Chapter 8
Nova
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When I wake up the next morning, it’s to the smell of something amazing being cooked. Throwing the blankets off me, I stalk out of the room and down the stairs, dressed only in Ian’s t-shirt and a pair of panties that he dressed me in last night.
It’s not until I’m at the end of the stairs that the sound of music hits my ears. A sleepy smile slips over my lips as I laugh softly.
Peaking around the corner, my smile grows wider at the sight before me.
Still Into You by Paramore plays through a Bluetooth speaker on the kitchen island.
Ian dances around as he cooks, his back to me.
As I creep into the room, my eyes grow wide when I see the firm globes of his bare ass. Is Ian naked?
I cock my head to the side as I stare. He has a really nice ass.
It flexes as he moves about.
Blinking out of my lust haze, I lean against the kitchen island with an amused smile as the song comes to a stop. “Paramore fan? I’m impressed.”
Ian spins around, spatula in one hand, raised in the air. When he sees it’s me, his face slips into a grin. “Little Doe, you’re up! Just in time. Pancakes are ready.”
“What are you wearing?” I laugh as I read the words on his blue frilly apron.
“Like it?” he asks, wiggling his eyebrows.
It reads. ‘My Omega’s slick is sweeter than baked goods.’
I bite my lip, smiling. “I love it. When did you have time to get that?” My brows furrow. “You didn’t already have that, did you?”
“No,” he snorts, spinning back around to take the pan off the stove. My eyes land on his ass again, and my teeth tingle to sink into his peachy flesh. “I ordered it last night while you were sleeping.”
“And it came this morning?” I ask. “Damn, that's fast delivery.”
“It is when you pay extra for it,” Ian says.
“Wanna help?” he asks, spinning back around to face me.
I don’t answer him, getting another good look at him.
He looks hot. His tattooed arms are on display, the skulls and snakes coiled around them.
I can’t see his chest, but when my eyes drop down, I snort out a laugh at the way the apron is tented.
“Happy to see me?” I ask him.
“Always,” he replies with a heated gaze. “But sex later or the food will get cold.” He takes the plate of pancakes and places a cover on top of it. “Here.” He hands me an icing bag. “You finish up the cupcakes while I cook the bacon. Then we can eat.”
“Alright.” I laugh, taking the icing bag from him. A warm, happy feeling settles over me. Is this what happiness feels like? Not too bad.
Ian grabs his phone and puts another song on. The Veronicas Untouched starts to play. I smile, squeezing the icing out as I bob my head. Ian stands next to me and smiles. My heart flutters, and I swear I blush as we work side by side.
The lyrics start, and I sing under my breath, head still bobbing. A second later, Ian starts to sing along too. I’m smiling like an idiot as I sing louder.
When it reaches the hook, we look over at one another and burst louder into song. We start to dance around the kitchen, him using the spatula as a mic, me the icing bag.
Ian takes my hand and spins me around before slapping my ass, making me laugh while I sing.
He stalks over to me and gets in my face, singing the lyrics.
When he sings the part you and I are meant to be, my heart skips a beat.
He crowds me, his free hand brushing against my cheek, making my breath quicken and my thighs clench.
And when he sings So even if the world falls down today, I know I’m gone for this man.
He steps away and dances back over to the stove. I take a shuddering breath, getting myself together as I sing along to the rest of the song and go back to the cupcakes.
The song changes over to something I haven’t heard.
We finish up what we’re doing and make some plates for ourselves.
I’m about to ask where Will and Nick are when another song comes on, Walker Hayes Fancy Like Ian turns it up and pulls me into his arms. He dances me around the room singing the song at the top of his lungs.
I let him, and as I throw my head back, giggling, I can feel myself fall head over heels.
I pray to the gods his pack doesn’t do me dirty like my ex did.
Eventually, we eat. And it’s so good. Ian fuses over me and makes sure I’ve eaten enough before we head upstairs to check on Duchess and Petunia.
“Oh my god!” I gasp at the cuteness when I see the two of them cuddled up in the middle of the bed. “Look.”
“I told you they would be besties.” Ian kisses the top of my head.
We head for the shower, taking a lot longer than we should. Probably because I spend half of it with Ian’s cock down my throat, while fingering myself. He insisted on cleaning me up after I came around them with his tongue.
Once we were done and the water ran cold, we headed back out to the room and got dressed for the day.
“Where are your brothers?” I ask Ian as we walk along their private beach.
“They had to go deal with some stuff.”
“Is it about the items in the van?”
“No,” Ian says. “That’s already been taken care of. It’s long gone now.”
“Is it why you three have been oddly quiet since we left the hotel last night?”
Ian slides his hand into mine, giving it a squeeze. “You know about our father, right?”
“The president of a very bad MC. Yeah. You mentioned it.”
“He’s dead,” Ian says, pulling us to a stop. “And Nick was asked to go check on the compound and the people who live there.”
“Oh.” I blink. “I wanna say I’m sorry for your loss, but I feel like the three of you would love to dance on his grave.”
“And piss on, too.” He grins. “Yes. Very much so.”
“So what does this mean?”
“Honestly, we’re not sure. The whole point of doing the side jobs and stealing things was because we were saving up to move away, to start over, knowing that we’d change our names and never be found. We were running from him. Now that we have no real reason to run, we’re kind of at a standstill.”
“I like it here,” I say, looking out at the water. “But I can’t say much. I’ve only been here for a night.”
“No, I like it here too. This is my home. I grew up here. I have my shop, Will has his. We’ve built something here. The only reason why I agreed to leave was because it gave us a chance at a normal life. We’d be safe to find an Omega and be happy.”
“You couldn’t have an Omega here?” I ask, brows furrowing.
“No.” His eyes harden. “It would have put them in danger.”
“Why?” I whisper.
“Because my father was determined to make our lives miserable if we didn’t agree to live the one he chose for us. He was doing it before we even left.”
“What happened?”
“Not my story to tell,” he sighs heavily.
“Then whose?” I cock my head to the side.
“All in good time, my love.” Ian kisses the top of my head.
I don’t press for more, even though I want to. We hang out on the beach some more before heading back into the house to check on the pets.
We’re on the couch, snuggled together, ordering things online when Will and Nick return.
I’m leaning up, looking over my shoulder and the couch to see the two of them walk in. They look wrecked. Nothing about them is out of place, but the looks on their faces scream exhausted.
“How was it?” Ian asks, getting to his feet.
“It was a fucking mess,” Nick growls, taking his leather jacket off and tossing it over the dining room chair before heading into the kitchen to get a drink.
Will sighs heavily, his eyes flicking between Ian and me.
“How much did you tell her?”
“Just that our father died and you two left to clean up his mess,” Ian answers.
Will nods, running a hand through his red curls before scratching at his beard.
“So, are we gonna play another game of keep-everything-from-Nova?” I ask, turning my body around so that I can lean on my arms over the back of the couch.
“And what makes you think you deserve to know anything about our lives?” Nick asks, a beer in hand. He lifts the glass to his lips and takes a swig.
My eyes narrow. “Because I’m your Omega. And whether you like it or not, I’m a part of this pack now.” I glare at him, daring him to challenge me.
“Really now?” Nick cocks a brow. “We’re your pack, huh?”
I get to my feet, walk around the couch, and over to him until we’re toe to toe. “Yes,” I growl up at him. “This is my house now. You are my men. My life. Mine,” I snarl, and a flash of heat crosses Nick’s eyes. “That means no one keeps anything from me anymore. Got it?”
Nick’s hand shoots out, wrapping around my throat. I gasp, eyes widening as heat floods my core. “Listen here, you little brat.” His voice is low as he brings his face an inch from mine. “You don’t tell me what to do.”
A smile curves at my lips. “That's where you’re wrong, big guy. You are my Alpha. And one day soon, I’m going to sink my teeth into your neck and show the whole fucking world who you fucking belong to.
Because you're my little bitch.” My laugh becomes strangled as Nick’s hand tightens around my throat.
“Nick!” Ian barks.
A low growl rumbles in Nick’s chest as he loosens his hold. My head spins, my nipples harden. Ian might be afraid that Nick’s going to hurt me, but we can all fucking smell just how needy my cunt is right now.
Guess I have a degradation kink. Plus, I'm a masochist. We learn something new about ourselves every day.
“If anyone is to claim ownership, it’s me.” Nick’s warm breath fans over my lips. “You are mine, little Omega. Fucking mine.”
I bite my lip, pure fucking pride at getting him to admit that. Even if it’s more in the ownership sense.
He seems to understand what he said and lets go of me.
“Does the big bad killer have a crush on little old me?” I bat my eyelashes as I rub at my neck. “I’m flattered.”
“Fuck you,” he hisses.
“Yes, please.” I lick my lips, loving how riled up he is.
“Enough!” Will exclaims, sounding exhausted.
Any amusement I felt is now gone.