16. Chapter 14
CHAPTER 14
Mateo
J ealousy had coursed through me when I’d stepped out of the nest and found Dean sprawled naked on Wren’s bed, playing on his phone while Wren dressed and appeared to get ready to leave the house.
Had they actually fooled around while I’d been asleep?
What fucked me up was I wasn’t sure whether I was jealous that she might have allowed him in her bed outside of her heat, whether I was jealous that I hadn’t witnessed the newest member of my pack making love to my beta, or because Dean had sought pleasure with the omega.
All of those were stupid ass reasons to be jealous. They were both my packmates. And part of being a pack meant sharing our attentions with each other.
“What’s going on?” I asked.
Dean was naked, but his hair was wet, and he no longer smelled heavily of Wren and me. And her long red curls hung wet down her back, her body only clad in a bra and pair of practically see through pink panties. They’d showered together.
“I’m taking her to see Marcus. She wants a haircut,” Dean said. He finally pulled his attention from his phone, his eyes roaming my body from head, down to where I’d wrapped a blanket around my waist, then back up again. “Then I’m going to take her shopping. You in?”
“To go shopping?”
Dean raised a brow, looked pointedly at Wren who was focused on her reflection, then widened his eyes. “Yeah. To go shopping.”
To bond . He’d found a way to get her out of her room, and a way for us to spend some time with her. Thus, earning more of her trust.
I’d hoped spending the time with her in her nest, letting her set the pace of anything and everything that happened in there while ensuring she wouldn’t get pregnant would have earned some trust. And if she’d allowed Dean to step into the shower with her, maybe I’d been right.
“Should we have a pack outing?” Dean asked loud enough for Wren to hear.
I raised my eyes to the pretty omega and watched her freeze her attentions to the makeup she was applying to her eyes.
“The whole pack?” she asked, stepping back so she could see Dean.
“Or not?” he said, making a face that told her and me both the decision was totally in her hands, and he hoped he hadn’t fucked up by offering.
“How about just…just the three of us this time?” She looked at me with a question in her eyes.
She wanted me to join them. I was right. We’d earned more of her trust. If the others wanted the same from her, they would have to spend more time with her, find a way to soothe whatever burn they’d caused, close whatever valley that separated them.
“Yeah. I’d love to join you. Let me take a quick shower and dress.”
“Nah. You look like a spartan in that toga. You should definitely go like that. Give Marcus a show.”
“Slut,” I teased as we all often did then stepped out of the room.
“Why did he call you a slut?” I heard Wren ask as I closed the door, and couldn’t help but wince.
The last thing I wanted was for Wren to worry that any of us would step outside of our commitment to her. If she wanted us completely loyal to her, to our pack, then I would make damn sure Dean kept his dick in his pants when he was outside the house.
Doran and Winter…well, that would be a whole other story. The two had fallen in love the moment they’d met. Doran was practically obsessed with his alpha. And a possessive fuck.
We had an omega now. And she required our love and attention. Our protection.
Doran would have to get over his bullshit before her next heat, because no way would I allow her to go so long without our help. And I was tired and sore as fuck merely from the three days. I couldn’t imagine how I’d feel if I was the only one in her nest for a week straight.
Not that I would complain. Not that I was complaining now .
I had never experienced the absolute pleasure I’d felt while buried inside of Wren’s slicked tight heat. The sounds of her breathy moans had made me feel as though I would blow my load the moment I’d been sheathed fully inside of her, but that time…it was about Wren’s comfort. I had pulled up every unsexy thought I could bring to mind and pushed through, nearly crying in relief when each wave began to break and I was able to let go.
There was a trashcan full of rubbers that would need to be disposed of. But for now, I was focused on showering and dressing so I could spend as much time with our omega as she would allow.
Wren was sliding her feet into a pair of flats when I stepped back into her room. Her hair was still damp, but she’d pulled it back into a braid, the end brushing the top of her round ass. And she applied makeup, covering the freckles I’d grown to love as she’d slept between the waves of her cycle. The temptation to reach up and wipe that stuff away so I could see them, so I could kiss every single one that decorated her beautiful face was nearly as strong as the urge to beg her to let me kiss her lips, to taste her.
I’d been inside her, but I wanted to taste her mouth outside of her heat. She’d only asked Dean for a kiss; he hadn’t even had the chance to feel how tight and warm and wet she was. Neither of us had touched a single inch of her body other than her pussy and that had been purely to aid her through the pain and fever.
I wanted more. I wanted her to trust me enough to bury my face between her thighs, to taste her slick, to devour her until she fell apart on my tongue.
Time. I had to give it time. I had to give her time. And this little outing was a good start.
Just sucked that she wasn’t comfortable with the others. Raece and Doran had brought it on themselves, but poor Winter was getting pushed to the wayside and he’d yet to do anything to actually earn it.
At least not that I was aware of.
“You ready?” Dean asked.
“Uh…are you going to get dressed?” Wren asked as her cheeks flushed a bright pink.
“My room is down the hall. I’ll meet you guys downstairs.”
“You thought he was going to go naked, didn’t you?” I teased her and nearly fist pumped the air when she grinned up at me, amusement plain as day on her pretty face.
“I’ll admit I was a little worried.”
Dean stepped out ahead of us, completely unashamed he was giving the two of us and anyone who might be in the hallway a show. The beta was far too proud of his fucking body. I supposed he had the right to be, though. He was a work of art.
I moved aside so she could step out of her room, then closed her door behind us.
And then my breath caught when her small, warm hand slid into mine. Instantly, my heart began to thud behind my ribs as I twined my fingers through hers and looked down at her.
But her eyes were straight ahead, focused on Doran, who was standing outside the bedroom he shared with Winter. The look in her eyes was not one of warmth.
“Where are you two going?” he asked.
The beta crossed his arms over his chest and leaned against the wall.
“Out. Hair place and then shopping,” I answered as I squeezed Wren’s hand a little tighter, hoping to lend her some of my strength.
“And you’re not invited,” Dean said as he stepped out of his room in a pair of jeans, his shirt over his shoulder and shoes in his hands. “This is a threesome, not a foursome.”
“Don’t be gross,” Doran said with a wrinkle of his nose.
Dean chuckled and winked at Wren when he caught up to us, then fell into line, descending the stairs on her left while I stayed on her right.
I hadn’t missed the way she’d tensed at the sight of Doran. And it made me want to sprint up the stairs and punch the fucker in his nuts for making her feel like that.
“I thought we were going to eat first,” Wren said when Dean pulled away to tug on his shirt then sat on the edge of one of the couches to slip his feet into his sneakers.
“We are,” Dean said.
“The food was outside the nest. We didn’t touch any of it.”
The beta waved a hand in the air and shared a quick glance with me. He had a plan.
“I thought we’d make a day of it. Go out to eat, get your hair all glamourous, then go shopping. What are you thinking? Micro skirts or lingerie?”
Asshole. He was pushing her.
But when the sweetest giggle bubbled from beside me, I cocked a brow at Dean and huffed a soft laugh.
Who would have thought the flirtatious slut would be the one to break through her walls by…being himself?
I had toed the line, simply brought her food every day. Then I’d waited for her to make each move in the nest.
And Dean…the asshole simply bulldozed into her life and was forcing her to like him.
“What’s going on?” Raece asked when he found us in the living room.
“Taking my omega out. Don’t wait up,” Dean said as he pushed to his feet and grabbed the keys to one of the SUVs from the table near the door.
“Out where?” Raece asked.
He followed us to the door, his dark brows pulled together so tightly they cast a shadow over his eyes.
“Out. You boys hold down the fort. See you when we see you.” Fucking Dean.
“We’re going out for lunch, then the – Wren wanted to get a haircut. And apparently Dean wants to go shopping.”
“ Nooo ,” he said, dragging out the word. “I want to take my omega shopping so she can give me a private fashion show. She likes me better. Don’t be jealous.”
And with that, Dean wrapped an arm around Wren’s shoulders, tugging her from my grasp, and guided her through the front door.
Raece turned his frown on me.
“She’s out of her room. I’ll keep an eye on her. Let him…do whatever the fuck he’s doing. It’s working.”
“Do not let her out of your sight. Just because she’s bonded…”
“I know.” Just because she was bonded didn’t mean less scrupulous alphas wouldn’t be sniffing after her, wouldn’t attempt to take her away from us.
I clapped the pack lead on the shoulder then hurried to catch up to Dean and Wren. The asshole climbed into the backseat with our omega, leaving me to drive them around like their chauffeur.
“Where we heading first?” I asked once everyone was buckled in, and I was pulling the vehicle out of the garage.
Dean decided on a restaurant and off we went. This was not only the first time Wren had left the house since she’d joined our pack. It was her first fucking time out of her quarters. It was our first date.
And I, for one, would do everything I could to make it the best first date of her life.
Shit…as I thought about it, this was probably her first date ever.
I was the first alpha she’d ever fucked. Mine was the first knot she’d ever taken.
And just like that, this was looking to be one of the best days of my life.