Chapter 44 #2
“You two have been up to no good all day.” Wren melts into my firm hold and hums a little at the feel of having my chest pressed against her spine. “Aren’t you supposed to be Mr. Ultra Busy Team Owner who’s too busy for games?”
I drag my stubble over her soft skin as I place kisses up the side of her neck. “He started it.”
“Are you two actually fighting over my attention right now?”
“Do you like that, my birdie girl?” My lips curve into a tiny smile against the side of her throat. “Maybe our girl enjoys being in the middle of a little Alpha rivalry.”
“I think you might like that a little too much,” she breathes as I continue to assault her neck with more of those drugging, slow kisses that I know she will eat up… all while my erection thickens beneath her ass.
“It’s all sportsmanlike. Pinky promise.” I take that opportunity to slip my little finger beneath the edge of her panties. “Nothing his ego can’t handle.”
“You sound too damn boyish right now…” She whimpers a little, shifting her hips. “Careful, someone might think you’re truly enjoying being part of this team lineup.”
“Seems like it’s making you melt a little, baby.”
“Well, your playful side is deadly.”
That makes me chuckle. I keep running my touch back and forth.
“How badly am I going to be paying the price for this tomorrow?” She lets out a little gasp as I stroke the sensitive skin at the crease of her hip. “Connor isn’t going to go down without a fight.”
“Who?” With a dark hum, I slip my hand into her panties, cupping her drenched pussy.
“Oh, that’s not fair.”
“Unfair?” I’m definitely not sorry.
“You’re already scorching hot, and now you’re gonna go and show a side to yourself that’s a match for Connor’s ego?” she whines softly, lifting her hips to chase my touch.
Oh, so she likes that I can slip into character and play a role?
It’s definitely hot for me too, knowing that deep down I’m not actually in competition with Renfro at all, this is just a bit of fun, and definitely a game he can handle.
But it’s more fun than I realized it would be, exploring her desires, and finding something we can be happy to both give and take with.
When it comes to us each getting to spend time one-on-one with our girl, it’s important she knows that it’s never because we’re jealous or feeling animosity.
She’s so damn gorgeous, insanely attractive, and completely unexpected.
What a dream trifecta.
With my son’s girlfriend.
Fucking hell. I still trip up occasionally and have to work hard to shove that from my mind.
Whether it’s the right thing to do or not, my hands are everywhere, skating over her curves, until I dip beneath the hem of the T-shirt she’s wearing—my shirt, no less—but still when I finally brush against her bare skin.
“You’re burning up, sweetheart.” My throat tightens, voice dropping softer as concern floods my awareness.
“Are you feeling like this could be a spike?” As much as I want to fool around and enjoy having Wren to myself, taking care of her is all that matters.
It’s becoming second nature for me to seamlessly click into caretaker mode without a second’s hesitation.
Whatever my Omega needs will always be my priority.
Shaking her head, Wren makes a gentle noise of reassurance in the back of her throat.
“No, I feel fine. I’m right here with you.
” I don’t need to see her eyes to know it’s the truth.
She feels overly hot but doesn’t sound loopy or out of it.
“In fact, the only crystal-clear thing in my mind is just how much I need you right now.” Her body relaxes more against mine.
“I can go and get Renfro, if you need him here… if you want him here, too? Just say the word.” The offer comes out of me with full sincerity and without hesitation.
“Okay, well if that isn’t a glowing testimony for your attentiveness...” There’s a smile in her tone. “You’re telling me that you can be so damn close to the edge of sinking inside me, and yet you’d happily be prepared to stop and seek out my other scent match?”
“I don’t know if happily is quite the right word.
” I nip at her earlobe with a playful growl, and a peal of laughter races out of Wren as she squirms in my arms. “But yes. I’m serious.
We can have all the fun you like, but I wouldn’t ever deny you what you need…
and there will be certain things you need from your pack. ”
That makes my girl audibly sigh, contentment and pleasure rolling off her in waves of sweet scent. “How much more perfect could you be? I’m losing track of counting everything up, you know.”
“Could say the same about you, sweetheart,” I murmur, letting my hands start wandering again, pulling her tighter against me.
The fact that my girl is down to bang my brains out, not so subtly rubbing her ass against the bulge in my slacks, and I’m busy asking if she needs Renfro to join us?
The fact that I have to admit to myself that I would actually be more than okay with him being part of this?
My god. Pack life is something else, that’s for sure.
Turning her head to the side, Wren seeks out my mouth.
In return, I kiss her with the full force of just how much I want to thank her for trusting us in all of this.
I want to be the kind of Alpha who she can have unyielding faith in, who she knows will always put her needs first, without hesitation.
Even if it means sacrificing a private moment with my girl, I couldn’t care less, I’d share every single one… as long as she’s happy.
Wren Murphy might be my scent match, my girl who blindsided me when I least expected it, but she’s also doing a wonderful job of stealing my heart in the process.
This time, she pulls back just enough to speak against my lips, keeping our connection as she melts under my touch. “I’ll always need the both of you, but this is perfect, just like this.”
“I want to make sure you know just how special you are, sweetheart.” My inner caretaker keeps insisting I impress all this upon her; even if it terrifies Wren, it’s important I say it out loud.
Hell, I know what it’s like to grow up in an environment where no one knew how to say a goddamn thing, where feelings and soft sentiments were to be shoved away and ignored.
I want Wren to have a life where she can trust that I’ll always give her the words to go with the actions of the simple things, like making sure she has everything she needs for her nest. “Life for me was all about being the tough guy, with all eyes on being the right kind of athlete who would grow up to be a rugby star. My home wasn’t a place where it was easy to talk about things.
But I want you to know you can always talk to me about anything. ”
Wren brushes our lips together and nods before nudging her nose against mine. “It doesn’t come easy to me, either… the talking thing… but I promise to always try.”
A rumbling noise builds in my chest, with her soft little figure in my lap, and that thick, delicious scent mingling with my own. Words spill out before I can stop them. “I thought happiness might have passed me by; turns out I was just biding time until you came along, sweetheart.”
It’s probably too much. It’s probably way too soon.
Am I one of those Alphas who love bombs and knows no boundaries?
Fuck knows how to do any of this. How to be the scent match she needs, while being constantly wracked with guilt for being her ex’s father.
I keep reminding myself that I’m too old, that she’s going to wake up one day and wonder who the hell this guy—the fool with grays in his beard, and almost twenty years on her—is doing at her side.
But then I try to imagine how hellish life would be without having her nearby.
I think back to all that time I spent sitting in my vehicle worrying about her, wondering how to take care of her if we couldn’t be together.
And I suddenly am very uninterested in any opinions my shithead of a son might have on the matter.
He treated her like crap. I’m here to protect her and make sure she never feels alone again.
“You’re growling.” Wren giggles and starts to move her ass in a way that my cock and knot are extremely interested in. “Maybe I need to ask what’s got you so worked up?”
I reach up to cup her breasts and pinch both nipples, dragging a sharp gasp and barely stifled moan out of her.
“You certainly feel like you’re burning up. Are you sure this doesn’t feel like a heat beginning?” My words are thick with desire and need, and still, not trusting that it isn’t something more serious I need to take care of.
“No,” she moans gently, arching into my touch as I continue plucking at the stiffened buds, loving it more and more that I have the opportunity to learn and commit to memory like a playbook everything she enjoys. “It’s all you. This is what you do to me.”
“Mmm… well, in that case…” I squeeze her breast in one palm and slide my other hand down her front until I reach the waistband of her panties. “We’re going to talk about something first.”
“Noooooo.” She grinds over my cock, and I swear, I see stars.
I pinch her nipple a little harder, and the gasp she lets out is accompanied by a fresh wave of peach fragrance. “You promised. Talking.”
“This feels incredibly unfair.”
“Even now?” My hand slips her panties to one side, and I start fondling her soaking cunt. It takes everything in me not to groan at how impossibly wet she is, to stay focused on this conversation we need to have.
“Oh my god. Totally unfair. That’s cruel.” Her head drops back, legs widening in invitation.
A chuckle gusts out of me. “As much as you don’t want to hear this, sweetheart… you need to start looking at what you want for your nest.”
Her moan is still turned on but has a little tinge of a grimace there, too. It’s extremely cute. “Is it bad I haven’t been brave enough to look at it yet?” she says a little shakily as I slide my middle finger through her seam, dragging through her slick, until I brush against her swollen clit.
“Not at all.” I place a kiss against the side of her head. “It’s a big thing.” My stroke swirls around that sensitive bud. “A huge moment for an Omega. It’s okay to process that however you want…”
“Why do I sense there’s a but coming?” She lifts her hips to chase my strokes that are too slow and gentle to really do anything, except keep her attention firmly fixed on me.
“How am I supposed to survive more than one of you being this ruthless?” Her whine is basically a silent plea. There. Harder. Touch me properly.
That makes a smile twitch on my mouth. “A pack of rugby players? You’re intelligent enough to know that outcome.”
“Are you comparing my heat to a rugby match?”
“Sweat? Limbs everywhere? A high likelihood of someone pulling a muscle?” I tease.
“Oh… so that’s why you’ve been working so hard in the gym, is it?” Wren starts grinding harder against me, shifting her weight so that my throbbing, rock-hard cock presses against the damp heat of her soaked panties.
I want to laugh, but it ends up coming out more like the strained grunt of an Alpha who is getting mighty close to coming in his briefs.
“You did not just take a crack at me about my age, my birdie girl?” Slipping my hand lower, I spear two fingers inside her.
“Not while I’m playing with this perfect pussy? ”
As I start slowly finger fucking her, the wet noise is obscene, perfect music to my ears. She rolls her hips and this time makes no effort to suppress the low whimper of pleasure that escapes.
“I need to know you’re going to work on your nest. I need an answer.” My cock needs to be inside her.
“Yes,” Wren hums, her walls fluttering around my fingers as I push to the second knuckle. Slick sounding and filthy hot.
“Yes, what?” I go to pull out of her, and she damn well clamps down around me, whining at the loss of fullness.
“I’ll do it. I promise.” Her breaths are choppy. “I’ll get the rest of what I need for my nest.”
Warmth floods behind my ribcage, my heart swelling with pride and satisfaction, my cock surging, too, at that tiny admission from her lips.
“Good girl,” I murmur in her ear and curl my fingers, adding my thumb to her clit.
Rocking back and forth, the steady motion reduces my girl to a trembling beauty of a mess in my arms. Wren’s lashes droop over her flushed cheeks, her mouth hangs open, she shatters on a quiet moan and full-body, pulsating climax.
I goddamn love how blissed out and relaxed she looks.
I’ll give anything to make sure she feels like that every day of her life.