Chapter 41
THEO
The front door shuts, and Renfro’s voice rings out, “Honey, we’re home.” Full of his usual cheeky attitude.
It only takes a second for the two of them to walk into the kitchen—Wren damn near hiding behind his giant Scottish ass—for me to scent the two of them.
“That’s the last time you’re given the task of picking her up.” Crossing the room, I point at his smug expression. The telltale look glowing in his eyes of an Alpha who definitely just had his knot inside our girl. “I don’t even need to ask what took you so long.”
When I get closer, the combined hint of them is strong as fuck. Her peach and jasmine, mixed perfectly with his masculine heather and spring rain.
“Yeah… ahhh… about that…” He sets the overnight bag down on the floor. “We had something of an unexpected discovery.”
Wren peeks out from behind his back as I step closer, her hands covering her face, but she looks at me through her fingers. She’s blushing, enchanting as ever, especially when looking like she’s just been thoroughly fucked.
It’s hot as hell.
“Hey, sweetheart.” I poke my tongue against the side of my cheek, my gaze dropping down her figure to take in the sight of her leggings and Connor’s hoodie. Yeah, there’s no prize for guessing what had him so riled up if that’s what she’s been wearing.
“We’re scent matches,” she blurts out, eyes going wide. “One thing led to another…”
I chuckle, a warm, glowing sensation building dead center in my chest. “I bet it did.” Pulling her hands away from shielding those pretty eyes, I tug my girl in against my front to wrap her in my arms. “Two for two, huh?”
“Apparently so,” she mumbles against my shirt. Smelling like a fucking dream, which has my cock immediately thickening, jerking against my thigh with anticipation of having her under my roof for the night.
I point at Renfro, standing there looking like a king. “Make yourself useful. You’re unpacking for her and cooking dinner. Everything is already in the kitchen.”
Reaching down, my hands find her ass, and I scoop her up without warning, tossing her over my shoulder. At my back, I feel her burying her face in her hands again with a mortified squeal. It’s half-hearted, that much I know.
“Don’t wait for us,” I tell him, my voice dropping low.
As my strides carry us in the direction of my bedroom, he curses softly in that thick Scottish accent. “Guess I deserve that, huh?”
“Considering how patient I was and how long I waited… yeah, you’ve earned yourself a spell on the bench, Renfro.”
Wren groans, but her perfume grows thicker as I carry her down the corridor.
“Are you pissed off at him?” she says hesitantly. The real question hidden behind that one being… are you pissed off at me?
We reach my room, and I take her straight to the en suite, where I seal us inside by firmly shutting the door.
Setting her down gently on the vanity, I step back and take a proper look at my girl.
Her hair is tangled in a bun, and those plump lips of hers are puffy from whatever Renfro and she have been up to.
Tilting my head to one side, I tuck a loose strand of hair behind her ear, and she shivers a little with that skin-on-skin contact.
“Stay there. I’m running you a bath, okay.”
“Oh, no, wait. You don’t have to—” She immediately starts to move, protests dropping out to echo around the expanse of tiles, and I let my palms land on her thighs and squeeze to silently tell her to sit in that exact spot.
“I know I don’t have to. But I want to, sweetheart.
” I give her a long look as I step backward, and she nibbles on her bottom lip.
There’s a battle there for a moment, before I see those shoulders drop away from her ears.
Giving me a tiny dip of her chin and a soft little exhale that says she’s going to follow along with my plan.
My dick is beyond thrilled. Regardless of the minor detail that she’s my son’s ex.
Maybe I should be more concerned with our difference in age, or how the odds are stacked against us while she’s still completing her scholarship.
But all of that fades away under the soft glow of lights surrounding the vanity mirror.
My scent match is here, in my home, and she’s looking at me with the bluest eyes I’ve ever seen.
Yeah, that’s the best fucking thing I could ever hope for.
Judging by the way her cheeks are still bright pink, and she looks ready to squirm, we need to do a little more getting used to this whole pack thing. Our Omega needs to know it’s safe to be shared, cared for, and worshipped by more than one Alpha.
I test the water until it’s running at the right temperature and then hand her four different bubble baths to choose from. “Which one of these would you like?”
Wren flips the cap on each and takes her time to decide, finally settling on the unscented one, which she hands over with a little hesitant smile.
“Want me to get rid of the others?” I point at the remaining bottles she’s put down on the countertop.
“No way.” She looks aghast, shielding them with both hands as if I’m about to rip them away unprompted. “I like these… just not for right now… if that makes sense?”
I can’t help the quirk that tugs at my lips.
“Okay. Just tell me if anything ever smells wrong to you, and it’s gone.
Evicted from the house immediately. All you gotta do is say the word.
” As I turn back to the filling bath, I drag one hand through my hair, before rolling my shirt sleeves a little higher.
Checking the temperature is still perfectly steaming warm, I add a generous amount of bubbles under the flow of water.
Secretly, on the inside, I’m fist-punching the air at making choices she likes.
Ocean spray. Cedar moss. Wild orange.
When I turn around and step back into her, this time, Wren widens her knees ever so slightly.
Those thick lashes flutter, and she gives me a look that tells me she might be feeling satisfied from the attention of one Alpha, but there’s still something hungry in that expression.
Her eyes drop down to my forearms, and she licks her lips slowly.
“Arms up.” Even to my own ears, my words are thick with arousal. This is the first opportunity we’ve had to be close like this, to be alone together, and all that delicious scent keeps winding through my awareness.
Wren’s lips twist before she does as I ask. The sapphire in her eyes flares brighter.
As I drag the hoodie up over her head, then toss it to the floor, a rush of air gusts out of my lungs at the sight revealed to me.
“He fucked you while wearing this?” Allowing one finger to trace down her sternum, between the swell of her covered breasts, I follow the line of gray fabric emblazoned with the Wolves logo, all the way to where it gathers around her hips.
Hooking just below the hem, I toy with the edge of my T-shirt, lifting it ever so slightly and pinching the fabric.
She bites her lip, trying to disguise a tiny noise of need. But her scent thickening gives her away. “Is that okay?” Her stomach caves a little, and the sight of her nipples tightening to press against the front of the material is enough to have me tearing the shirt to shreds.
My exhale is more of a groan than anything as I pinch the cotton, feeling how warm it is from being against her soft skin all day. “I’m barely hanging on to decency here. Yes. Very much okay.”
A gorgeous smile creeps over her lips. “I liked knowing a part of you was there, too,” she whispers.
“Did Renfro not notice?” I arch an eyebrow at her.
That makes a giggle burst out of her as she shakes her head. “I think he took one look at his hoodie and every last brain cell clicked offline.”
I’m grinning, and I don’t remember the last time I felt this light. Without a single thought of anything outside this room. Other than her, everything else has faded away into insignificance.
“Is this alright?” My hands slide under the T-shirt, lifting it just a little more.
Wren dips her chin in permission, then extends both hands up again while hitting me with a devastating smile.
“Goddamn, sweetheart.” The way I’m leaking inside my jeans, and I haven’t seen her properly naked yet. “You’re gonna be the death of me, aren’t you?”
“Kiss me first?” she murmurs as I pull the shirt away from her body, then cup her jaw. Seeing her in just a thin bra and leggings, with nipples tightly furled, poking through the simple blush-pink cotton, is so sexy, I can’t drink in the sight of her fast enough.
Wren must take my silence to mean that I’m stalling or changing my mind, because she swallows and ducks those eyes I’d gladly drown in every day.
“Just ignore me. Only if you want…” Those hesitant words are cut off straight away, as I lean forward and kiss her with all the force of longing I’ve been struggling with since that night when our worlds first collided.
She tastes exactly like the juiciest peach, warm and glowing from ripening in the sun.
My fingers slide along the side of her neck, and she fucking melts for me beneath my touch and my lips pressed against hers.
My palm settles over the front of her slender throat, giving me the perfect angle to sink against that plump mouth, until her whimpers flow freely.
Without pause, my girl lets me press my tongue forward, sliding past the seam of her lips to explore and taste and tangle together.
And the best fucking part in all of it is the way she kisses me back.
It’s slow. Unhurried. I could happily stay here like this, feeling every tiny vibration of pleasure beneath my palm as it rises up the column of her neck and pours onto my tongue.
I’d gladly lose hours hearing those needy little noises. The ones Wren is gifting, all for me.
Drawing back a little, I drag her bottom lip between my teeth, then suck down on that plush little curve. “Better not flood the place,” I rasp against her mouth.