23. Shiloh
Chapter 23
Shiloh
Honestly, I’m ready to give Cole head in the elevator as he holds all of my dresses, but the doors open to the floor with our bedrooms.
“Why don’t you head up to Mack’s office,” he says, and I furrow my brows at him. “I’ll be up later,” he says, kissing the side of my face and the doors shut behind him.
What the hell?
Not that I’m not excited to see Mack. I did miss him all day, but does Cole realize he’s passing up a blow job right now?
I shake the thought away as I use the scooter to make my way down the hall. As happy as I am about having the boot and more mobility, I’m not taking the doctor’s orders lightly. I don’t want to be back in a cast, especially before the gala.
I knock on Mack’s office door and there’s some shuffling. He opens the door just wide enough to let his large Alpha frame through, and I give him a look of confusion.
“Are you working? I can come back later.”
“No, I um…I have a present for you,” he says, clearing his throat.
Out of all the Alphas, Mack is the most nervous. He blushes the most, and I find it endlessly endearing.
“More presents? All this spoiling is going to go to my head,” I joke, and his neck flushes.
“If you don’t like it, it’s okay.” He’s so nervous as he opens the door to his office, which is the same as it was last time, minus one very large pink detail.
Next to all his dark black and green is a pink desk, with a pink and white chair, with a shiny monitor on it.
Mack pulls out the chair. “It has a recliner for your foot. I just thought maybe you’d be interested in playing some games with me, or your own games while I stream. I thought you might like The Sims or Stardew Valley.”
I sit down on the chair and feel so overwhelmed I can’t help it when I whimper and try to hold back raw emotion.
Mack gets down on one knee, his hands rubbing on my thigh.
“Fuck, I’m sorry. I’ll get rid of it.”
“No. I love it,” I say, scrubbing my face, trying not to be a little baby about the amount of kindness I’ve been on the receiving end of.
“What’s wrong? I’ll fix it,” Mack says and I laugh, which is slowly making the tears go away. The poor Alpha is looking at me like I’m crazy.
I lick my lips and try to be as vulnerable with him as he was with me the other night.
“My exes would buy me stuff, clothes, nest items, but they never bought me meaningful gifts. And a lot of the time when they bought me things, it felt transactional. Like they bought me this dress, so I needed to shut up and do what they said.”
“I would never?—”
“I know, let me finish,” I say softly, and he nods, his thumbs still massaging my thighs. “Jonah got me the scooter when it wasn’t even something I knew existed. Then he took me to get all the crafts I could ask for and told me I could do them anywhere in the house. Cole took me to the doctors today. The last time someone went to the doctor with me was my Gran when I was a kid. No one else ever cared that much. Then he bought me a ton of dresses, not even blinking an eye. You all added me to your pack bank account. Then this.” I wave over to the computer setup. “You did this so we could spend time together while you’re working and you made it something that would interest me.”
Poor Mack looks so confused, so I grab his handsome, perfect jaw.
“They aren’t sad tears. They’re happy ones, because I’ve never felt so seen. Thank you for seeing me.”
He grabs the back of my neck, pressing our lips together in a rough kiss. Gone is the apprehensive Mack. Right now he feels all Alpha as he kisses me.
I think words are hard for him sometimes, but I can feel everything in the kiss, that he feels just as seen as I do. That’s always what I wanted. A pack that sees me and I see them in return. It’s what a relationship should be.
“You're impossible not to see,” he whispers against my lips and I need him so bad, I ache.
I grab the collar of his shirt, and he knows what I want, as he tugs the cotton over his head, exposing his chest.
There’s got to be a home gym somewhere in this house, because there’s no way he can look like that from gaming all day.
His Adam’s apple bobs as I hold my arms up and he helps me out of my dress. His mouth peppering kisses along my throat and the top of my breasts. Mack’s large hands span my waist as he stands and picks me up easily.
He’s careful as he sits on the massive cushion and places me on his lap.
Being on top is my favorite position. “Did I climb all over you guys like this when I was in heat?” I ask.
“Mmm. I like it. I like being able to see all of you while you ride my cock.”
His gritty words compared to how soft and sweet he usually is has me wet, my panties sticking to my pussy as I press down on his covered length.
“Your scent drives me fucking crazy, baby,” he says, the bridge of his nose sliding against my throat, before his tongue follows, licking a stripe to my jaw.
I put a hand between us, tugging down his pants. He takes mercy on me, lifting up his ass, sliding down the pants and leaving me a gratuitous view of his thick shaft.
His thumb pushes my panties to the side, rubbing my wet clit, before he adjusts me, sliding me down his length.
I moan at the stretch, and more than anything I let myself have this moment. This isn’t some pheromone driven act. No, we both want it this time. We both chose it with no outside factors, and it makes it that much sweeter.
Mack holds on to my waist, watching where his dick is sliding in and out of me, his knot teasing my entrance. He has no issue with me setting the pace, or the way my nails dig into his muscular shoulders.
He truly does like to watch as I take control, setting the pace. It has my Omega ego growing even larger. At this point, it’s going to be bigger than this house with the way they’re all treating me.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he says, and I lean more of my bodyweight on him, kissing him hungrily as my hips shift against his.
Mack grabs my ass cheeks, spreading me wide, while using a little of his strength to move my body up and down.
“Right there,” I pant against his lips.
Our skin is sticky with slick, the sound of our flesh slapping echoing in the room as he raises his hips harder, fucking me from below.
The lace of my panties is rubbing against my clit, and he tugs them even harder against my ass and I fall apart.
It feels like my legs are going numb as my orgasm hits me, and he takes that moment to shove his knot deep inside of me, making me scream with pleasure.
His hold on me is near bruising as he grabs my chin and makes out with me while he fills me with his cum. He doesn’t stop as he reaches his peak or as the size of his knot goes down. His breaths mingle with mine, and my lips are nearly going numb from all the kissing.
I feel lighter than I ever have. I feel cherished.
Mack’s knot releases us, making a mess, and I worry about the state of his massive chair. But when he pulls back and looks at me with metaphorical hearts in his eyes, I couldn’t care less about the chair. All I care about is that he looks at me this way for the rest of my life.
“Thank you for my gift,” I say and he smiles, a small dimple forming on his right cheek.
“Thank you,” he says, resting his forehead on my chest. He doesn’t say what for, and I don’t ask, because I think he feels the same way I do; thankful to have found each other and have this moment.
I push his dark brown hair out of his face and kiss him one more time, before rising on my knees.
Mack holds my waist and watches as a trail of slick and cum slides down my thigh. We’re both pink in the face when his eyes meet mine.
He nods his head. “Bathroom is right there. I’ll go grab you some comfy clothes from your room.”
“Actually, can I wear yours?” I ask, his neck even redder than before.
“Yeah, I’d love that.”
I bite my bottom lip and make my Omega walk of shame, slick dripping all the way to the bathroom. Butterflies flap in my stomach and maybe before I was leary this was all too good to be true. But right now?
Right now I know without a doubt I haven’t made the same mistake twice. This is my pack.
I’m not sure how much time passes as Mack games, and I sit in my fancy new desk chair and play The Sims. The game is addictive, and I couldn’t help myself when I made an Omega have a hoard of Alphas, but things are starting to get a little fucked up with the dynamic.
Mack leans over, his one ear exposed so he can hear me. We’ve spoken while he streams and he doesn’t have an issue with that. His fans are well aware that he’s taken and that he clearly likes spending time with me. They just don’t know what I look like or who I am.
“What are you doing?” he asks with a furrowed brow.
“He was fighting with all the other Alphas, so he had to go,” I reply as I put up the last wall around the pool, waiting for Justin to drown and die a slow death. He was fighting with Vere and Timothy, he had to go.
Mack blinks at me, and he must notice the open spreadsheet on the side of the page.
“What’s that?”
“Um. Nothing,” I say, closing out of the tab.
“Hmm,” he mumbles, returning to his stream. “No, my Omega isn’t a real murderer,” he replies, which makes me laugh.
Mack’s office door cracks open, and suddenly large hands are on my shoulders. When I look up, it's Jonah’s smiling face. He kisses the top of my head and then looks at my screen.
“Is that a graveyard?” he asks.
I clear my throat. Okay, so maybe building the largest pack and deleting the Alphas who cause problems wasn’t the most sane thing to do.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I say, moving the mouse so I’m back over at my Sims home.
“How many fucking Alphas does she have?”
“Well, she had eighteen at one point. We’re down to eleven.”
“She’s killing them by building walls around the pool,” Mack unhelpfully joins in.
“Also starved one in the basement, and another from over exercising,” I reply.
Mack just shrugs, like there’s nothing he can do about the power he’s given me by introducing me to this new game, and he’s right.
“What do you want for dinner, Shiloh?” Jonah says my name and my eyes widen as I look at Mack. He’s trying his best to hold it together.
Jonah grimaces, but we act like it didn’t happen. Maybe a lot of fans didn’t hear, or even if they did, it’s just my first name. It should be fine.