50. Penelope
Chapter 50
Penelope
It takes several days of work to get the bakery back to the state it was before my old pack destroyed it. We have to call in some professionals to fix the glass on the windows and to replace some of the busted appliances, but for the most part, we do all the work ourselves.
The men don’t neglect their own business, and it’s not abnormal to see one or more of them fielding a work call from the pantry while the rest of us keep working on getting things put back together.
Still, they put in a ton of work with me at the bakery, even helping me a little in the kitchen while I work to get my stock back up and make my recipes even better.
I spend more time in the kitchen as things come together, leaving the last bit of painting and putting furniture together to my men.
To thank them for working so hard on this with me, I bake them a little treat one day, wanting to surprise them. It’s a riff off the first thing I ever made for them, that lemon cake with herbal drizzle, and I hope they understand the significance of it.
I can hear them arguing good-naturedly from the kitchen while I pull the cake out of the over and start drizzling syrup over it while it’s warm.
“Who taught you how to paint?” Dominic asks one of them. “I can see every brush stroke you’re making.”
“That’s what second coats are for,” Xavier fires back, so he must be the one being called out. “They erase all sins.”
“You know what helps? Not making as many sins in the first place.” That’s Tristan in his steady voice, and I snicker a little bit, amused at his sass.
“Why don’t you show me the way to do it better, O Painting God,” Xavier quips back.
There’s the sound of more paint being poured, and then I assume Tristan is giving Xavier a lesson on painting.
“You want it to be even,” he says.
“That looks exactly the same as mine.”
“Maybe you’re just both bad at painting,” Dominic says.
It’s the perfect time to come out with the cake, and I do, bumping out of the kitchen backward, holding a platter. “Okay, enough bickering from you three,” I tease them. “It’s time for a break.”
Xavier’s nose is already in the air, scenting what I made. “I knew it!” he crows. “I knew you were baking something in there with lemon and thyme. Oh, is that like the cake you made the first time?”
I beam at him, pleased he remembers. “It is. An updated recipe. I want your opinions and to thank you for working so hard for me.”
All three of them wash up and then dig into the cake, making appreciative noises. Xavier’s moans of delight are practically pornographic, and even Tristan looks like he’s in bliss while he eats.
“No notes,” Dominic says. “This is perfect.”
“Thank you,” I reply, including all of them in that. It means a lot that they’re so open with their praise. “And thank you for all your help. I couldn’t have done so much without you.”
Tristan shakes his head. “You have nothing to thank us for, angel. We’re exactly where want to be, doing what we want to be doing.”
The three of them share a look, and they do that so often these days that it’s hard not to pick up on it. “What’s going on?” I ask, glancing between them.
“Well, we were thinking. And we wanted to do something to show you how much you mean to us,” Xavier explains. “To show you that we want forever with you.”
I blink, surprised at the sudden declaration. “What did you do?”
They all take off their wedding rings and hold up their hands. I lean in closer and see that they’ve gotten something tattooed on their fingers and it takes a second for me to realize that it’s my name.
I gasp, my hand coming up to cover my mouth. “You guys…” I breathe. “You didn’t have to do that.”
Dominic shrugs. “We wanted to. This is permanent. You’re permanent in our lives. This is just a symbol of that.”
I lean up and kiss each one of them, lingering between the kisses so they can feel how much this means to me.
“I want something too then,” I tell them. “Something permanent that can be a mark of how much I love you. And how I’m yours.”
“We can come up with some ideas,” Tristan replies.
I shake my head. “I already know what I want. I want your bites.”
The reaction to that ripples through the three of them. Their eyes go dark and hungry, and they close in around me.
“Are you sure?” asks Dominic. “Before, you said…”
I nod. “I know what I said, but that was a long time ago. Or it feels like it was. Now I know what I want, and it’s to belong to you. I’ve never been more sure of anything.”
Tristan sweeps me up into his arms, clearly eager to get me home.
“Are we finished here? Can we go?” Xavier asks, echoing the impatience.
“As finished as we’re going to be now,” Dominic decides. He calls Jonas to come get us, and we even leave the cake behind.
There must be something about the way we look or the way the men are all over me because Jonas just gives us a knowing look as we get into the car and raises the tinted partition window between the front seats and the back.
The men clearly take that as permission to get me worked up ahead of time.
I’m half draped in Tristan’s lap, with him kissing my neck. It sends shivers down my spine, and I bite my lip, trying to hold back the soft noises of pleasure.
Dominic’s hand makes its way between my legs, and he cups me through my leggings, rubbing my clit with teasing strokes. My hips buck into it, my breathing coming faster. It doesn’t take long for him to get frustrated with that, and he shoves his hand down my pants and starts fingering me, pressing two fingers into my already wet core.
Xavier kisses me to cover the noise that wants to spill out, but that doesn’t stop the scent of my arousal from spreading through the car.
By the time we get home, I’m a needy mess, and Dominic picks me up, practically kicking down the front door to get us inside. We make it to the living room before he decides that’s good enough.
There’s an air of anticipation, a tension that’s thick and undeniable. Dominic lays me out on the rug, and starts stripping me, with the other two helping. “We should just make you be naked at home all the time,” he groans, dragging the pads of his fingers down my newly bared skin. “It would save a lot of time.”
“I’d vote yes to that,” Xavier says. He comes to take up a position between my legs, spreading them and hooking them over his hips. I grind against him until he gets his cock out and presses it into me.
He fits like a glove, filling me up so perfectly, and I clench around him, already eager for more.
He hisses through his teeth and starts to fuck me, thrusting in hard and deep. “Every time I’m inside you there’s nowhere else I want to be,” he pants. “You just feel so fucking good. So fucking right.”
I stare into his eyes as he fucks me, wrapping my arms around his neck to pull him down more. He rests his forehead against mine, and our breaths mingle as we move together.
“You’re so beautiful,” he continues. “You have no idea, do you?”
“I’m figuring it out.”
That makes him grin at me. “Good.”
His thrusts get deeper and faster the closer he gets to coming, and my body reacts to it all. My core tightens, the tension winding tighter and tighter until it snaps, and I’m coming apart with a loud cry.
Xavier fucks me through it, whispering praise in my ear. “Good girl. You’re so fucking good, shortcake. Just like that. Just like that.”
I dig my nails into his shoulders, just for something to hold on to. The pleasure is so intense, like he’s playing my body like a fine instrument. We meet again and again, his hips snapping to mine, me arching up into him. It’s like a dance, perfect and desperate.
“Look at how well you take it,” Tristan praises. He and Dominic are watching intently, letting Xavier have his moment, but still close by. “Like you were made for us.”
“She was,” Dominic says. “Just for us. Our perfect, beautiful Omega.”
Their words have me gasping, the heat boiling under my skin and spreading like wildfire.
Xavier’s thrusts surge forward, burying his cock into me with hard snaps. He’s close, I can feel the base of his knot starting to swell, and as he comes he bites down on the place between my neck and shoulder, teeth digging in.
I arch into the pain of it, clenching around him like my body is trying to milk out every bit of his release.
When he pulls back, his eyes are a little wild. “ Mine ,” he growls, and there’s such a possessive deepness to his voice that it catches me off guard. But I like it.
I love it.
My heart is beating so hard, my body throbbing with the combination of pain and pleasure that hasn’t ebbed a bit from me coming. It’s like it can tell we’re not done here yet. Not by a long shot.
Xavier and I catch our breaths together, and he nuzzles the place where he bit me, pressing his mouth to the spot in a tender kiss. “Thank you for loving us,” he whispers, like it’s a secret just for me.
“I couldn’t stop if I tried,” I let him know.
His knot goes down enough that he can draw out of me, and I shiver from the sensation of it. My body mourns the loss, but Dominic moves in between my legs quickly.
“Good,” he says. “Because we’ll all love you with every breath we take.”