Chapter 7
“Deacon! Come here! You gotta see this.”
Maverick’s shout is muffled through the bedroom door, though I can still make out what he’s saying.
The bastard’s loud AF when he wants to be.
My body aches as I climb out of bed. After last night’s impromptu exhibitionist session, we came back inside and fell into each other again.
And again. And again until we passed out just before the sun came up.
My legs hurt. My ass hurts. My jaw hurts.
I wanna do it all over again tonight.
I trudge to the front room of the rental, where my packmate is staring out of the huge bay window. “Whatttt?” I grumble.
He grabs my bicep and yanks me in front of him, pressing his back against me and pointing. His dick is hard, and I’m tempted to push back against him but he nearly barks at me to look first. And oh my gods. I see why he’s fucking hard now.
Out on the pier is a hot little number in a barely there bikini, bent over what looks like a cooler.
Not that I give a shit what she’s messing with when her round, peachy ass is looking very biteable on display like that.
She stretches into her bend further, and I have to reach down to adjust my dick before it peeks out of my boxers.
Jake stumbles out of the bathroom and makes his way over to us. “What the hell are you all yelling abo—oh sweet baby Jesus.”
“Uh huh,” Mav mumbles, his eyes never leaving the bombshell teasing us.
I’m frozen in place until the woman slowly rolls her spine up and a swath of red hair falls over her nearly-bare back.
The vixen looks back over her shoulder, throwing us a wink before she turns and heads back to the house next door.
“It’s her,” Jake says reverently. “The omega from the ramp.”
The three of us stand there like complete imbeciles for three more seconds before we burst into motion, tripping over each other in our haste to get to the back door.
Mav and I reach it at the same time, shoulders ramming each other until we’re nearly stuck in the jamb.
With a growl and a push, we stumble out onto the small walkway that runs along the side of the house.
Our antics must make a commotion because when I find my footing and look up, the pretty omega is standing there staring at us with her hip cocked and her arms crossed over her chest. The position just pushes up her plump breasts even more, which is not helping my horny situation.
She raises an eyebrow at our frozen forms as if to say, what took you so long.
I come to my senses and walk toward her, my packmates in tow.
When we get close enough, her Bomb Pop scent washes over me, and I can tell when it hits Mav and Jake because they suck in a harsh breath and nearly stumble again.
I don’t halt my progression until I’m mere steps from the omega of my dreams, not wanting to overwhelm her but needing to be close.
“Hi firecracker, I’m Deacon Ellis.” Okay, it isn’t the cleverest of openings, but most of my brain power is going to my dick right about now.
“Zoe Byrne,” she says, holding out a hand as if to shake mine.
Instead, I take a chance, grasping her palm to pull her into my chest. She falls into me willingly, her perfume sweetening on the breeze.
“A little forward there, don’t you think city boy?
Maybe you should introduce me to your friends first.”
“Don’t play coy with me, omega,” I growl. “You knew exactly what you were doing when you gave us that little show on the pier a few minutes ago.”
She flashes me a wicked grin, then crooks her finger at my packmates. They float over on her command, like the simps they are. “Names before the nasty, boys.”
My cock kicks. Talk about bold. Maverick and Jake both spit out their names at the same time. It’s kinda cute how taken they are with her. Then again, I’d love to get on my knees right here and worship at the altar of her pussy, so who am I to judge?
“Well, Maverick and Jake, are you gonna let your lead alphahole hog my attention? Or are we all gonna head inside to my nest so I can blow your minds?”
Jesus fucking Christ, this woman’s gonna kill us. And what a way to go.