23. Finley
Finley
"Little dove, we need to head out for the pack dinner," Zander whispered in my ear as he pressed kisses along the side of my face. "The others have already left to get things set up. We hate to wake you, but we let you sleep as long as we could."
Letting out a grunt, I rolled onto my back and looked up at his silver gaze. He watched me with such tenderness that I couldn’t help but smile at him. "How long have I been out?"
"Only two hours, but with how crazy things have been the last few days, we thought you needed whatever sleep you could get. If you want to change, I brought some clothes with me since I knew you didn't have any at the pack house," Zander offered.
Sitting up, I kissed him, marveling at how thoughtful and caring he was. Yeah, he's a bit possessive and growly, but I had a feeling I was seeing a side of him not many did. He was softer if you will.
“I missed you,” I murmured, resting my forehead against his.
Zander started to purr at my words. “I missed you too, little dove.”
He peppered my face with kisses until he reached my lips, leaning into the kiss and pressing me down amidst the blankets.
Shifting, he straddled my hips and yanked the hoodie off of me so he could slide his hands under my t-shirt to cup my breasts.
I arched into him, begging for him to touch me more, craving his attention and desire for me.
"You, little dove, are trouble on so many levels, you know that? How can they expect me to let you leave here when the scent of your need is so thick in the air," Zander whispered along my neck as he moved lower.
I moaned when he shucked up my shirt and latched onto one of my nipples, rolling his tongue, encouraging them to peak.
Reaching up, I grabbed hold of his hair, encouraging him to continue what he was doing, while his other hand snaked into my sweatpants.
His fingers dipped between my legs, and it was now his turn to groan as he felt how wet I was for him.
"Please, Zander, don't tease me," I begged as he flicked a finger over my clit, making me jerk.
Zander nuzzled his face into my stomach. "Don't you fret. I'll make sure to take care of you, my mate."
Nipping on his way down, he pulled off my sweats and then shoved down his jeans, letting his proud cock free, hard and ready for action.
I knew this wasn't going to be a slow and intimate moment.
We were both hungering for each other, and the only way to handle it was to give in to the moment and revel in each other.
He slid two fingers in me, checking whether I was ready, causing me to let out a shout.
As quickly as the fingers came, they left, only to be replaced with his dick thrusting in to the hilt, making my back bow with the onslaught of pleasure.
"Oh god yes!" I cried, digging my nails into his shoulders as I held on.
He let himself enjoy the moment of being fully connected before he started to thrust into me earnestly.
Never was I more thankful for the thick padding of blankets because this mate of mine was trying to fuck me through the floor.
There was no holding back. He was taking what he wanted from me, and I was more than happy to give it to him, meeting him thrust for thrust. Growling, he captured my lips.
The battle continued as we fought to take control of the kiss, but I met him head on.
I could feel my orgasm building as his knot started to expand, hitting those places only the knot could.
The sensation was easy to get addicted to, and I wondered how other women could survive if they never got a taste of this in their lives.
Zander grunted, teeth latching on to my neck as he became fully locked to me, giving short thrusts that sent me right off the cliff, screaming out my pleasure.
His poured his seed into me adding to my climax in a way I never thought possible.
Rolling us to lay on our sides, he brushed my hair out of my face, eyes full of wonder. "How the world decided that I should be so blessed with you I will never understand, but if they think they can ever take you from me, I will burn it all down."
I grinned at him, swirling my hips to send shockwaves through us both as I kissed along his chest and up his neck. "I might not be thrilled to be an omega, but if it gave me you and the others, I can't be too upset about it, now can I?"
"I know you still have so many questions, little dove, and I have some answers for you. But I would like to get through this pack meal first. We can all talk about it tomorrow after a good night's sleep," Zander said, kissing me on the nose. "That alright with you?"
"Yes, alpha," I whispered. With a purr, Zander started to thrust into me again. It would seem he liked being called alpha. I would have to store that away for later. Right now, my brain was taken over by yet another orgasm.
Twenty minutes later, I was cleaned up and dressed in the clothes that Zander had brought me.
I had to admit his taste wasn't bad; he kept things functional, warm, and stylish, which was more than I could say for my previous wardrobe. Being an assassin meant going undercover so often I’d never quite figured out what my style was.
Growing up, we had been given a uniform to wear for training, and many times we defaulted to black because it showed less of the stains we acquired during our jobs.
Not to mention it kept you less noticeable, which was the number one priority of an assassin.
“Is it normal for werewolves to heal this fast? My ankle is fully healed like nothing even happened,” I shared as we walked hand in hand to the pack gathering.
Zander scowled at the mention of me being hurt, but he did answer my question.
“Us shifters can heal incredibly fast and even more so if we shift. You have to add in the fact that you’re an elf, too.
That adds their healing abilities to the equation.
Many elves have healing magic, which is likely why you feel so rested and rejuvenated after taking that nap. ”
“Is that something you learned from your meeting?” I pressed, hoping he would give me more.
“Yes and no,” was the vague answer I received.
The night was cold enough that I could see my breath, but it was still pleasant.
A massive bonfire lit up the space as we approached, adding heat along with the space heaters under the pavilion where the picnic tables were set up.
Lane was working one of the grills while another person helped him with the burgers and hotdogs.
Noah and Mason manned the table with all the condiments and sides available, keeping the kids from stealing bags of chips.
Colt was chatting with a few members of the pack, but when we caught his eye, he stopped talking, and a smile lit up his face.
Excusing himself, he headed right over to us, scooped me up into his arms, and twirled me around.
"Little one, I don't know what magic you used during that nap we took, but I feel better than I've felt in ages!" he announced, kissing me soundly before setting me down. "Are you ready to meet everyone?"
I gave him a half-hearted smile. "Ready as I'll ever be, I guess. I've never been a fan of being the center of attention; it goes against everything I've been taught."
"Everything will be fine, I promise, and you have the six of us backing you up. You won't be doing this alone," Colt reassured as he took my hand and headed for the pavilion.
Jumping up on one of the tables, he let out a shrill whistle that caught everyone's attention, bringing an immediate silence to the gathering. I stood next to the table with Zander at my back as my other mates and soon-to-be mates joined us.
"I know you've all been wondering what the occasion is for this pack dinner and about the events of earlier today.
Well, now is the time you all get to be filled in.
Questions will be answered, but first I would like to introduce our newest pack member.
" Reaching down, Colt extended a hand to me, easily pulling me up, and Lane and Zander joined us as well.
"This is Finley. Through a tragic turn of events, she was bitten by a lost wolf from our pack, making her ours to claim. When we left four days ago to retrieve her from New York, I also discovered that she’s my mate, along with Lane and Zander's as well. "
This caused the whole crowd to gasp before murmurs started to flutter throughout the crowd.
"Believe me, I was just as shocked as you all when it happened. We’re still investigating what has brought on this occurrence, but for now it doesn't really make a difference.
Finley is also an omega. For those of you who don't know what that means, our pack is truly blessed to have such a gift. Omegas are the lunch pin of a pack, caring for those around them in a way an alpha never could. I hope you’ll make Finley feel as welcome as you have every other new member that has come to our pack.
Just know that anything less than the respect she deserves as mate to your alphas will not be tolerated," Colt stated, making sure he put alpha command behind those words.
"Zander has been a lone alpha on our pack lands, and we have not yet determined how things will go with sharing a mate, but we ask that you respect his rank while we figure out what is best for this pack and the mate that we share. "
The pack was divided in their reactions to all that Colt shared, but none seemed to be of the mindset of Craig, so that was a plus.
I was helped off the table, and the gathering started up again as Colt led me into the crowd near the bonfire.
Many of the pack members came up to greet me, shaking my hand or giving me a hug.
Then three ladies approached us, and a smile grew on Colt’s face.
"Good evening, Katie, Peggy, Milly," Colt greeted. "Allow me to personally introduce you to my mate Finley. As you heard, she is brand new to our pack."
They had to be sisters; the resemblance between them was too similar to not be related in some way.
They all had the same blonde hair in different lengths and styles along with the similar face shapes.
Milly seemed to be the oldest, with soft wrinkles around her hazel eyes, but I wouldn't say by much.
Granted, when you could easily live to be two hundred, telling someone's age was tough.
Katie had bright green eyes that watched me with excitement, a smile tugging at her lips, while Peggy narrowed her chocolate brown eyes as me with a slight frown.
“I hope that you three might show her the ropes of pack life while she adjusts?” Colt encouraged, turning to me to watch my reaction.
"Of course, alpha, it would be an honor to assist your mate in transitioning into pack life," Katie answered, giving in to the smile she'd been fighting. “Finley, would you like to join us so we can introduce you to a few other ladies?”
I got a warm and friendly energy coming off of her standing this close while others got lost in the flurry of people much like a conversation in a crowd.
Even still, part of me hesitated at going off with them, but I knew this would be part of my life now.
I needed to stand on my own two feet. Having my mates around me all the time wouldn’t give me a chance to do that. “Sounds good to me.”
“Don’t worry, Alpha Colt. We’ll make sure to keep an eye on her.” Katie beamed as she took my arm in hers.
"I would expect nothing less from the McAlister sisters." Colt smiled and kissed my temple before giving my hand a squeeze. "You sure you’re alright to hang with them without me?"
Nodding, I looked back at the sisters with a tentative smile.
The life of an assassin didn't breed friendships, and I had always been one to prefer working alone, so the concept of 'girlfriends' was one I was not practiced in.
Sure, I could fake it and play the role, but I'd never had the need to develop real friends.
"Go on, Alpha Colt. We'll look after her," Milly assured, waving him off when he lingered, not confident in my response.
He flicked his gaze over to the sister then back to me. "Elias is around if you need him."
"I'll be fine," I sighed, knowing he wouldn't leave until I gave him an answer.
After one more kiss and a nuzzle, he left to go help, leaving me to face off with three sisters whose attention was focused solely on me.