19. Chapter 17
CHAPTER 17
Doran
I t had been three days since I’d had a chat with Wren in the kitchen. Three nights of the pack snuggling on the couch, including me.
And three nights that Wren had gone to bed alone. None of us touched her.
Eh. Half lie. Dean touched her. He played with her hair, toyed with the mark on her shoulder, even pulled her onto his lap or into his arms when we squeezed onto the couches they’d pushed together to make a pack bed for the living room.
Did she realize that was what they’d done? That they’d made a pack bed for all six of us? Well, it had only been the five of them that first night.
I’d warned her that if she wanted to pursue anything with Winter, she would have to make the first move. Perhaps I should have warned her that none of the guys would so much as kiss her without her asking first. They all feared they would scare her, that she would reject them the way she’d done when she first arrived.
She seemed so…different from that tiny woman who’d looked numb as she stepped onto the dais for the bonding ceremony. More and more, there was a light entering her eyes. She no longer wore the frilly, pastel clothing Raece bought for her other than the soft loungewear.
No. Now, she wore low cut blouses, long skirts, even crop tops with cardigans over top.
Did she know she was dangling temptation in front of her pack? Was that her goal? Or had she simply never had the opportunity to discover her own style outside of the Center?
Twenty-six and she was only beginning to build a life of her own. Or at least a life with a pack.
When I thought about how so many omegas were treated, about how she could have been treated had another pack chosen her, my stomach turned, and rage burned through my veins.
Our leave would end soon, and we would have to return to our duties. Which meant either one of us would stay back to watch over her or she would be left alone in the house.
I didn’t like the idea of the latter. Didn’t like the idea of the tiny omega unguarded while so many sick fucks wandered the streets free, snatching omegas and forcing them into nothing short of slavery while the government did nothing about it.
No. When it was time for the pack to hunt down the fuckers and move the omegas, one of us would have to stay with our omega.
What would she think if she knew exactly how we made our money? The only reason we needed the legal pack registration was to form a shell company to hide how we made our income. No way would the same cock suckers who put laws in place to protect the abusers support the fact we often killed alphas and moved omegas to secret locations.
The money? That came when we sold off the fuckers’ firearms, their drug stash, or even raided their safes.
Nope. Wasn’t the most savory form of employment, but we got rich and protected omegas.
And I had treated one like shit in my own fucking house.
Things had changed between the two of us in the three days since I’d all but gotten on my knees to ask for her forgiveness. It had been for selfish reasons – I wanted Winter to stop fucking ignoring me.
And I wanted him happy.
Since he obviously wanted to get closer to Wren, I would do what was in my power to make that happen.
Currently, Wren was wedged between Dean and me. We had done as I’d asked and begun to form a friendship and she seemed to be more comfortable with me now. Actually, it seemed as though she was as comfortable with me as she was with Dean and Mateo.
But that wouldn’t push her into Winter’s arms. And I couldn’t figure out how to do that short of asking her to straddle my alpha’s lap. She might very well close herself back in her quarters if I suggested anything so forward.
Turning to look at her, I smiled at the way she struggled to keep her eyes open and her attention on the screen. She’s stayed up late the past four nights and, just like the first morning she’d wandered into the kitchen while the rest of the pack slept, she rose with the sun.
Was it her internal clock or was she not used to sleeping in? She couldn’t work, even after our leave was over. So, she should get used to relaxing around the house or finding some kind of hobby. We didn’t expect her to cook or clean. We’d done fine on our own for years before her.
But she could always do…something. She had to have some kind of passion.
Yet…none of us had actually bothered to ask. Every conversation we’d had with her had been nothing more than small talk, mere surface topics. She knew very little about us and we knew next to nothing about her.
“You ready for bed?” I asked, taking the chance and leaning over to press my lips to the top of her head.
She surprised the shit out of me when she sighed and snuggled in closer. Omegas thrived on touch. And while it might have taken her a while to trust we wouldn’t hurt her, she seemed to be soaking it up a little more each day.
“She can sleep right here,” Dean said, tugging her closer.
The sweetest giggle broke from her lips when he nuzzled his whiskered chin against the side of her throat.
Yep. Soaking it up.
“She wakes up too early when she sleeps down here,” I protested, dragging her away until she was closer to me than Dean.
“She wakes up early regardless,” Mateo said around a yawn.
I made sure I got up within minutes of Wren each morning, doing anything and everything in my power to spend a little time with her before the others woke. I was trying to butter her up, win her over, and prove I felt remorseful about the way I’d treated her before. At least I hoped I was. She acted as though she’d forgiven me.
“I should go upstairs. I need a shower.”
“Need help washing your back?” Dean teased, finally releasing her when she sat up.
She swatted at him, but surely, I wasn’t the only one who noticed the cloud of perfume that filled the space around her. She hadn’t had sex with anyone since her heat had broken, but she wasn’t opposed to Dean’s attentions.
I needed to get her on board with Winter, too.
What did that say about me that I was trying to push her into my lover’s bed?
It said I loved him. I wanted him happy, even if it wasn’t with me. I truly hoped he could love us both equally, but I was willing to step back if Winter only wanted Wren. I would literally do anything for my alpha.
Even if it meant giving him up.
The guys turned their attention back to the end of the movie. But I wanted to talk to Wren. I needed…
I didn’t know what I needed. I guess I wanted to know if she was willing to be with the pack or if she was simply a permanent fixture in our lives. I wanted the desperate look on Winter’s face to disappear. It was obvious they were all attracted to her, but they were giving her the space they thought she needed.
And since I’d warned her she would have to make the first move with Winter, she hadn’t so much as kissed him, or any of the others. She allowed me, Dean, and Mateo to hold her, but Winter and Raece hadn’t so much as held her hand since she no longer locked herself in her quarters.
Hurrying through the living room and up the stairs, I caught her just as she was pulling clothes from her dresser for her shower.
“Hey,” she said, a confused smile on her face. “What’s up?”
“I…” Fuck. I hadn’t really thought past this part. My legs had carried me to her, and my thoughts had swirled through my mind, but I couldn’t seem to form a single coherent sentence.
“What’s wrong?” She carried the pajamas into the bathroom and began to tug off the clothes she’d been wearing and tossed them into the hamper until she was in nothing but her bra and panties.
And for the first time since I’d laid eyes on Winter, my cock hardened at the sight of another person.
Holy shit! She was stunning. Her hips were round, her tits were full and heavy, her stomach was soft and not concave, and I could only assume her ass would be plush under my hands.
“Doran?”
My mouth was dry. My throat felt like it was closing. I’d only intended to once again argue on behalf of Winter, to beg her to give him a chance, to ask her to allow him to at least sleep in bed beside her simply so they could bond further.
But now…
I wanted her. And it was confusing as hell. I had never had sex with a woman, had never felt this level of insane attraction to the female species. Hell, I hadn’t wanted anyone this badly since the first time Winter slanted his mouth over mine and I’d become drunk on his fresh snowy taste.
My eyes roamed her body slowly.
I should leave. I should back out of the room and pull the door closed behind me. I should seek out Winter or even lock myself in my own bedroom and wrap my fist around my rock hard cock.
I did none of those things. Especially when that sweet, warm scent of bananas and cream lifted in the air and caressed my senses until it felt as though it was beckoning me forward.
She had to set the pace. None of us could ever do anything to make her feel as though she was a slave to our baser needs.
But the longer I stood there, the stronger the urge to lift her against my body and taste her lips grew.
I wanted to taste more than her kiss. I wanted to know how her full tits would feel in my hands. I wanted to memorize the taste of her slick and her release. I wanted to feel her warm, tight cunt wrapped around my cock as I lost myself in her body.
Pushing my hindbrain back, I blinked a few times and shook my head as though that could shake the overwhelming lust away.
And then Wren took a step closer. Then another.
Her eyes lowered until they zeroed in on the bulge in my pants. No way she didn’t know what she did to me, what her half naked body did to mine.
“But Winter…” she started but trailed off. “I thought you didn’t…I’m a woman. And an omega.”
So many reasons as to why I wanted her fought to escape my mouth. But when the softest whimper left her lips, all logical thought fled.
As though a tether had been tied around us and tightened, we crashed together, her hands smoothing up my chest as my hands tangled in her soft red curls. Her tongue touched the seam of my mouth and I opened instantly, moaning at the addictive sweet taste of the velvety softness there.
My one hand left her hair, and both smoothed down her face, her shoulders, her arms, then moved around the front to cup both her tits in my hands, her nipples straining against the thin material and tempting me to leave her mouth so I could suck each one between my lips.
How the hell had I gone my whole life without feeling a woman under my hands? It was sublime. Where Winter was hard and somewhat demanding, she was silky, soft, and plush under my hands, the soft mewls that left her mouth as I toyed with her breasts so opposite of the throaty grunts and growls of my alpha.
My hands left her tits and cupped her round ass, massaging and squeezing. She pulled herself closer until her softness lined up perfectly to my body, my cock wedged against her stomach.
I needed her naked. Fuck, I needed to be naked. I needed to feel her skin against mine, to feel her wrapped around me.
But I needed to taste her first. All of her. I wanted to carry her scent on me for as long as possible, to drown in her essence, to let the pack know I had staked my own claim on our omega.
She’d only been with Mateo and Dean. And that had only been during her heat.
Wren had chosen me. She was allowing me into her space and, hopefully, into her body at a time her hormones weren’t in control.
As my hands lowered to her thighs, I lifted and she willingly hopped, wrapping her legs around my waist.
Walking across the bathroom, I sat her on the vanity and continued to claim her mouth until I couldn’t hold back anymore.
Wren released the cutest groan of frustration when I broke the kiss, but sighed and tangled her thin fingers in my hair when I kissed a path across her jaw, down her throat, to the valley of her tits.
More. I needed to see more. To taste more.
With zero gentleness, I ripped the cups of her bra to the sides until she spilled forward, her dark pink nipples puckered and begging for attention, attention I had every intention of showering them with.
“So beautiful,” I breathed against her skin before lapping my tongue against one pebbled peak then sucking it into my mouth.
Her skin was so soft. Her breasts were nothing short of perfection.
Yet I still needed more.
Wren’s hips lifted as I struggled to pull the scrap of panties over her ass before tossing them to the bathroom floor. My knees hit the tile hard as I dropped between her thighs and took a moment to stare at the slicked pink folds that smelled like the sweetest dessert.
With the first swipe of my tongue along her sex, I realized once wouldn’t be enough. One taste and I was addicted. Wren’s cunt was a drug, and I was officially a junky.
I had never made love to a woman. Had never tasted a woman. But I couldn’t get enough of her taste.
She moaned and sighed and tightened her grip in my hair, urging me on.
“The clit,” Dean said from the doorway, startling both Wren and me. “Right here,” he said, moving closer and touching a swollen bundle near the top of her folds.
She was staring at Dean, her lids heavy, her pupils blown. She didn’t demand he give us privacy, didn’t scream at him for watching us or even touching her.
So, I focused my attention exactly where Dean indicated, licking and sucking it until my omega was writhing and moaning, her hips rocking against my face.
“Does that feel good, sweetheart? Do you need more?” Dean asked.
Her only answer was another of those throaty moans and a fantasy of taking Wren with my mouth while Winter took me from behind caused me to blow my load behind my pants before I even had the chance to feel her cunt wrapped around my cock.
It didn’t matter. I still couldn’t stop lapping at her, couldn’t stop tasting her. Within minutes of coming without feeling her tight heat, Wren’s head tilted back against the mirror and she cried out, her hands tugging painfully on my hair.
The sweetest flavor coated my tongue as her body twitched and trembled.
I had made my omega orgasm. I had gotten her off with my tongue. Yeah, Dean had coached me, but I’d been the one to make her release the most beautiful sound I’d ever heard in my life.