Chapter 74
WREN
Ifaintly acknowledge the sound of the door opening behind me, but it’s almost impossible to focus on anything other than the commanding stroke of Theo’s fingers inside me.
He had every moment planned as soon as the game finished. Whisking us both to be secluded in the privacy of his office, without the risk of anyone else making their way in here other than Connor and Atlas. And oh, how he has made sure I don’t have a second to think about anything but my Alpha.
I’m seated on his desk, with my panties pulled to one side, and my legs spread.
It’s all I can do to hold myself upright, leaning back on my hands to brace my weight as he torments me.
Deliciously so. The way he’s made it his mission to tease my body right to the edge, over and over, is wicked.
He’s also playing a game of chess, by ensuring I’m positioned with my back to the door, so I can only imagine the sight I present as they walk in.
I’ve been lost to just how desperately I need to come.
All inhibitions seem to leave me when my bonded scent match takes control, sweet-talking me into submission.
Theo Brennan has a spell over me, I’m certain.
He kept me dangling on a string, pliant and obeying his every command, because what could possibly be more important than agreeing to my Alpha’s promises to reward me for being such a good girl for him?
Theo knows just how to show my Omega nature what she craves, even if I’m still figuring so many aspects of this out for myself.
Giving me endless reassurance and smooth words to ensure I stay right where I am and allow him to play with me however he pleases, it’s all too easy to melt beneath his careful attention.
Apparently, I’m an Omega who is all too eagerly swayed by my handsome Alpha, and our bond, it would seem. Zero complaints. Five gold stars. His fingers need to stay right where they are and keep that pace.
Over the rush of blood in my ears, I hear Connor and Atlas lock the door and come closer.
I love that they’re taking their time to look at me, and I’m also preening with the heady rush of their scents.
The two of them combined are sexy, and mouthwatering, and so powerful I could be mistaken for thinking they’ve been having their own misadventure before joining us.
God, I hope they have.
When I cast a look over my shoulder, a little shyly at the prospect of starting without them, my Alphas are a sight to behold.
They always look otherworldly after a match—freshly showered and with the satisfaction of a win humming beneath their skin—but tonight there’s something else there that makes them seem more devilishly handsome than ever.
Pure desire and intensity billows off them. A silent strength and power that steals my breath for themselves.
Theo must sense it too. He curls his fingers inside me, rubbing that spot he knows will make my vision go blurry, spine arch, and knees drop wider. His constant stream of praise doesn’t let up. A continuous, steady glide of rewards flows off his tongue.
“That’s it, sweetheart. You look so beautiful when you tremble. Show us just how good our little Omega is. They got here just in time for you to drive us all wild with that thick peachy scent of yours we’re addicted to.”
He keeps tormenting me perfectly with a slow, methodical pace. My lashes droop as I continue to peek over my shoulder and shudder with anticipation.
Just as a whimper escapes my lips, a ghost of a plea to hopefully entice him to finally touch my swollen clit, he lets out a satisfied rumble of appreciation.
He doesn’t give me the relief I’m arching and panting for but instead gives me approval and appreciation down our bond for the mess I’ve been reduced to in such a short space of time.
“Such a good girl.” As Theo hums with deep, masculine noise, he wedges a third finger inside.
My soft sob fills the room, and I can’t do anything but writhe in the clutches of this particular brand of exquisite pleasure, all while he rocks his hand back and forth.
But he won’t give me enough to get there.
He moves just slow enough in his strokes that it leaves me riding close to the edge, but not quite tipping beyond the point of no return.
He won’t allow me to come. My limbs tremble with need and urgency for him to speed up, to give in, and allow me to have exactly what I want.
And what I want is someone’s knot.
“Is this all for them?” Theo murmurs with the kind of intensity that makes my pussy clench around his hand, slick gushing obscenely to no doubt make a mess of his desk. “Is this all for your Alphas who just played the game of their lives?”
I blink through the overwhelming sensation, and when I look at Connor, there’s something wild, a rabid expression taking over his smirk. A predator ready to pounce and devour me whole.
Oh, shit.
My nipples ache, breasts heavy and full as the tightly furled buds brush against the inside of the shirt I’m wearing.
“Well… I guess that confirms you got my text.” Theo sounds far too smug for his own good as his hand moves between my thighs.
“Wh—what did you do?” I gasp as he hits the spot that makes me see stars.
All that does is make him chuckle darkly. I can hear the smirk playing on his lips without needing to look down at the man strumming my body with expert rhythm.
Connor looks like he doesn’t know whether to rip the shirt off me, or bend me over while wearing it.
And then there’s Atlas. He remains standing at his side, staring at me with the type of fierce expression that feels like I’ll turn to smoking embers before long.
The type of tight-jawed, eyes-blazing expression that I used to mistakenly think was his disdain for me.
Oh, how wrong I was all that time. Now I know what that look truly means.
He hasn’t said anything, hasn’t made a move, and somehow that makes all of this even hotter.
Atlas Palamo watches me wear his number on my back with the kind of heat behind his gaze that makes me believe if I dared move from this spot, he’d hunt me to the ends of the earth.
“Goddamn do I hate how much I love seeing you in that number, Bambi.” Connor scrubs a palm over his stubbled mouth, letting out an agonized groan. That Scottish brogue coming through thicker with arousal. “Couldn’t get the sight of you out of my mind.”
The air in Theo’s office crackles.
“You knew?” Atlas sounds wrecked. The way his voice drops a register, going low and gravelly, it’s clear he’s barely hanging on by a thread. His strong throat dips, a muscle pulses frantically in the side of his chiseled jaw.
“Since before kickoff. Thanks to this motherfucker sending me a photo.” Connor tilts his chin at Theo, and something flickers down our bond.
That sense that there’s a far deeper connection between the two of them, if only they’ll finally get to a place where they can openly express themselves and figure it out.
I want nothing more than for my pack to all be together.
Maybe I’ll have to take matters into my own hands to encourage them to be less worried about all their focus needing to be on their Omega.
Of course, we’re genetically wired that way; all our Alpha and Omega instincts are to be connected on a primal level with our chemistry and scent matches being so commanding and in the driver’s seat.
But I can’t imagine a world where my pack isn’t intertwined on a deeper level.
I’ve seen enough to know that they have more of a bond than simply being two Alphas I’m hopelessly gone for.
Theo takes that moment to ease back in his chair, not pulling his clever fingers away from my pussy, but with his free hand, he collects the drink he’d poured for himself earlier when we first came in here.
Ice cubes clink inside his glass as he swirls the aged bourbon, relaxed as you like, and takes a sip.
“Scouts were suitably impressed. You can thank me when you’re contracted to be wearing the Scottish thistle at the World Cup. ”
It feels more depraved than I know how to handle, that this man has three fingers inside my cunt, and yet he’s calmly discussing something as simple as player contracts.
In fact, it’s turning me on in a way I couldn’t have imagined would be possible before finding my pack.
“Brennan knows how to play dirty,” Connor muses, clearly sensing my perfume going crazy.
“Should’ve known better than to presume otherwise.” He raises his glass their way.
“Bambi, you’ve never been more mouthwatering, I swear to god.
” The groan that comes out of Connor is almost desperate, a little pleading.
“Gonna come over here and give us a proper look at you, beautiful girl? I’m nothing but a pathetic, weak man who needs to look at your pretty pussy before I lose my mind. ”
Theo’s eyes lock with mine, and he gives me a wink, indulges me in one last firm stroke, one final moment of reminding me just how well he knows how to command my body, before easing his hand away.
He leans forward to tenderly kiss the inside of my knee, then slowly raises his fingers to his mouth to lick up my arousal and clean the mess I’ve made all over his hand.
“So sweet,” he says, voice deep and steady.
“I think your Alphas deserve to see you properly, hmm? Since you’ve got them panting for you…
it only seems fair to put them out of their misery.
” Theo is a picture of confidence. An Alpha who knows what we all need, while at the same time being able to enjoy the fact he’s had me to himself so far tonight.
“Your competitive side is showing.” I hold my hands out, silently asking for help with the process of gracefully sliding off the edge of his desk.
“And I think you’ve won this round. You’ve officially turned my legs to jelly.
” My cheeks heat even more intensely when I whisper the confession in his ear.