Chapter 51 Mac #3
"It does,” she breathed out. “Do you have a different definition?”
“I’m a show, not tell kind of guy.” Dixon released her neck, snaking both hands down the curves of her body until he could slip his fingers beneath the hem of the short dress.
My breath caught in my throat as I watched Dixon's hands disappear beneath the fabric of Tessa's skirt.
He pulled the length of it up slowly, deliberately, revealing the lace panties that did little to conceal the skin beneath.
Higher, higher. Until Tessa raised her arms and let Dixon lift the dress from her body.
No bra. Just gorgeous, plump breasts and pale pink nipples, already gone hard with desire.
The kitchen suddenly felt too small, the air too thick. My heart hammered as heat flooded through me. Would this feeling ever fade? No, never, I decided. What we had between us all was fucking forever.
"Maybe we should—" I started, but my voice cracked slightly. I cleared my throat, trying to regain some composure, but it was useless. The sight of them together, the way Tessa's eyes fluttered shut as Dixon's hands explored, made every rational thought scatter.
"Should what, Mac?" Tessa's voice was breathless, but her blue eyes found mine across the kitchen. There was something in her gaze—invitation, maybe. Or challenge.
Ryder moved closer, hand still holding a spoon coated in chocolate. He licked his lips, chasing away the last flecks of food from his mouth. "I think Mac was going to suggest we take this somewhere more comfortable."
"The kitchen's plenty comfortable," Tray chimed in, appearing at my shoulder. "Besides, we made this mess together. Seems only fair we clean it up together."
He was right.
Careful, stoic Mac would have cleaned as he worked. He’d never let so much mess accumulate.
But, fuck, something about the dirty bowls and the cracked eggs abandoned on the counter, and the drips of chocolate left from Tessa messily transferring the mixture into the ramekins, made me feel alive.
This was how it was meant to be sometimes.
Imperfect.
Uncultured.
A beautiful damn mess.
My mother's voice tried to wedge itself into my consciousness again—something about propriety and sin—but I shoved it down hard. This wasn't sin. This was home.
I rushed forward, and something about the way I moved and the way I looked must have translated to my pack brothers. Dixon shifted to the side, letting me get close to Tessa. I needed to feel her. Needed the promise that had been swirling around us while we baked.
I lifted her by the waist and set her on the kitchen island. She stared at me with trusting, impossibly blue eyes.
“Scoot back a little,” I told her, voice thick with my suffocating need for her.
She shifted wordlessly, until she was nearly at the island’s middle. I pushed things off the counter quickly, desperately, letting them fall wherever they would, not caring that I was making more of a mess. I just wanted only her to be in view. Her face. Her body.
“Lay down,” I could barely manage to say it. My throat felt thick as she lowered herself to the cold marble.
She sprawled back without protest, letting her head dangle off the edge, hair brushing the polished wood cabinets below. The angle stretched her body long and lean, every inch of her exposed to our hungry pack.
“Fuck, you’re gorgeous,” I breathed out.
Though I couldn’t see her face well now, I knew she wouldn’t blush. She believed us know, when we told her how amazing she was. How beautiful and worthy.
I waited. Just drinking the sight of her in.
“You going to keep staring, or—?” She didn’t lift her head to look at me, but her hands began exploring over her own body. Her fingers moved slowly, teasingly. As she traveled over the mounds of her breasts, I felt myself losing control.
But this control I could lose.
It wasn’t a sign of ferality, not anymore. Losing this control gained me paradise.
I touched her ankle and began stroking up her body.
I curved my index fingers into the lace panties, and began pulling them down.
She lifted her ass, letting me remove them.
When I pulled them from her feet, and tossed them to the floor, I traced gently up her legs with both hands.
Following the same journey, making her shiver.
My hands found her pink, manicured pussy.
I nearly groaned with need when I found her already slick and ready.
I didn’t indulge yet though. I kept traveling higher, walking around the island to keep touching her.
I wanted to kiss her before I planted my face between her legs to feast on her sweet, addictive juices.
But Dixon—holding a can of whipped cream now, which I’d not even seen him grab from the fridge—walked purposely to where Tessa’s head was positioned and beat me there.
He placed the dessert topping on the counter, then dropped to his knees.
Dixon kissed our Omega deeply, their faces upside down and right side up, depending on perspective. My cock throbbed.
“Do you want me?” He growled, mouth still close enough to hers that their lips brushed.
“Do I ever not want you?” She answered the question with one of her own; her voice was pitched low and thick. Hot and needful.
Dixon stood and slowly started unzipping his pants.
He gave Tessa a seductive stripping show before pulling his cock out, which was already rock hard.
He grabbed the whipped cream, shook it violently, yanked the top off with his teeth, then sprayed a thick white trail across the length of his erection.
He stared down at Tessa wolfishly, and she grinned.
Her face had gone pink from hanging her head over the side, but she didn’t lift her body to give herself relief.
She stayed in position, waiting with wide eyes.
The others began to undress.
Anticipation was a living, breathing thing.
It undulated through the space, along with our Alpha scents.
This woman, this breathtaking woman, had us all in thrall.
Dixon closed the short distance. Tessa parted her lips.
As he pushed into her, I found myself watching the show and feeling like I’d explode.
Dixon moaned as our Omega took all of him into her mouth.
When she gagged slightly, he pushed further, knowing what she liked.
Fuck, I couldn’t just stand watching. I needed to touch, and feel, and taste.
I moved back to her legs, retracing my touches yet again. A third time. Never enough.
I pushed her knees apart, leaning over the counter and licking up her pussy slowly.
God, she tasted like syrup laced with a chest-warming spice. I could live between her legs.
The positioning wasn’t ideal, but I shoved my hands beneath her ass and lifted her high enough that I could gorge myself with ease.
The sound of Tessa enthusiastically sucking Dixon’s dick shifted.
She began to gasp and whimper while she worked her mouth over his length, and I worked my worst against her wet, and fucking luscious folds.
I tilted my face just enough that I could gaze up the length of her curves as I ate her. Bit. By. Bit.
Ryder moved to Tessa’s side, leaning down to lock his lips around one of her hard, inviting nipples.
His right hand massaged the other breast, periodically pinching its nipple sharply.
She gasped and writhed under our touches.
My gaze lifted over Ryder’s bent form, catching the moment Dixon cocked his head back, eyelids fluttering, and body shaking.
He groaned loudly as he filled Tessa’s mouth with his seed, then stumbled away, grinning like a fool.
It was seconds before Tray took his place.
“I bet you taste fucking scrumptious right now,” he breathed out before kneeling. By the sounds I heard next, Tray was feverishly kissing our Omega. When he gave her a chance to respond, Tessa’s voice was shaky. She was riding the edge.
“You just like tasting Dixon on my mouth,” she lovingly accused.
“More than you can imagine.” I heard Tray respond. I could imagine his smile. Half-cocked, boyish. Dimples on full display. “But it’s only this addicting because it tastes like you too.”
“Charmer,” she pushed out the word, barely managing it before dissolving into a moan of pleasure.
I lifted myself to standing, pushing two fingers between Tessa’s folds. I finger fucked her slowly, feeling the way her body grew increasingly slicker.
God, I wanted to sheathe myself inside her. I’d stay there forever, if I could.
Without warning anyone, I gripped her hips roughly and began to slide her body closer to my side of the island.
She automatically lifted her head. Tray stood up, arching an eyebrow at the fact I’d just stolen our girl from him.
Ryder shot me a look, almost predatory like I was stealing his hard-won prey, but he shifted, claimed his territory again in seconds.
I ignored the others. I focused on Tessa.
"I need to be inside you," I said, my voice rough with desire. My hands shook slightly as I positioned myself at her entrance, feeling the heat radiating from her body. It was good to be so damn tall.
Tessa's eyes locked with mine, pupils blown wide. "Who’s stopping you?" She challenged; that question nearly undid me completely.
I pushed into her slowly, savoring every centimeter I claimed. Her gorgeous damn body welcomed me home. The sensation was overwhelming—tight, wet, perfect.
Jesus, she felt amazing. Like nothing else in the world.
You’d think this was the first time I was sinking inside of her, instead of the twentieth… or thirtieth… or, fuck, probably fiftieth. Every time it felt like a goddamn rebirth.
The old me would have worried about being too rough, too eager. Would have second-guessed every movement. But the way she arched beneath me, the way her hands reached for whatever part of me she could touch—making Ryder work around her desperation—told me everything I needed to know.
I slammed in and out faster. With wild abandon.
My head fell back as I groaned, trying to hold on, trying not to give into the reward so easily.
But I was already so close. Dammit. I wanted to make it last. I felt my knot swelling inside of her.
I couldn’t stop the explosive force, my seed spilling and sensation assaulting me.
She reached one hand down to touch herself, making Ryder fully move and shift his attention from her breasts to his own engorged dick. He stood off to the side, watching the show until he could get back on stage. Tessa’s fingers slowly circled, keeping herself revved.
Shit, I hated I climaxed so fast—when I wanted it to last, when I wanted to savor it. It was just too easy to get out of my own head now, too easy to give into the release. I knew it was a good thing. Wonderful, actually. But too fast. Just too fast to satisfy me.
"Mac," Tessa breathed my name like a prayer, and I felt something crack open in my chest. It didn’t matter that I’d already finished, that the knot already locked us together so I couldn’t keep sinking in and out of her.
All that mattered was the way she said my name.
The entire world had compressed down to the way her eyes watched me as she rubbed herself towards euphoria.
When my lens expanded, and I could see the rest of the room again, I didn’t see a mess. I only saw a family.
A family with an insatiable appetite for one another.
Tray moved nearer, stroking himself while watching us, his eyes dark with arousal.
Ryder wasn’t satisfied with himself for very long, choosing to move back to Tessa.
He gripped her hand, pulling it away from her pussy, and he took over.
My gaze found Dixon by the fridge, knocking back an Alpha tonic and working himself hard again.
When my dick’s bundle of nerves relaxed, and my body released hers, I moved to let Tray take my place. I didn’t go far. Just to the counter behind me. I leaned there, watching the wonder that was my Omega and my best friends.
Before sinking into Tessa’s body, Tray swiped fingers up her pussy—now wet with not only her juices, but my own—and then shoved his damp digits slowly between his lips.
He never took his eyes off her face as he did it.
He let her know that he was an equal opportunist when it came to tasting our pack.
Ryder worked her clit faster with one hand and wrapped his other hand around her throat. Carefully applying pressure, carefully squeezing. Tessa’s mouth fell open in a silent scream as an orgasm built.
The moment the wave crashed down on her, and that silent scream became audible, Tray pushed his large cock into her opening.
Ryder didn’t give Tessa a break, he worked her relentlessly, tracing circles over that oh-so-sensitive spot.
Dixon was moving back into the fray now, ready for round two.
Fuck, I loved these people.
My pack. My family. My forever.
Here, no one would ever call me a sinner. Here, no one would ever punish me for not being good enough.
Here, there was only acceptance.
And love.