Chapter 41
CHAPTER 41
Ax
I ssa giggled and tried to get away as I held her ankle in my hands and took my time sucking her toes into my mouth.
I couldn’t fucking help myself. When we’d finally stumbled through the door after work, we’d followed Amir’s perfume through the house and found our omega and beta putting on the most delicious display. She’d been straddling his face while sucking his cock, her hair creating a curtain so only their movements were visible while Amir’s cock and her cunt were hidden.
At least they were until the three of us barged in, ripped off our clothes, and joined in.
Now, we were all lying on the pack bed snuggling, the TV playing lightly in the background in the omega wing.
Enzo, Cyrus, and I decided to take off a few hours early since the bar was a little slow tonight, pushing our Harleys just over the speed limit to return to the pack house. Aryn and the rest of the staff were more than capable of handling things and shutting down for the night. And we all had our phones if anything arose.
I was at the foot of the bed, admiring her eccentric nail design while worshipping her dainty little toes. And by worshipping, I meant I was alternating between admiring, kissing, and sucking on her little toes. How had I never noticed how adorable her feet were?
Her fingernails were just as colorful with designs painted on them but also had little gems attached. Amir had decided to go for the flash, as well, with a bright pink ring finger and bright pink tips in what they informed me was a reverse French manicure. Who knew there were so many fucking terms for something as simple as nail paint?
Nail polish? Nail art?
Whatever.
I’d never really thought about getting my nails done – though I did indulge in pedicures for my sore feet – but now that I was seeing how cool they could be, I was considering joining them on their next outing and getting some cool design that could be seen from the crowd when I was on stage.
“That tickles!” Issa squealed as she tried to squirm out of my hold, but I just rolled forward until my body weighed down her legs and kept her in place so I could continue my inspection of her feet and toes.
“I never knew toes could taste so good,” I said, sucking her big toe into my mouth before releasing it with a pop.
“You’re gross,” she said half-heartedly.
“How did wedding planning go today?” Cyrus asked.
He was on his back with Issa’s head on one shoulder, Amir snuggled on his other side.
“Overwhelming,” Issa admitted with a sigh. “I had no idea how much went into all that.”
“It didn’t help that my mom went full Big Fat Greek Wedding on her,” Amir said with his eyes closed and a soft, happy smile tugging up those delicious, full lips.
“It’s My Big Fat Greek Wedding ,” I corrected. “And what do you mean? Was she overinvolved? ”
Issa shifted a little and the muscles in her legs went tense below me.
Abandoning her feet, I pushed to my haunches and stared down at her. I’d been so tired when we’d rolled into the driveway.
After a few orgasms and some pack time, I was wide awake and full of energy. “I’m sure Amir can talk to her. She seems like she’s the motherly type and wouldn’t take offense to being told she’s going overboard.”
Another of those shifts and she was having difficulty maintaining eye contact.
“That’s kind of the problem,” she admitted softly.
She had worked so hard to come out of her shell and Amir had helped her break through so many emotional boundaries and walls so she could open up to us and tell us how she truly felt.
“I didn’t really have a mom. I had an incubator then I had nannies. It’s…I like it. Don’t get me wrong.” A smile bloomed on her face. “And she said I’m just as much her daughter as...well, her daughters. But it’s going to take me some time to get used to that.”
“Hey, you learned to trust us, and you were scared of alphas when we met you. There’s no rush,” Cyrus said, running a hand over her hair before tugging her closer so he could plant a kiss to her forehead.
“I know,” she said, shimmying closer to him and drawing her legs up until one knee was crossed over his groin, resting just above where Amir’s was resting over Cyrus’s thighs. That alpha couldn’t move if he wanted to…
But why would he want to?
“I did decide that I want something more casual and lowkey, not a whole lot of guests since I don’t really have much family left or any friends other than you four and Aryn. And I definitely don’t want one of those big, poofy gowns like they forced on Cora.”
Three matching growls lifted on the air at the mention of how Cora’s life could’ve turned out had Enzo’s brother and his pack not decided to try to use Pack Alvarez’s only omega daughter as leverage.
“My mom offered their house and property, but I told her we hadn’t made any decisions,” Amir said before releasing a jaw cracking yawn .
“You two need to get some rest,” Enzo said, finally speaking up from his place on the other side of Issa.
“Why? You three are the ones working to support all of us,” Issa said, wiggling against him.
He raised a hand and swatted her ass hard enough to earn a surprised yelp.
“It’s temporary. And I think I can speak for everyone when I say we’re content with you and Amir being naked and fucking when we get home. Gives us even more to look forward to,” I said, attempting to wedge myself between Issa and Enzo and settling for resting my head on her thigh.
I supposed I could always move to the other side and spoon Amir through the night. But I was still awake, damn it. And the other four were sinking into the mattress, their eyes closed, their bodies relaxed.
For a second, I toyed with the idea of playing with one or all of them the second they fell asleep, wake each of them up with my dick. But Enzo was right – we all needed our rest. I’d just have to count sheep.
Or maybe I’d count how many orgasms we each had during Amir’s last heat.
Damn it. That did nothing but make me hard as granite.
Eventually, my mind began to slow enough that I was able to picture how our omega and beta would look all dressed up for their wedding. I hadn’t yet asked whether we would be allowed to participate in the ceremony, but just like with every aspect of our relationship, I’d leave that decision up to Issa. She deserved nothing short of controlling her own fucking life.
Right. Like she’s controlling her life now.
Like we reminded her on a regular basis, this was all temporary. But fuck…we still hadn’t caught a single sniff of that cocksucker, Antonio.
Amir and Issa agreed on a date just over a year from now, so I could only hope this shit would be resolved by then.
Fuck, Enzo’s brother had his own people looking for him, scouring streetlight and security cameras, searching for any form of electronic or paper trail.
Nothing. Fucking nothing. How the hell was someone like him, someone who craved money and power able to stay off the radar? No way in hell was he living off grid like a homesteader or some shit.
As my brain chased my thoughts like a dog chasing its tail, sleep finally dragged me under.
The next time my system went back online, the mattress jostled below me, and my dick jumped to attention at the prospect of sex going on inches from me.
And was severely let down.
It was only Cyrus climbing from the almost empty bed. Apparently, we were the last two to wake up after our late night of fun. And honestly, I could have slept a little longer after staying awake close to two hours longer than everyone else.
“What time is it?” I croaked out as Cyrus shuffled toward the door, his bare ass on full display.
Damn…when was the last time the two of us had fucked around. Now that Issa was not only willing but loved having sex with us, the two of us hadn’t felt the need to seek our release with each other. Didn’t mean I wasn’t still highly attracted to the levelheaded and sweet natured alpha.
“Just after eleven,” he said, glancing back at me and smirking when he caught me ogling his ass.
“Love you, Cy.”
“Love you, Ax,” he said before stepping from the room.
I needed a shower but really wasn’t ready to wash the scents of my pack from my skin. Amir’s chocolate and strawberries mixed so beautifully with Issa’s warm, comforting sun-dried linen. Enzo and Cyrus were there, too, though a little faint since I’d spent my time fucking and pleasuring our omega and beta.
Sitting up, I threw my legs over the side of the bed and rolled my neck and shoulders. My muscles were tight and tired, but I had to work tonight. I needed to get in a workout, needed to eat, needed to practice the new choreography .
I was only in one group performance tonight. I had convinced the other guys to start doing solos to showcase their specific talents. It was a shame to see their skills go to waste by getting lost in the group dances.
Searching through the pile of clothes on the floor, I snatched my boxer briefs up and dragged them over my ass before leaving the room in search of copious amounts of caffeine and food. Normally, I would have worked out before eating breakfast or drinking any coffee, but my brain and body were equally exhausted.
Would missing one workout really be that big a deal?
Eh. There were other ways to get my heart pumping and my muscles straining. Better, more fun ways.
The moment I stepped out of my room and the warm smell of coffee wafted up my nostrils, the decision was made: Coffee first. Fuck my omega and beta second. And I’d make damn sure it was a hell of a workout for all three of us.