Chapter 22
Thomas
“This place is... manly,” Violet comments with a soft laugh as she spins around, taking in my shop.
“Thanks,” I chuckle, kissing the top of her head as I pass her.
After the bullshit with Sylvia last week, the guys and I are extra protective. I love this town, and spent most of my life here. I’ve built a family, a life, a business. I’ve made some of the best friends a man could ask for.
Then I’m reminded that there are people in this town who throw their power and money around, getting whatever the fuck they want for the right price.
What's the point of having a restraining order if the law isn’t going to uphold it because of their connections?
Sylvia is out of control, a spoiled, entitled woman who thinks the world owes her everything. And it doesn’t.
I have no idea why she has her sights set on my pack and me. I’m sure there are plenty of packs that she could pick from. One that comes more from her pedigree.
Maybe it’s because she’s a Beta, and in their society, they aren't as sought after like Omegas are, or maybe she really does wish she was an Omega. The way she’s been acting, it seems like she does.
Either way, Sylvia is a problem that we don’t know how to fix.
I know Aiden still has that fear in the back of his mind that Violet is going to get overwhelmed or scared off and leave us again. But with how she acted at Nolan’s party, the way she defended our pack and stood up for what belonged to her, I know she’s ours. She’s picked us, and she’s not going anywhere.
I just need to sink my damn teeth into her neck and mark her as mine for good.
I’ve been waiting, not wanting to overwhelm her. Her bonding with Aiden took a lot out of her. She was tired for a few days after. With planning a party for our Beta, something we had no idea he wanted, and the bullshit with Sylvia... it wasn’t the right time.
Then add in her late first trimester morning sickness, and I knew I couldn’t ask.
“So, what do you do all day?” she asks me as she slowly peruses the aisles.
“I mostly sit and wait for customers,” I tell her as I make my way behind the counter to get set up for the day.
She glances up at me with a raised brow, a small smile playing on her lips. Does she know how beautiful she is? “That doesn’t sound like very much fun.”
I grin. “Sometimes it’s not, but for the most part, we’re pretty busy. There are all kinds of different forms of hunting you can do. Small game like rabbits, squirrels, lots of different kinds of smaller birds; then there's bigger game like bears, sheep, deer, moose, elk, goats, mountain lions.”
Her eyes widen. “There are mountain lions out there?” she asks, looking utterly horrified.
“Yes,” I chuckle. “All kinds of wildlife live in these mountains.”
“You mean I could be just chilling in the backyard of the house, and boom, a big old murder cat pops up?”
“It’s a possibility.” I nod. “It’s why we have things placed around the property like air horns, a few guns—stuff like that.”
“Wow,” she says, blinking. “Yeah, I’m going to have to let the girls know about that. Last thing they need is to come here for vacation and lose a limb.”
That has me chuckling. “You're adorable, you know that?”
“Thanks.” She grins. “You're not too bad yourself, big guy.” She winks before going back to looking at all the items for sale.
Yup, I’m obsessed, that's for sure.
“What else can you kill around here, Mr Mountain Man?” I can see the cheeky grin on her sinful lips, and it makes my cock twitch. This Omega has a way of making me feral just by looking at her.
“We have some wild turkeys that love to come down onto our lands. For the most part, we leave them alone but if there becomes too many, we provide most of the town with Thanksgiving or Christmas lunch.”
“Damn.” She blows out a breath. “That's savage.”
“Very much so,” I say with amusement.
She makes her way around the store. I should be going back to get the cash ready for the till, but I’m too entranced by my Omega. I love watching her. The way she moves, her body language, her smile, and the way her brow furrows when she’s looking at something that interests her.
“I can feel you watching me,” she sing-songs, snapping me out of the trance she’s put me under.
I jolt back and clear my throat. “Stop being sexy, and I won't stare,” I grumble.
“Sorry. Not possible, next!” She shouts back.
A laugh vibrates in my chest as I head into the back to grab the till drawer.
Today is going to be a long day. I can’t fucking wait.
A few hours into the workday, Violet has taken it upon herself to help organize things. And honestly, she’s pretty good at it.
“Are you sure you’ve never worked in retail?” I ask her as I take a look at all the changes.
“Actually, I have,” she laughs, pulling herself up so that she’s sitting on the front counter. “Got my first job at sixteen at the mall. Worked at a clothing store.”
“And how did you like that?” I ask, making my way over to her.
She shrugs, her braid hanging over her shoulder, moving with her motions. My hand itches to wrap around it. And I can imagine doing just that as I fuck her from behind.
Shaking my head, I curse my dick for perking up.
Her lips twitch, telling me she can smell my arousal. It’s hard being around her this long, in close proximity, and not wanting to eat her alive. She smells amazing, she’s gorgeous as hell, and I’ve been aching to get my cock inside her for ages now.
Only reason I haven’t is because I know I won’t be able to hold back in knotting her, and I sure as fuck won’t be able to stop myself from leaving my mark on her.
“It got me a discount on the style of clothes I liked, which were very pricey at the time. Helped save my paychecks from going all to my wardrobe.”
I walk over to her until I’m standing between her legs, an arm on each side of her thighs, my lips inches away from hers.
She swallows hard, and I smirk as her apple pie perfume fills the air.
It takes everything in me to keep my hands to myself, so I curl them into fists as my eyes stare into hers.
“And what would you use your money on then?” I ask, voice low and husky.
“Food, of course.” She grins, but I can see the arousal bright in her eyes.
The way she reacts to us from just a simple touch, look, or smile means something. And fuck if it doesn’t mean everything to all of us.
“Ah, yes. Food is good,” I murmur, my eyes dropping to her lips. She licks them, taking a shuddering breath.
“And boys,” she adds on.
My eyes snap up to hers, brow furrowing as a low growl forms in my chest. She grins in amusement.
“Boys?” I grunt in annoyance.
“Oh, yeah. I had all the boys after me.” She smiles wider. “Most of my friends were guys. I’d go to all sorts of places with them. The movies, concerts, and parties—you know, stuff like that.”
“How many of these friends thought they had a right to touch my Omega?” I growl, leaning forward and brushing my lips against hers.
She laughs. “You didn’t even know me back then.”
“Doesn’t mean you still weren't mine,” I huff. “It was written in the stars.”
“Look at you,” she laughs, pure joy lighting up her face. “You're so jealous.”
Tucking my face into her neck, I growl before nipping at her throat.
Her laughter dies, turning into a low moan. “I don’t like the thought of someone else touching what's mine.” I move up slowly, taking her earlobe into my mouth and sucking hard. “I don’t want to find out how many people you’ve been with or who, because I’m telling you right now, baby girl.” I move back so that I can look at her hungry eyes. “I’d kick all of their asses.”
“Thomas,” she whimpers, squirming in her spot.
Grinning, I press a kiss to her nose. “Lunchtime,” I tell her, taking a step back.
She lets out a growl in protest as I make my way to the front door and lock it, flipping the sign around to let people know I’ll be open again in a half hour.
“You’re mean,” she huffs, her pretty blue eyes shooting daggers at me.
“No. I’m not,” I counter. “We’re at work, Violet. And as much as I want to take you over this desk right now, I can’t.”
“Like fuck you can’t,” she growls.
My eyes widen as I let out a surprised chuckle. She’s a feisty little thing sometimes, and it’s a major turn on. Seeing her and Nolan team up to get under Aiden’s skin is a lot of fun.
“What we need to be doing now is eating.”
Heading into the back, I grab the food I brought with me from the fridge and bring it out to Violet, who’s still sitting on the counter pouting. Only she’s spun around and is now facing away from the front of the store, legs up on the counter and crossed under her.
She looks cute today, embracing plaid. She’s wearing a white t-shirt and a red and black button-up. Only the buttons are not done up, showing off her ever-growing breasts. They are fucking fantastic, so big and plump. I want to watch them swallow my cock as I fuck them.
“When you said we need to be eating, I didn’t think you meant me,” she says in amusement. My eyes snap up from her breasts to her face. Shit, she caught me staring.
“How about you be a good girl and let your Alpha feed you.” I clear my throat, bringing the food over and placing it down on the counter.
“Or... I could feed you.” She wiggles her eyebrows.
Trust me, I want nothing more than to feast on her pretty pink pussy right now. But now is not the time.
Does she know how much she’s killing me right now? How much I fucking crave her?
Closing my eyes, I try to take in a steadying breath, only I just inhale her tempting scent, and my mouth starts to water. Not to mention how my cock is painfully straining against my zipper. Not a good feeling.
“Violet,” I huff out.
“Yes, Alpha?” she replies in a sweet tone. I open my eyes to find her batting her lashes at me.
“You're being a brat,” I warn, raising a brow.
“Who, me?” She gasps, placing her hand on her chest. “I would never.”
My lips twitch with a smile. Opening the lunch kit, I show her what's inside. “What do you want first? Strawberries or cheese and crackers.” I have more in here if she wants it, but with her stomach being unpredictable, I don’t want her eating anything too heavy and end up feeling sick. I do a good job at keeping the bathroom clean, but it’s not up to par for what I want for my Omega to be hanging her head over.
Without taking her eyes off me, she answers, “Strawberries.”
Why does she have to say it like that? With her voice all low and sensual like.
Well, if she wants to play that game, I can, too.
I don’t look away as I reach for the container. Opening the lid, I take one out and raise it to her lips.
She parts them, and my heartbeat kicks up a few notches. She blinks a few times as she leans in and wraps them around the berry.
I bite the inside of my cheek as I hold back my groan. She bites down, some of the juice dripping down her lip as she chews. But it’s the moans she releases that have me ready to say fuck it all.
Leaning forward, I lick the juice from her lip.
She sucks in a breath and whimpers, “Thomas.”
Who the fuck am I kidding? I have no control when it comes to my Omega.
Growling, I grab the back of her head and press my lips to hers. She moans against my lips, parting hers so I can deepen the kiss, our tongues dancing together.
She tastes sweet from the strawberry, making me growl as I devour her.
Without breaking the kiss, she changes her position so that she’s no longer sitting criss-cross but sitting normally so she can wrap her legs around my waist.
“Fuck!” I growl, ripping my lips away from her as I gasp for air, pressing my forehead against hers. “What are you doing to me, Omega?”
“Nothing yet,” she pants out. “But what I’d like you to be doing... is getting that fat Alpha cock inside me.”
“Fucking hell,” I groan.
“No. Fucking me.” She even cracks jokes at a time like this.
I chuckle and groan.
“We’re at work,” I chastise her, pulling back to see the need on her beautiful face.
“But you locked the door.” She digs her heels into my ass and rolls her hips.
I groan, the feeling of her grinding against my cock nearly bringing me to my knees.
“Violet, once I’m in you, I won’t be able to hold back.”
“Yes, you can,” she pleads. “Just fuck me. Hard and fast. Please?” she begs. “I want to feel you inside me. You don’t have to knot me, just fill me with your cum.”
“Violet,” I warn, feeling my control slip.
“Alpha, please. Your Omega needs you.”
Damn it! She’s not playing fair. And there’s no chance in hell I can deny her now.
With a savage growl, I yank her ass to the edge of the counter. Wrapping my arm around her back, I use my free hand to carefully push her back.
Once she’s lying on the counter, I untangle her legs from my waist.
“You’re such a naughty fucking Omega,” I growl, tugging her boots off before I start to unbutton her jeans.
She whimpers, eyes on me as she breathes heavily with excitement and arousal.
Grabbing the waistband of her jeans, I tug them down past her ass, along with her panties, and pull them off her, tossing them to the ground.
“Look at you,” I groan, placing her feet on the counter, her knees bending. I hold them open wide as my eyes devour her messy cunt. “Is all this slick for me, baby girl?”
“Yes,” she moans.
“You're already making a mess of my counter, Violet,” I murmur. “So much slick. Let me clean you up a bit.”
Bending down, I swipe my tongue up her slit, gathering as much as I can. Big mistake. The moment it hits my taste buds, something inside me snaps.
A feral growl fills the air around us as I go in for another taste and then another until I’m eating her perfect pussy like it’s my last meal. She screams my name before cumming all over my face.
“Good fucking girl,” I growl as she comes down from her orgasm, body still shaking. Quickly, I shove down my jeans and pull my throbbing cock out.
Pre-cum leaks from the tip, my balls full, and my knot aching.
“Do you have any idea how fucking obsessed I am with you, Violet,” I growl, gripping her hips as I bring my cock to her entrance.
“Thomas,” she moans, lost to her own need. “Please.”
I chuckle, rubbing the tip against her swollen clit. She moans and slick gushes free. “I love how needy you are for me, Omega. Fucking gushing like a damn geyser. You want my cock, baby girl?”
“Yes,” she whimpers.
“Shhh. I’ll give it to you. Don’t you know by now, Violet, I’d give you the whole damn world,” I promise as I shove forward, impaling my Omega on my cock until her lower lips brush against my knot.
She cries out, back arching off the counter as she claws at it.
A loud moan leaves me as her tight pussy grips my cock for dear life.
It’s a good thing she said she wanted hard and fast because there’s no way I’m going to be able to take my time with her right now.
A wave of possessiveness takes over me, and all I see is white-hot need.
I grip her hips, pull all the way out, and thrust back in, growling, “Mine.”