Chapter 14
Silver
A week goes by while I consider forgiving at least four out of five of pack Larsen, Munro still sitting pretty high on my shit list. In fact, that thundering ass sniffer is the only fucker on the list, holding the gold medal and wearing a sash with the words ‘worlds number one dumbass’ scrawled on them in italic script.
I spend that week still avoiding them, simply because my mind doesn't work right when they’re near. Their scents screw with me, impacting any and all rational thought, and I’ll be damned if I don’t give some serious thought to the idea of starting over with pack Larsen. Minus Munro. Fuck that annoying, sexy, infuriating, addictive, stupid asshole.
By the time Sunday afternoon rolls around, I’ve visited with Alek, called Meemaw, and FaceTimed with Juno, Evron, and Geo. I’ve completed a personal song I’ve been working on, and I’m done with several assignments, one of which includes composing a piece of lyric-less music that could be used in a range of movie genres. I have nothing left to do to keep me occupied and out of the way of pack Larsen while I still mull over Pace’s plea to give them a do over.
As soon as I send the file over to my professor, I groan and lean back in my chair, the back bending so far that I end up peering up at the ceiling in contemplation.
I could forgive them. I mean, it is really only Munro I’m upset with. Rage already apologized, and now that I understand their backgrounds a little more, I can understand the snarky retorts and knock downs any time money was mentioned. From his point of view, I can see why he’d grow angry or resentful at the little rich girl flaunting her cash when he grew up with next to nothing. Aero was already in my good graces, and I’m starting to feel bad for icing him out, along with Haze.
And Pace… it’s strange, but it’s almost like I saw a different person at the library on Monday. I’ve always thought Pace was handsome, from the first moment I met him, but seeing him relaxed and laughing? It’s a hard image to scrub from one’s brain, along with his smoke-and-leather scent that lingered long after he left.
In fact, I’ve been scenting them all over the damned house the past week, and it’s made avoiding them ten times harder than it should have been. I’m almost reluctant to acknowledge why, but it’s undeniable. I miss them. I actually miss them. Which is absurd, right? Sure, I got used to seeing them almost every day when I’d go looking for Juno to spend time with during lunch. They were always there, whether it was just Munro and Aero, or the twins, where Juno was, there was usually pack Larsen. Only Pace had ever been missing, but now that I know he skedaddles off to the library during lunch, it makes going looking for him a difficult urge to ignore.
All week, I’ve avoided each of them. Much better than I rightfully should have been able to, especially since we live together, but there’s been no peep of them. Only lingering scents in the kitchen and living room, sometimes in the hallways. And I find that I miss the noise, the presence of people, the change of atmosphere that came with the five of them when they moved in. No longer was my house just a house. It had life in it, even briefly. When you’re raised in a quiet, lifeless household like I was, everything in order and in its place, it was easy to grow attached to the chaos that came with pack Larsen moving in.
Standing and stretching my back, I moan at the pull of locked muscles, my back aching something fierce after spending the past two hours composing.
“That’s a sexy sound I’ve missed hearing,” a smooth voice sounds from the doorway of my studio, surprising me enough that I startle. Aero stands in the doorway, dressed in low-slung sweatpants and a loose white shirt, arms crossed over his chest as he smiles cheekily at me.
“When have you heard me moan like that?” I blurt, because he sure hasn’t been active in anything I’ve done while making those noises. Only me, Merlin, a dildo, and that one time Munro barged into my room like a tool.
Aero bites his lip for a moment before confessing, “The walls are thinner downstairs than they are in here, babe. Every time you’re going down on yourself, we hear it. Every moan, every cry, every whimper. You’re not a quiet girl when in the throes of pleasure.”
Oh, wow. I forgot. I forgot the walls are thin, pretty sure I forgot I was living with other people with how quiet it’s been, and I’ve been unusually horny all week. Merlin the Magic Wand used to do the trick for me before, but now it seems I need a little more to get off with, and, apparently, I haven’t been quiet enough about it.
I can feel my cheeks heat despite the lack of shame I have about sexual activities. I mean, we all do it. It’s nothing to be ashamed about. It’s natural and all that jazz. What has me blushing like a virgin in a strip club is the way Aero watches me as he informs me that my self-love sessions have not gone unheard.
“My bad,” I mutter, biting my lip and crossing my arms over my chest.
Aero shakes his head and finally steps into the studio. I have no idea how long he’s been standing there, but the moment he shifts, his scent does, too. The room is flooded with frosted plum before I know it, filling my lungs with my next inhale, and a strange, little yearning appears in my chest.
“I’m not complaining, baby,” Aero assures, his voice a little deeper, huskier than usual. “That’s a lie. My only complaint is that you’ve been driving me mad all week. I’ve been trying to keep my distance so you can think over Pace’s request, but you’re not an easy girl to avoid, Silver. Especially not when I know what you’re getting up to in that nest of yours.”
Clearing my throat, I stand firm while my insides quiver and melt, turning inside out in the best way with the look those pretty, sky-blue eyes are giving me. There’s a heat in them, a darkness that I could easily get lost in, and I swallow hard before I attempt to speak. “Might I suggest you invest in a set of noise-cancelling headphones? Perhaps ear plugs?”
Aero chuckles, that delicious sound that I’ve missed something fierce, before he shakes his head slowly. With direct eye contact, he claims, “Bold of you to assume I wasn’t thoroughly enjoying myself listening to those sounds. Only thing that could have been better if I were in the room with you, watching every expression on your face, hearing those sweet, little sounds with better clarity, drowning in your scent.”
“Fucking hell,” I breathe, feeling a little flushed, warming with every word he utters. I have no idea what’s gotten into the omega, but I’m not entirely sure if I hate it or love it. All I know is that I’m touch starved, I’m horny as fuck, and I’m perfuming like a needy, little omega, the effect of Aero’s words as clear as the sun in the sky.
Stepping closer with more of those sexy chuckles, stopping until he’s only an arm’s length away, Aero tilts his head while inhaling deeply. He groans, and I’m pretty sure I combust on the inside, slick gushing between my legs. My eyes widen as his shutter closed, and, before I know it, the sneaky bastard is hooking a finger into the waistband of my high-waisted gym shorts and is tugging me toward him.
I go like a moth to a flame, unable to resist, and the moment I’m close enough, Aero is banding his arms around me like the octopus he is. Pale-blue eyes open slowly, and the look he sends me melts all of my insides, and I physically feel the resistance to forgive evaporate. I mean, Aero really hasn’t done anything wrong. If anything, he’s the only one who actively tried to form something between us, whether it was friendship or more. He wanted to spend time with me, snuggled when I fell asleep during our game of ‘get to know one another,’ and offered him and his pack to take me to the charity benefit I’ve been dreading.
Why the hell was I even pissed at him to begin with? Fucking A. Omegas, huh?
When the last of my resistance washes away with every ounce of animosity, Aero whispers, “How the hell can I miss you so much already?”
I sigh, and my arms grow a mind of their own as they wrap around his waist, my fingers spreading out over his back and digging into his warmth. Even through the t-shirt, he’s hot to the touch. Not quite alpha level, but a familiar warmth we omegas share. It’s nice, and I decide to confess, “I suppose one could say I missed you, too.”
“Suppose so, huh?” he teases, grinning down at me, gaze lit up with what looks like hope and relief. Then the cheeky bastard yanks me right against his front, rocking us back and forth to a song I can’t hear, and begs, “Does this mean you’re done giving us the cold shoulder? We gonna start over? Tell me we’re starting over.”
Honestly? I cave there and then. I miss his companionship, his smiles and laughs. I miss having the friend I was making. And I miss the potential that disappeared when I cut them out, cut him out, of something more growing if given the opportunity.
So, praying I don’t regret it, I confirm, “Clean slate.”
“This mean I have my bubblegum baddie omega back?” he pushes, as though he needs me to spell it out for him, his tone almost frantic with a suppressed sense of euphoria.
I, however, get painfully hung up on the ‘my omega’ of that particular sentence. His omega. Aero’s omega. Holy shit, that sounds nice. It sounds so godsdamned nice, that I find myself nodding before I can comprehend the movement. I might regret this, I might not. Only one way to find out, right?
Pressed as snugly as I am to his chest, I can feel the thundering of his heart, revealing the nerves and excitement that hides under the surface. An excitement that reveals itself with a harsh breath and a muttered, “Thank fuck.”
“This is probably such a bad idea,” I laugh, my own heart thundering rapidly with an array of emotions and feelings. It’s almost like I’m high or something, not that I’ve ever experienced such a feeling. I imagine it would very much feel like this, like my body is flooded with giddiness. Like my head is light and airy with a flood of adrenaline, not once giving my mind time to stop and think about all the ways this could bite me in the ass later.
Before I can put any thought into that particular line of questioning, Aero snorts, right before he’s cupping my face in his large hands, crystal-clear blue eyes are peering down at me with a satisfied glow and an overjoyed grin before he whispers, “Tell me it’s a bad idea after I’ve done this.”
Aero’s mouth is on mine within the next breath, his plush lips pressing firmly but softly into mine, bringing with it a heady dose of his scent that instantly thickens and grows with its sugary sweetness. I’m practically bathing in frosted plum, his scent mingling with the flood of my own perfume, creating a sugary concoction that surrounds us both.
My moan is stolen as Aero kisses me soundly, his wet, hot tongue swiping across my lower lip with his own groan that sends more slick pooling between my thighs. When I grant him the access he’s looking for, he wastes no time in tasting me. His tongue dances with mine, and I lose myself completely to the riot that wars through my body.
I’m sinking my hand into the back of Aero’s hair before I realize what I’m doing, clutching at his inky-black hair tightly, drawing out a groan from deep in his chest. It’s like that single sound lights a fire inside me that spreads through every inch of my body, and I’m damn near climbing the guy like a tree. Not that he seems to mind, because I’m hauled into his arms with my legs banded around his waist before I can gasp.
The moment I’m secure, one of Aero’s hands gripping my ass cheek while the other remains cupped at the back of my neck, Aero’s kisses grow deeper and needier. It only fuels the hunger thrumming through my veins, and I moan against his mouth, my legs tightening around him as though I’m ensuring he stays exactly where he is.
I’m breathless when Aero pulls away, panting against his lips while I inhale heady doses of his scent. My eyes blink open languidly, my gaze connected with Aero’s heated baby blues, and his voice is like gravel when he asks, “You want to tell me that was a bad idea?”
I can do nothing but shake my head, my eyes dropping to his mouth before I lean in for another kiss, trapping his groan of approval between us. He kisses me back with a vigor that sets my blood alight with need, and I don’t care for one second how much I start perfuming like a bitch in heat. All I can focus on is the heat of him against me, the feel of him, his scent as it grows to match mine, his own omega-ness mingling with mine until there’s nothing but arousal and need surrounding us.
When Aero pulls back next, breathless and panting, it’s only to nip at my lower lip with a filthy groan that makes me impossibly wetter. Or so I thought, because the disastrously gorgeous omega groans when I perfume and whispers against my mouth, “Say you’ll be mine, Silver. Tell me I can have you.”
“What about the others?” I pant, a sprinkle of doubt sneaking in now that my mind isn’t being turned to mush by soul-stealing kisses.
“You can have them, too,” he says, misinterpreting my question, but it’s nice to know he’s willing to share.
Mouth pulling up into a grin, I rub my nose against his, and he releases an adorable sound of contentment before I clarify, “I mean, what’s happening right now? I know my conversation with Pace didn’t mention any of the good stuff happening between you and me, but I just need some clarity. When he asked for a second chance—”
“He meant with all of us. We want you, Silver Gage. We’ve just been waiting for you to give us the time of day again. I’m simply impatient and decided to go for what I wanted instead.”
“And Munro? How does he feel about—?”
“He’ll pull his head out of his ass if he hasn’t already done so. Him trying to talk to you is the step in the right direction,” he murmurs, and before I can comment on that little tidbit, he’s kissing me stupid again. I can barely remember what we were talking about when we part, Aero breathlessly demanding, “It’s just me and you right now, baby. Tell me what you want.”
I only waste a handful of seconds thinking about it before my mouth makes the decision for me. “You. I want you.”
“Music to my fucking ears,” is all I receive in return before I’m whisked away.
I’m carried out of my studio and into my nest before I can even consider changing my mind, Aero lowering me into the soft clouds of comfort before hovering above me with a lethal look of pure hunger that rivals anything I’ve ever seen before. It heats me up from the inside out, and I’m on the brink of boiling when he confirms, “You’re mine, Silver?”
Groaning, I blurt, “Fuck it. I’m yours.”
“Damn straight. And I’m yours,” he replies with a low chuckle that turns my insides to mush, sends my heart beating erratically, and my mind blanking for all that isn’t Aero.
With my hand at the back of his neck, I grip him tightly and tug his mouth to mine, lips devouring and hands greedy for this omega. For my omega.
That thought sends me into a spiral of need, my heart beating frantically beneath my rib cage while I kiss Aero like he’s the air I need to breathe. Thankfully, the feeling is reciprocated, and Aero damn near bruises my lips with the force of his kisses. He lowers his body onto mine, and I feel every inch of his body pressed against mine.
Every. Single. Inch.
Like the feel of him, the hardened length of his cock pushing against his sweatpants, sets off an explosion of desire inside me, I relent to every feeling and succumb to what I clearly want most.
My hands and under Aero’s shirt, running over smooth expanses of skin, without any kind of coaxing. He groans into my mouth as he kisses me like I’m exactly what he needs to live, and my hips raise and grind against him with a needy, little mewl of my own.
Before I know it, our hands are roaming, exploring, and sneaking under clothing. Aero’s hands sneak under my shirt, finding my braless breasts, and the sound that pours out of him damn near makes me feral.
I grind against him again, feeling his hard length through his sweatpants and my flimsy shorts, and I break free of his mouth only to pant, “Clothes. Too many of them.”
“Fuck, baby,” he breathes, right before he’s sitting up and tearing his shirt over his head. With little modesty and a hunger in his eyes that only fuels my arousal, his thumbs hook his pants and boxers, tugging them both down over his hips in one fell swoop.
My greedy eyes roam over every perfectly sculpted inch of the man, the smooth skin, the divots and ridges of defined muscle, not overpowering but enough to have my mouth watering, and the sexy adonis belt that leads to the long, thick length already leaking precum, and a lot of it. He’s a work of art, built to perfection, and my hands reach out to touch without much conscious thought.
Aero’s head falls back with a deep, satisfied sigh as my fingers glide over his chest, lowering until I’m teasing the hairs at the base of his cock. Through gritted teeth that reveal the restraint he’s implementing, he grunts, “As much as I want your hands on me, baby, I need you more.”
Chest heaving and eyes roaming all the way back up his delectable body, I stare into his pale eyes and breathe, “Then take me.”
He’s suddenly like a man possessed, kicking out of his pants and boxers before his hands are on me, removing my clothes one by one with painstaking slowness. Greedy eyes take in every inch revealed, and any remote level of shyness I would have felt before completely dissipates as his gaze grows absolutely lethal.
That look alone has me soaked, slick dripping out of me in rivulets, a need so bone deep and famished roaring inside me that it almost feels like I’ll go insane if I don’t have him inside me in the next five seconds.
Apparently, he’s very much on the same wavelength, because he’s hovering above me the next moment, eyes scanning my entire face. My thighs part easily for him, my legs framing his hips the moment he has the space to slot himself between them, and I moan loudly at the first touch of his cock against my slick soaked center.
“Dripping for me,” he groans, rocking his hips against me and slathering his shaft with my arousal, his precum mingling with my juices.
We’re already a mess before he’s notched himself at my entrance, liquid coating us both so thoroughly that when he raises his eyebrow in question one more time and I provide an enthusiastic nod, Aero glides his cock straight inside me with little resistance. Our sounds merge together as he buries himself to the hilt, his thickness stretching me far more than my toys do. He feels big, much bigger, and I can’t help the cry of pleasure that drips from my tongue.
“So fucking good, baby. You feel like heaven,” he pants, pulling back before sinking right back inside me with an even thrust that has me seeing stars, his cock hitting a spot inside of me that almost has me careening over a ledge I didn’t even realize I was standing over already. Aero can feel it, though, my pussy already tightening around him in warning, and that filthy chuckle slips free before he says, “So close already, Silver. Don’t hold back. I want every ounce of your pleasure. Every drop of cum. I want you soaking my cock until you’re barely hanging on to consciousness. Give me everything.”
And fuck me if I don’t obey like a good omega, my release washing over me with a breathless cry as my legs clamp tightly around him, tugging him closer while my body trembles with my orgasm.
“That’s it, baby. Fuck yes, that’s it,” he groans, one hand gripping my ass as he grinds deeply inside me, while the other fists the cushions beside my head, keeping himself hovering above me so he can watch how good he makes me feel.
Through my panting breaths, I demand, “More.”
“I’ve got you, baby,” he gravelly croons, his normally smooth voice grittier, husky with his own desire.
No sooner than his words have escaped, then he’s pulling his hips back before thrusting into me with an alpha-like growl. I gasp, still trembling with aftershocks, tightening my legs around him. When he does it again, he sinks in deeper, harder, and every inch of him has me chasing another release I can feel teasing the edges of my consciousness.
“I want it all, Silver. Don’t hold back,” he demands.
I’m nodding, already losing myself to the pleasure he’s inflicting, and my mouth is pouring words before my mind can catch up. “Likewise. I know enough about omegas that your recovery time is just as quick as mine. If I’m not full or covered in your cum by the time we’re boneless and spent, then I want a redo.”
“Ah, fuck, Silver,” he groans, loudly, too. He gives me a run for my money with his sounds, and they only serve in sending me closer and closer to another release while he steadily rocks into me with perfectly executed pumps of his hips. When my walls tighten around him, the lock that is made for fastening around an alpha's knot gripping his shaft snugly, those sounds grow bolder and impossibly sexier, his words hoarse as he confesses, “Holy fuck, is that your lock? That feels so fucking good, Silver. Shit, keep doing that. I’m going to come.”
My body locks down harder on him as though it’s obeying his command and, with only a few short thrusts later, Aero is climaxing hard and plentifully. I feel every spurt of cum as he empties inside of me, jets of his release pumping inside me until I’m leaking with it. There’s so much that I feel it dripping from inside me, pooling beneath us and coating my thighs, and I love every fucking second.
Breathless and eyes focused on me like he’s afraid I’ll suddenly disappear, he drags his still rock-hard cock out of my body until just the tip rests inside me, making a bigger mess when his cum spills that much more. His eyes dart down for only a second, pretty blues darkening with a primal satisfaction that has me rearing to go again, far from sated.
As though he can read my thoughts on my face, a slow, sexy grin forms on his face as he assures, “Trust me, baby, I’m not done with you yet. I just got you under me and covered in my cum. You smell like us both, and I’m not stopping until I’m all around you. You’ll have to pry me away.”
“You make it sound like a bad thing. Stop threatening me with a good time and give me more already,” I demand with a smart-ass grin that makes him chuckle. I moan softly at the sound, and my words slip free without thought. “That fucking laugh.”
“What about it?” he asks through a smile, pushing slowly back inside me and almost sending my thoughts scattering. “You like my laugh, baby?”
“Fucking love it. Almost as much as your cock,” I answer through a moan, and he chuckles again the moment he bottoms out.
Leaning in and pressing his lips against my ear, he whispers, “You love my cock, Silver?”
Clamping around him to prove as much, I relish in his grunt and salaciously answer, “Every inch.”
“Fuck yeah,” he breathes, right before he pulls back and hammers it home, the lewd, wet sound of our combined release and the slick and precum between us only fueling the heady desire that now fills my body. With another thrust that jolts my body and has me mewling with pleasure, he warns, “I hope you don’t plan on sleeping tonight, because I have plans that include fucking you in every position I can think of before you pass out on me.”
“Bring it on, big guy,” I tease through another moan, his cock slowly fucking me into a mindless heap. “I think I can keep up.”
My omega spends the whole night trying to prove me wrong, and it’s only until we’re both a boneless heap that we call it a tie. Covered in our combined fluids, my pussy thoroughly used and leaking heavily with his cum, I find myself sprawled over Aero’s heaving chest with his arms banded tightly around me as though he’s ensuring I can’t disappear on him. There isn’t a chance that I would even if I could.
It’s how I find myself drifting off to sleep, my body acting like his own personal weighted blanket, while he mindlessly drags his fingers over every inch of my spine. Sated and spent, my eyes shutter closed and, before I succumb to a sex-induced coma, I hear him whisper, “I’m going to like calling you mine, Silver Gage. I’m already attached, so you better get used to the title, because I’m not ever letting you go.”
I fall asleep smiling, content and genuinely happy for the first time in a long while, snuggled up to a man I didn’t expect and will be glad to keep for as long as he’ll let me.