Chapter 75
CONNOR
At the rate things are progressing here this evening, there’s no chance we’re going to be leaving before dawn.
I gently squeeze a handful of Wren’s peachy ass and let my mouth find her ear. “This is no place for all the things I want to do to you, or how long I plan on finding different ways to hear you moan, Bambi.”
She quivers from head to toe as I suck on her earlobe. Sooty lashes droop to fan against her rosy cheeks.
Our girl is a dream come to life, but I want to treat her right, even if there are so many wrong things I’m tempted to see if she’d be naughty enough to agree to.
Theo pushes out of his seat, coolly walks over to a wooden freestanding sideboard filling his office—a surface decorated with Wolves team memorabilia and where a giant frame housing a signed jersey hangs on the wall—and when he flicks open the lock, I can’t help but smirk at what is revealed inside.
It’s basically a portable nest kit. Of course, he planned for every eventuality where our girl is concerned.
“What is that?” Wren exhales with a little hitch in her breath. That peachy scent of hers is set to drown us all, and I couldn’t be happier.
“Everything we might need, just in case your heat ever happens while we’re here, sweetheart.” Theo proceeds to set his bourbon down and pulls out a series of vacuum-packed bags. A rolled mattress, blankets, pillows, the whole thing is a masterclass in organization and efficient storage.
Once again, this proves just how good Theo Brennan is at providing for our girl.
My plan for any future surprise heats would have been to toss her over my shoulder and race for the parking lot, while desperately searching for my keys.
Whereas he’s got everything we need to camp here for however long might be needed in an emergency.
Fortunately for tonight, it means a spontaneous orgy. Now that’s the type of captain’s initiative I can get behind all night long.
“Look at you winning the Boy Scout award. Got a drawer full of sex toys stashed in here somewhere, too?” I tease. However, I’m studying his reaction more closely than I want to admit. That would be really fucking hot if it were true.
“Nothing you’d be interested in.” His lips quirk as he crouches down on his haunches and unzips the biggest bag, one containing a tightly compressed mattress.
It looks ready to spring into something of a super-soft circular nest designed to mimic being sunk into the floor.
Essentially, the offspring of a life raft big enough for four and a luxury futon designed to provide optimal cushioning.
Ace goes from being a statue, hardly saying two words or breathing since we entered this room, and moves with lightning reflexes. He seizes the opportunity. As he scoops Wren up, he grunts over his shoulder at Theo and me. “You two sort all that out. We need to talk.”
Wren wriggles and gasps out a little moan as his hands seek out the hem of her shirt and his lips find her neck. “And by talk… you mean…”
“You need to turn around, little Omega.” His growl might be directed at her, but it’s enough to make my dick throb.
He bends her over the desk, fists the back of his jersey, and slides inside.
Wren’s moans fill the room along with her thick perfume as he pushes his way deep into her pussy on a single glide.
A sultry, wanton noise made with head dropped low, that leaves me lingering on the spot with mouth gone dry and cock straining to stand at full mast. I’m so hard, so greedy in the way I watch Ace drive into her repeatedly with sharp, determined thrusts, I completely lose focus on anything but them.
They look so perfect together. I’m jealous and pathetically desperate all in the same damn breath.
The filthy noise of him fucking her with hard, determined pumps of his hips makes my knot throb with the need to feel her cunt grip me like she never wants to let me go.
And after the moment we just shared on our way up here, I want to feel him treat me that way also.
I want to know how it feels to be in Wren’s position, bent over and pounded into until I’m gasping his name and falling apart.
She’s so wet, the slap of skin against skin, and slick noise of his cock plunging in and out is enough to make me leak freely at the tip.
My dick bulges to be released from the confines of my pants.
Wren is already close to the edge, judging by the way she struggles with sobs and whimpers in an effort not to moan too freely.
A solid lump hits me square in the chest.
“Quit drooling and help.” Theo tosses another of the vacuum-sealed bags of blankets and pillows my way. This time, I catch it before it hits me in the face.
“Easy for you to say, old man. You’ve already had her moaning your name.”
That makes him give me a heated look as he slowly runs his tongue over his bottom lip, followed by a crooked grin. It’s sexy and gorgeous and oh, god, I’m so fucked because I want Theo too.
“I did, didn’t I?” he muses while smoothing the edge of the unfurled mattress down. It has expanded with air, now fully cushioned. While it’s not as big as Wren’s proper nest—it’ll be a cozy fit for all of us—it’s perfect.
Only Theo Brennan would pull a move like this, and it just makes him even more attractive. Caring… handsome… charming… he’s the full fucking Alpha package, and somehow, I need to make sure I’m worthy of any of his time and attention.
“The unbearably smug asshole routine is usually my thing.” I shake my head with a groan, needing to stop and readjust myself as Wren’s whimpers are accompanied by the thickening scent of sex and peach. “Grab the other side of the sheet, would you?”
He does as I ask, with such a swagger to his step that I can’t help but stare.
I’m struggling to believe everything that has happened in the stretch of time since the game—from how possessive I felt over seeing Wren wearing Ace’s number, to Theo’s cocky attitude, to the fact my scent match is currently bent over being railed by the man I’ve been a fool for almost as long as I’ve been with the Wolves—and the reality is that I couldn’t be happier.
This night has been the opposite of anything I thought might have happened. In impossibly good and unexpectedly perfect ways.
I’m just as worked up, just as feral as if it were my number, my jersey.
I suppose when your packmates are scent matches, there’s no telling how consumed we can all become by a need as powerful as this.
On top of that… scoring that try tonight was like the bolt out of the blue. The blast that came out of nowhere. All I know is that it barely took a split second, but in that moment, I knew I had to go for it.
The moment with Ace in the elevator, that if we had been stuck in there together, I’m pretty sure we’d have been naked on the floor within seconds.
Now this?
Wren’s sobs are so sexy. She falls apart while Ace murmurs to her in Samoan.
His voice a deep rasp, gritty with the low reverberations of his praise and no doubt struggling to hold off from unloading just yet.
His hips move slowly now, driving forward with lazy thrusts.
His knot is swollen, pressing against her drenched entrance with each measured shunt forward.
His fist remains wrapped tight in the fabric of the jersey, just below his number, the heel of his palm planted in the small of her back. While he fucks her through it, her body trembles with aftershocks, and those tiny noises morph into a new kind of pleasure before long.
“Gonna stand on ceremony, Scotland? Or are you planning to be ready for our girl?” Theo bumps my elbow with his, midway through undoing his shirt buttons, waistband, with belt already hanging loose at his hips.
“You know me. Born ready.” I cup my rock-hard dick and squeeze. Partly to remind Theo what I’m bringing to the party, and partly to settle myself down.
We make speedy work of ditching our clothes. As soon as Ace can hear our girl becoming more turned on, starting to get riled up again, he pulls out. The guy lets out a hiss when his fat cock slips free, and a gush of slick coats her inner thighs.
Ace picks her up and helps shift her to her back on the mattress we’ve set out. I don’t really wait for him to move out of the way; I simply dive in, stealing her mouth, kissing her like she’s my entire reason to live.
I draw back, searching her eyes, and then find myself drifting to fix on that bond point. So much longing fills my entire chest, to the point I’m simply awe-struck, brushing my thumb over the evidence on her skin of where Theo has already bonded with her.
She strokes my face, voice dreamy. “Do it, Con. I want it.”
I’m completely taken aback. My body zaps with an electric current shooting through me, down to my toes. But I shake my head, all while my teeth ache for exactly what she’s offering.
“It’s perfect. Please.” She nods with gentle encouragement.
Fuck, what do I do here?
I want this next step with Wren—to bond with her, finally—and at the same time, I want to cross that line with Ace.
Will they hate that I’m taking that leap at the same time and asking them to both jump with me?
Will Wren be forever disappointed that I didn’t give her some fancy occasion or make it like some picture-perfect scene?
I know she was happy for Theo to bond with her while they sat in his VIP box watching a game, but surely she doesn’t want another bond while we’re here? Not in Theo’s office.
I don’t know how to do any of this.
She sees my hesitation, and my girl holds me with her soft hands cupping my face.
“Some Omegas might have this grand plan. They might want rose petals and a romantic destination booked before they’d even consider bonding.
But I want this, I want us, and I want a moment when it connects us all.
” She flicks her blue eyes to Ace. “I’m all in, on whatever that looks like for you. ”