Chapter 9
Nine
MALCOLM
My hand wracks through my red hair, and I know this is why it typically either appears as if I stuck my finger in a light socket or looks as if I’ve been face fucked.
I promise, I have done neither, though I’m so nervous I’m about to ask someone to put me out of my misery. It’s been two weeks since Brice went over to see Hollis, and we haven’t had a chance to ask her out. I’m well aware that she’s slammed, but the girl has to eat.
Picking up my cell phone, I throw caution to the wind and call her. I know Mondays are manic for everyone, but maybe I’ll get lucky.
“ Hello?” she asks. While we have her number, she doesn’t have ours. Well, outside of Brice. I need to make sure that changes soon so we can start texting her throughout the day.
I’m typically the one with limitless patience outside of my road rage, but the longer I go without seeing Hollis, the worse I get. I’m snarling at my employees, feel like I’m dealing with heartburn, and I’m a fucking mess.
“Hello yourself,” I say easily, hiding my earlier agitation. Fuck, just hearing her calm voice is helping.
I’m in so much trouble. The scent match pull is more powerful than I ever thought possible.
“How is your day looking? Do you think that you’ll have time for dinner at our place tonight?” I ask.
Fuck, are my palms actually sweating? I haven’t really flirted with someone new since I met the guys. I think I’m broken. I can be charming, funny, and all, but I’ve never been remotely interested until now.
“ That was exceptionally nice,” Hollis muses.
“I assure you that I am the nice one,” I say. “My pack may have lost its mind when we met. It’s not even the invite, it’s more how we’ve felt about dating in the past. Let’s just say that there’s a lot of pressure for us to find a female omega by our parents.”
“ Oh,” she says hollowly. Dammit did I fuck this up already?
“I am in no way insinuating that we are looking to have children,” I say hurriedly. “I just wanted to explain why we’re a bit sensitive on the subject. My pack isn’t going to pressure you one way or the other. We of all people know how exhausting and frustrating that is.”
Hollis takes a deep breath while I hold mine, hoping that she understands what I’m saying. Ugh, how did I stick my foot in my mouth so badly?
“ I’m just getting used to the idea of having scent matches,” she explains. “ I was honestly a confirmed bachelorette. I had no plans to ever find a pack.”
“Did you have a bad experience with someone?” I ask. The thought of anyone hurting her makes me irrationally angry. I don’t care if she has had past relationships, it’s someone making her swear off all alphas or packs that makes me murderous.
“ Me? Not at all. I don’t have any experience to speak of. Most people don’t get it, but I’ve always been more comfortable as the matchmaker. Anyway, I’m finally feeling really good about the Forever Yours event and my workload so I’m free,” she says. “ What time is dinner and where?”
I bite my tongue hard and focus on the fact that she is saying yes to dinner. Just because we’re scent matches doesn’t mean she owes us anything.
“How is six at our house?” I ask. “I’ll send you the address and we'll cook for you.”
“ That sounds nice,” she says. “ I’ll see you then. It was…really great to hear from you.”
My heart flips over at her words, and I swallow hard.
“See you then. I like the sound of your voice. Bye, Hollis.”
I feel like a tool, but I really do enjoy talking to her. Ugh, she makes me feel off balance, but at least I don’t feel like such an ogre. Standing, I toss my phone on the desk and decide to walk around the office.
I still have some energy to work off before I see her or I’m going to smell her sweet scent and come in my pants.
Rolling my eyes at myself, I stalk through the expanse of the floor, noticing that employees make themselves scarce when they see me.
While I feel bad for being a growly asshole, I know what I need to change so that I can go back to being the CEO that they know and appreciate.
I need more time with Hollis.
Finding Remy is in his office stretching, his shirt pushed up his tattooed arms, I smirk as I change course toward his office.
“You look like trouble,” he murmurs, seeing me. His full lips are curled up, but all I can imagine is how well his mouth will look full of cock. I think I need to do the face fucking today.
“I think I’m looking to make some,” I purr.
Remy groans softly as my alpha pheromones hit him hard. I know that it smells like bourbon and butterscotch, the sweetness helping the alcohol go down. It’s one of the reasons that my pack insists on keeping a bourbon that basically smells and tastes like me at the house.
“Get in here and hit the blinds,” he growls.
Smirking, I do exactly that and lock the door behind me.
“You look like you’re in a better mood,” he notices, watching as I stalk around the desk and begin unbuttoning my pants.
“I called Hollis,” I confess, pulling out my cock. There’s a piercing through my crown, and it’s already leaking precum as I begin to stroke it. “We’re going to have a guest for dinner tonight.”
“Is that why I’m getting dessert first?” he asks, dropping to his knees and sticking his tongue out.
“Such a good fucking boy,” I murmur, my fingers sinking into his dark hair. I love that even though Brice cut it recently that I can still pull on it. “It’s exactly why you’re getting my cum now. I need to make sure I don’t embarrass myself tonight. I’ve been really wound up.”
“You’re the nice one,” he reminds me, his tongue still hanging out of his mouth, making his words garbled.
Chuckling, I continue to stroke my dick before smacking it down on his tongue. My precum begins to coat his slick tongue, his mouth fucking watering for me.
“God, you love when I use you, don’t you, baby?” I groan. “I want to be nice again, right after I explode all over your face.”
My hands fist as I pull him down my shaft, using his mouth as my personal fuck toy. Remy groans as he swallows me down, occasionally struggling with my length as he gags. My hands tighten as I drop my head back, gulping down air as I struggle to pace myself.
His eyes tear up as he gazes up at me, his fingers digging into his thighs as my hips begin to thrust forward as well. Fuck, I love how he softens for me, letting me take what I need. Remy may be the hardass in our group, forcing the hard questions, but he and Felix are both the fixers of our pack.
They don’t allow people to disrespect us, and they insist on giving respect in return. It’s why we work so well together.
Remy also has a velvety smooth tongue, a wet mouth, and a tight fucking throat. This is exactly what I need.
My knot occasionally brushes his lips as I fuck his face, his throat bulging with my girth as I slide in and out in shallow strokes.
I am completely happy with my cock staying sheathed down his throat.
His moans are fucking addicting, especially as drool slips out of his mouth to roll down his face.
“You’re so fucking sexy, Remy,” I gasp. My back tingles in warning, my knot wanting to be shoved into his mouth.
While he could take it, we don’t have time for that level of fun. As a pack, we’ve knot trained each other, experimented with different things, and figured out what we each enjoy.
I really want to mark Remy with my cum, but I’m a damn gentleman. I know it’ll be messy if I do, and he has work to finish up.
“Fuck, I’m going to come,” I warn him. Remy grabs my ass and pulls me toward him, making me swallow back a yell as he lets my knot stretch his lips even further.
It’s when he gives me a hint of his teeth that I explode, my vision whiting out as my cum fills his mouth. Remy swallows around me, his hands steadying my body as it sways. My chest is heaving as I struggle to regulate my breathing, and I slowly slide out of Remy’s mouth.
I don’t even have to ask him to show me how well he did, he simply opens his mouth wide so I can see the slight stripes of my cum that still cling to his tongue. Pulling him to his feet, I kiss him hard, trying to collect the remnants of my release from him.
We’re both breathing hard as we pull away from each other, and I’m amused as I see how hard he is.
“I have to go work on gift bags with an erection, but it’ll be worth it,” he chuckles.
Putting my dick away, I grin, feeling very relaxed.
“Did you get to call Hollis to talk about them?” I ask.
“I did, she had some good insights. We have three weeks until the event, so I’ve been working on them throughout the day as I have time,” he explains.
“Why don’t you get people to help you?” I ask.
“Should I? I really didn’t think about it even though we’re sponsoring the event,” he admits.
“Yeah, grab a few people to help. They’re fun to put together, I’m sure it won’t be an issue. Come on,” I decide.
Remy follows me, trying to get his hair to behave, but I think it’s a lost cause.
“I need three people to help Remy with creating gift bags,” I call out as I walk. “They’re for a good cause. Who has some time?”
Honestly, I know that we’re always busy, but I personally like to break up my day with variety.
Three hands go up and I nod with a smile, squeezing Remy’s shoulder.
“Have fun,” I say, walking away, whistling under my breath.
My staff hides their smiles but I don’t care. I feel so much fucking better. Sometimes, you just need to face fuck your attitude out.
FELIX
The house is so clean, you could eat off the floors if you wanted to. I’m nervous about Hollis coming over, and while Brice and Malcolm cooked, my brother and I stress cleaned.
Now, I’m pulling on a dark blue, long sleeved Henley shirt with jeans after showering as I tell myself dinner will go fine. Everyone will behave themselves, no one will throw her onto the table to eat her pussy instead.