Chapter Eighteen
I was a bundle of nerves . I was seriously considering throwing up. Of course, the thought of having vomit-breath only added to my nerves.
Staring at myself in the mirror, I decided that I was sexy. I didn’t have any lingerie, but Oaks had suggested simply wearing Everett’s large shirt with nothing underneath it would easily arouse my alpha. Yes, I was planning to convince Everett to claim me tonight.
After speaking with my family pack last week, I was determined to prove to myself that this pack was mine. That they wanted me as much as I wanted them. I already knew Atlas and Oaks did, since they’d claimed me. And I knew Everett did as well—I just needed the proof. I needed the claiming mark.
Atlas was on the bed, laying sideways so he could peek into the bathroom and watch me panic stare at myself in the mirror, wondering if I should put makeup on or not. “Do you need me to fuck those nerves out of you, pet?”
I laughed, although the sound was stiff. “No.” Although as soon as I’d said the word, I’d wondered if maybe I should fuck him. Sex with Atlas would easily distract me from the anxiety coursing through me. “Actually, yes. Let’s do it.”
My mate sat up and moved to the edge of the bed, straddling the corner as a smirk pulled on his lips. He opened his arms for me, and I didn’t hesitate to throw myself at him.
“My poor, precious pet. So nervous.”
I was straddling his lap, the position more comforting than arousing as I pressed my face against his neck to suck in his firewood scent. It might have worked to ease the tension in my body, but not even Atlas’s crackling scent distracted my thoughts from Everett getting home.
His hands rubbed at my back before moving under my shirt for skin-to-skin contact. He groaned, the sound vibrating his throat. “No underwear?”
I shook my head. “You said not to, remember?”
“I’m not sure what’s sexier. You listening to me or you being naked under this shirt.” His hands squeezed the globes of my ass, his long fingers achingly close to my core. With his hold on me, he rocked my hips over him, the hardening length between his legs bumping my core.
“Don’t even think about it,” Oaks said. He was leaning against the door between the hall and the bedroom, glaring at Atlas. “You just want your scent all over her when Everett claims her.”
Atlas groaned. “It’s like the best game of dibs in the world. And I won.”
“Possessive bastard.” Oaks marched into the room, but instead of tearing me off, he grabbed Atlas’s hair and forced his head back before slamming his lips down.
With Oaks at my back and Atlas at my front, I was completely surrounded by males.
Just watching the way the two of them kissed had my lower stomach tightening.
It was so incredibly, unbelievably hot. Atlas was always dominant with me, and he tried to be the same with Oaks, not that Oaks let him.
It was obvious that Oaks was leading the kiss, deciding the pace, deciding when it ended.
Atlas growled, his hands tightening on me as his hips bucked when Oaks licked at his bottom lip, then sucked it into his mouth.
Their faces were so close to mine, I’d wanted to lean in, to join them. My hips started moving of their own accord, trying to find my own pleasure since I wasn’t getting any of the attention. Not that I minded. Just watching Oaks and Atlas had my core becoming wet with arousal.
When Oaks lifted his hand to Atlas’s jaw, Atlas’s hands tightened around me.
“You want some attention?” Oaks asked. “I’m more than willing to take your ass tonight.”
I felt the shiver that took over Atlas’s body at Oaks’s words.
“Now, let go of our girl before you come in your pants. She’s not for you tonight.”
Atlas bared his teeth, his anger negated by the fact that his arousal was blooming in his scent. I didn’t blame him. Oaks was always sweet to me, but with Atlas? The alpha was all dominating.
When Atlas didn’t let me go, Oaks used his grip along Atlas’s jaw to shove him back on the bed. The new angle had Atlas’s length pressing directly between my thighs. I gasped, my hands coming to land on Atlas’s stomach to help me keep my balance.
Oaks followed after Atlas, lying on the side of the bed and forcing Atlas’s head to be where he wanted it for their lips to meet.
I was panting as I watched the two of them, my own arousal growing.
I probably could have snuck out of Atlas’s grip, except I didn’t think of it. I was mesmerized by them.
Then Oaks’s hand squeezed between our bodies, pressing against Atlas’s cock. Atlas bucked at the touch, and I moaned. It wasn’t necessarily from arousal, but the hint of what he could do if he just turned his fingers toward my core rather than stroking Atlas.
“If you want to come tonight, you’ll let go of your pet,” Oaks warned.
“Or I might just decide to keep you on edge. You’ll have to listen to your pet get fucked and claimed without any release.
Just little dribbles of cum leaking from your too-hard cock.
I’ll fuck your ass as much as I want, but I won’t let you empty your balls even in my fist. Or in yours. ”
Atlas’s hands dropped to the bed, fisting the sheets under him. His body was already straining toward an orgasm. He could come several times tonight, remaining hard after each one, which went to show how truly threatening Oaks’s words were.
“That’s what I thought.” Oaks chuckled. His face was so close to Atlas’s that I knew they had to be sharing breaths. Still, he managed to glance at me. “It seems our girl likes to watch us.”
I nodded even though he wasn’t speaking to me. I did love watching my mates together.
“If you’re really good for me, I just might let you fuck my ass tonight.”
Atlas whimpered. His cum stained his sweats between my thighs. I wasn’t sure if he’d fully come or if he was just leaking pre-cum.
A part of me wanted to stay here, in this room, in this moment with Atlas and Oaks. I knew if I did, Everett would join us when we got home. He would easily fit himself on the bed and we’d do what we’d done before. The four of us sharing bodies and pleasure.
I didn’t want that. Well, I did. Obviously. But I didn’t want just that. I wanted Everett to claim me. To finally bond with me. And that meant using every ounce of willpower I possessed to climb off Atlas, despite the way he whimpered at the loss of my body, and stalk out of the bedroom.
I still heard them, the sound of voices, of gasps and moans.
My body wasn’t close to an orgasm, not from light thrusting and dirty talk, but it was aroused and trying to cool down left me feeling cold and alone.
Which was ridiculous. My mates would be more than happy if I joined them. And Everett would be home soon.
Sooner than I’d thought considering I was in the middle of the foyer, making my way to the kitchen when the front door opened.
My heart started to race as if it wasn’t Everett coming through the door, but a stranger.
Everett made everything look easy. Another ridiculous thought since all he was doing was coming into the house, opening and closing the door, and taking off his shoes.
He was still in his scrubs for the day, his gym bag tossed over his shoulder.
His beard was bushy, the dark brown hairs somehow darker than the brown on his head.
He didn’t quite look like a man who had gone through years of schooling, but I think that only made him sexier.
When he lifted his head toward me, his face broke out into a wide smile. “Good evening, Babygirl. Any reason you’re looking at me like you’ve just seen a ghost?”
I shook my head, my throat too tight for words. Should I just blurt out my request now? Or did I give him time to settle in? I wasn’t sure. I hadn’t truly planned anything out—which was probably why I was so stressed that my scent started to perfume around me.
Everett’s smile dropped as he rushed toward me. His hands ran over my body as if checking for any hurts. “What’s going on? Where’re Oaks and Atlas? Are you in pain anywhere?”
I managed to squeak out the words, “They’re in the bedroom.”
A moment of silence passed, the sound of Atlas moaning, desperate for release, just barely loud enough to meet our ears.
“I, um—” My cheeks heated. “I want to talk with you.”
I watched Everett look over my face like he was trying to read the words I was going to say off my skin.
We were standing in front of each other, not like a mated pair, but like strangers on a date. Unsure if they were going home with each other or parting ways after dinner. It was ... awkward. And that awkwardness only made my nerves worse.
“I want—” I choked on my own words. Why was this so hard to say? I wanted him to bite me. To claim me. They were just words. So why did my tongue suddenly feel too heavy to move?
One of Everett’s eyebrows flicked up. He then truly took in my outfit—or lack thereof.
I’d shaved, lotioned, and plucked before standing in front of the mirror wondering if I was doing too much or not enough.
I wanted this night to be special, but I’d also wanted it to be us.
I didn’t want to not feel or look like myself when I was claimed by Everett.
He dragged a single finger up my thigh, just barely bunching the shirt as he trailed upward until my entire lower half was exposed to his gaze. He growled, the sound full of lust.
I shifted my weight from foot to foot, feeling like his gaze between my thighs was an actual caress.
Everett dropped to his knees, bringing his face right between my thighs as he inhaled deeply. My core clenched around nothing, a reminder of how turned on I was and exactly how empty.
“You’re in my shirt, covered in my scent.” His fingers pinched the smallest wet mark where Atlas’s cum had stained through his sweats. “And a little of Atlas’s, the possessive asshole.”
I nodded even though he wasn’t truly asking a question so much as pointing out the obvious.