’s wet, tight cunt, to have one of my alphas knotting me every moment of every day if that was ever possible.
Her eyes were glued to the screen, her hands folded under cheek. She looked like a freaking angel when she was fully relaxed.
And now, I had every intention of making her cheeks flush, her skin coat with sweat, and covering her in my scent in every way possible.
With my hand resting on her belly, I let it travel south until it dipped below the waist band of the sleep shorts she’d changed into after her shower an hour ago. She tensed when my fingers glided through her folds then gasped lightly when I so softly toyed with her clit.
Applying a little more pressure, I made slow circles against the sensitive bundle of nerves, lowering my face to run my lips and tongue along the marks left by our alphas before pulling her earlobe between my lips and sucking it lightly before nipping it with my teeth.
“I have an idea,” I murmured, my lips grazing the shell of her ear.
She hummed then said, “As long as it involves what you’re doing now, I’m in.”
A chuckle shook me as she groaned in frustration when I pulled my hand from her pants. “Since the alphas want to leave us home alone all the time, how about we go fuck on their beds and coat their sheets and blankets in our scents? ”
She rolled onto her back enough to look into my eyes. “You’ve seen Ax’s room. I’m pretty sure he hasn’t cleaned it or changed the sheets since I moved in.”
My nose curled. “Okay, so I’ll take you against the wall in his room. Or the dresser. Or on the floor.”
“Definitely not the floor. But the other two are definitely viable options.”
Matching smiles stretched on our faces then she rolled from the couch and started sprinting through the house with me right on her heels. I hadn’t bothered with a shirt after my shower, but we shed our clothes as we made our way through the living room, up the stairs, and crashed through Enzo’s door first.
I lunged at her the moment she was close enough to the bed and lowered myself over her body, gripping my raging hard boner and positioning against her wet opening as she spread her thighs for me.
Our moans were in unison as I fully sheathed myself inside her, hooking one of her knees over the crook of my elbow to open her more fully for me. I wanted to be deep inside of her, to stretch her and fill her. I planned to come inside her on every bed, in every room, to cover this entire house with our scents until our alphas were driven nearly to rut.
And no. That thought didn’t scare me in the least.
I wasn’t sure I would ever get enough of my pack, my alphas and my beta, of feeling them in me or wrapped around me, their mouths and hands and cocks and Issa’s pussy bringing me levels of pleasure that should be illegal.
“Fuck, you feel amazing,” I said around a satisfied purr as I thrust my hips over and over, losing myself in her tight, wet heat.
“I love you. I love you. I love you,” she panted out over and over like a mantra. Or a prayer.
I could listen to her saying those words every day for the rest of my fucking life. They were a balm to the soul, the very blood in my veins, the beat of my heart. And a whole lot of other poetic, sappy shit that I couldn’t begin to conjure when my balls tightened, and the first tingles of release rippled up my spine .
Burying my face in the crook of her neck, I opened my mouth and latched onto her skin, just hard enough to leave imprints without breaking the skin. Not that my bite would change our bond.
But my body was acting on impulse and instinct.
A low groan tore from my throat as cum exploded from the tip of my dick and painted her inner walls, pulsing over and over until it seeped from her to pool on Enzo’s bed.
As the aftershocks began to fade, something hit me. Jerking my head up, I frowned down into her face.
“You didn’t come,” I said rather than I asked.
She smiled softly. “I did. It was a small sneaker.”
I couldn’t help the laugh that huffed from my chest. “Mind explaining that one?”
“It crept up on me without the buildup or preamble. But it wasn’t one of those mind-melting, toe-curling, earth-shattering ones. Enough to take the edge off.”
“Oh, fuck no,” I said, grabbing her thighs and forcing her legs around my hips so I could lift her from the bed while keeping my cock buried inside her.
She was going to have one of those mind-melting, toe-curling, earth-shattering orgasms immediately. And I didn’t give a fuck how long I had to lick, suck, or fuck her to make that happen.
By the time the alphas returned home, we were coated in sweat and cum and slick, panting as we laid sprawled out on the kitchen floor similar to the last time we’d enjoyed the day together while the alphas were away.
We had literally fucked in every single room, on every bed except Ax’s. I did as I said I would and bent her over his dresser while taking her from behind. The view in the mirror was by far the most erotic and sexiest thing I’d ever seen.
“So…you guys had fun,” Cyrus said as he entered ahead of the ot her two. His nostrils flared and his alpha hormones practically exploded from him.
This might be one of the very few times in my life I would have to turn down any advances from one of the four loves of my life. And yeah, I was so crazy in love with all four of them, regardless of who I’d told and when.
“We left you presents in your rooms,” Issa said with a drunken smile. She barely rolled her head to the side to watch Enzo and Ax enter from the garage.
Ax’s eyes went wide, his brows popped up his forehead, then he was jogging for us and jumped in the air before catching himself as though doing one of those sexy as sin moves on stage. His nose ran from my crotch to my lips before he kissed me deeply, then did the same to Issa, though he stopped a second to lap at her cunt before making his way to her mouth.
“What kind of presents?” he asked, a purr wrapped around his words.
Enzo reached down and pulled him off Issa by a hand wrapped in the back of his shirt.
“We fucked on your beds,” she said with the sexiest fucking giggle.
“Well, we fucked and sucked and licked and–”
Ax sprinted away before I could finish my sentence, his feet thundering up the stairs, though I had a feeling he was taking them two at a time.
“Holy shit,” Ax called out.
“What did you two do?” Enzo asked, his thick arms crossed over his chest, but an affectionate smile graced that ruggedly beautiful face.
“I told you. We left you presents.”
Thundering steps heralded Ax’s return. “They came all over my room.”
“Not all over your room. Just by the dresser,” Issa said with another giggle.
She seriously looked and sounded drunk from all the orgasms I’d forced from her petite body. And there had been no more of those pesky small sneakers .
Nope. I’d made damn sure she had several mind-melting, toe-curling, earth-shattering orgasms before we’d ended up in a boneless sprawl of limbs on the floor.
“We figured since you three decided we were on lockdown, we’d make sure you remembered how important it was for you to return home as soon as possible every night.” I folded my arms under my head, using what little energy I had left.
“We already come home to you as soon as possible,” Cyrus said.
Enzo bent at the knees and scooped Issa into his arms to carry her to the pack bed in my room since that was where we tended to congregate most often.
When Cyrus lowered his hand and offered me help to my feet, Ax lowered and tossed me over his shoulder like a damn firefighter carrying me from a burning house.
His broad back and tight ass were in perfect view as I chuckled the entire way up the stairs and down the hall.
“I love you, but I don’t think I can go another round tonight.” Though my dick was already awakening against Ax’s firm chest.
“Don’t worry. You can lie like a log while I suck and fuck you both until I look as lust drunk as the two of you.” Ax smacked my bare ass, a punctuation to his sentence or maybe a promise of what was to come as I lifted my head to watch Cyrus swing the door closed to my room.
Just because I didn’t think I could physically move didn’t mean I wasn’t down for another round of pleasure.
Who was I to deny my alphas anything?