Chapter 30
Oriana
T he bar was crowded and music already cranked up to top volume when we walked into Whitaker Brews.
I was wearing a sexy, emerald green dress Tate and Lane picked out for me and I was still coated in their collective scents. Hudson and Roman had both looked flushed when I saw them afterward and I knew they’d heard everything.
Now, I was grateful for it. My omega was happy, I felt loved, and my men were even more possessive. Someone was always touching me or kissing me.
It took some work to get to the bar, but with Hudson and Tate leading, we managed to snag a spot with three stools. I sat in the middle, with my betas flanking me and my alphas behind me.
I’d never felt so protected.
“Hey, sis, how are you?” Nash greeted me, his playful grin in place as he glanced behind me. “You plan on giving introductions?”
“This is my pack, Roman, Lane, Hudson, and Tate.”
“And is that everyone?” he asked pointedly. Before I could answer Cameron was shoving him aside.
“No.” His answer was a growl as he used his arms to lift himself up and over the bar to place his lips on mine. “You smell like you had a good night.”
Before he could pull back he rubbed his cheek against mine so his scent was there, too.
“Oh, live caught that, Cameron, you have some explaining to do,” Nash called out while a few others wolf-whistled around us.
“Come here?” Cameron asked. I bit my lip and nodded. Earlier tonight this would have terrified me, but it was hard to overthink after being fucked within an inch of your life and praised the entire time.
Hudson helped me down and walked me over to the end of the bar where Cameron took over, leading me up to the phone they had propped up on a permanent tripod, angled to take in the patrons and the bar top.
“Everyone, this is Oriana. My omega.” Cameron’s words were punctuated in a warning and a grin spread over my face as comments started rolling in.
YourDreamOmega: Ugh, what a lucky omega.
SpicyOmega: No, another Whitaker brother accounted for.
Waitingforherpack: Not him! He was mine.
“Sorry, he’s mine,” I told the camera, tucking myself into his side. “He has been for years.”
“Until I fucked it up, but I’m earning her back,” he added, leaning down to place a kiss on my temple.
“Get a room!” someone called out, earning a deep laugh from Cameron as he flipped off whoever said it.
I’d expected the comments to be vicious, but most were supportive. We got some congratulations and a few whining about their missed chances, but mostly it was encouraging.
It also made me feel a whole lot better about the types of videos the guys took. Though, to his credit, Cameron avoided most of the thirst traps.
That was Nash’s job. When he found his own pack I wasn’t sure where that would go.
“Another Whitaker bites the dust,” an alpha called out. Nash rolled his eyes and pushed past us.
“Shut up, Jesse, you’re just jealous we haven’t found our omega yet,” Nash shot back.
“Wait, he has a pack?” I hissed at Cameron.
“Not a full one,” Cameron explained. “Jesse moved to town a few years after we graduated and they were fast friends. They’re assuming they’re pack but haven’t found the other pieces yet.”
I watched Nash joking with the guy. They had an easy friendship, laughing hard and teasing each other.
“Stop watching other alphas or I might get jealous,” Cameron teased, nipping at my ear.
“You know I don’t want them,” I countered, spinning in his arms and pulling him in for a kiss. It felt right to just take what I wanted and not hold back. Maybe it was the insane sex I’d gotten earlier tonight, or just being here where he wasn’t afraid to show the world I was his, that changed my mind.
Either way, my omega and I were embracing our pack. We weren’t meant to be alone and I believed all of them now.
They were mine.
“I think we’re going to have to hire more staff,” Maverick said as he walked closer, eyeing us. “I don’t want to be here any more than you do.”
“Avery would kill us,” Cameron said, though the argument was weak. In just a few months they’d turned around the bar, only to find their respective packs. With just Nash left, it was shifting yet again.
Then again, I had a feeling that Cameron would go crazy if he tried to stay home too often.
“You’d miss it,” I said. “We can’t spend every day in a bubble. We have lives and jobs. Hell, I’ll be opening my shop up eventually.”
“How’s that going?” Nash asked, leaning around Maverick to look at me.
“Really good thanks to Cameron finding stock over the years,” I admitted. “Which, we have to talk about me paying you back. I can’t profit off of things you bought.”
“Call them donations to the cause, a tribute to my omega, a badass courting gift,” Cameron hummed, squeezing me tighter as if that would stop me from arguing.
“Cameron,” I warned but he just shook his head and took my hand.
“Come dance with me for old time’s sake,” he said, dragging me out from behind the bar and toward the very crowded dance floor.
I didn’t have to worry about the crowd closing in because Cam’s arms closed around me, one on my waist, the other taking my hand. We’d done this countless times… but that was a lifetime ago.
“I’m rusty, I haven’t danced since our last one,” I admitted. His eyes shadowed for a minute.
“I’ve stolen enough time from you, Baby. It’s time to reclaim some of our favorites,” he said as the song shifted.
Cameron didn’t hesitate to start leading, like we hadn’t skipped a beat. The upbeat country dance mix had the crowd hyped up but soon all eyes were on us.
My eyes were only on my alpha.
His cypress and bayberry scent swirled around me, pushing aside the strange medley of scents that always happened in crowded spaces like this.
The more we moved, the easier it was. Following my alpha was thoughtless, my body responding with every shift and move, letting him maneuver my body with his.
His eyes were light and happy, the hazel shining with happy flecks of gold. They seemed brighter in the warm light of the bar, or maybe this was the first time I really let myself admire the man who shattered my heart.
Our lives shifted and changed from the last time we were dancing here, but I couldn’t find it in me to be angry anymore. That separation made me stronger, and yes it hurt, but in the end I found my beta, then the rest of my pack even though I didn’t know it at the time.
Now, here I was, falling back in love with the man working hard to mend my shattered pieces back together, one gesture or letter at a time.
“I love you, Cameron,” I told him, seeing no reason to hold back.
He stopped dancing, so stunned as he blinked down at me.
“I hated you for a long time, but I don’t anymore. I see what you’ve done and what you’re doing… and I just. Love you.”
I shrugged. It wasn’t eloquent or perfect, but it was from the heart.
He grinned then, the smile dazzling before he put his hands on my cheeks and pulled me closer, slanting his lips over mine.
“I’m taking you home now, Baby. Is that okay?”
“Yes, alpha.”
He moved faster than I processed and then I was tossed over his shoulder. His hand landed on my ass, holding the dress down to cover me before calling out to his brothers.
“We’re going home, cover me!” he yelled before storming out the door. The rest of our pack fell into step around us, shielding me from view.
“We’ll give you some privacy and go grab something to eat at the diner,” Tate said. I leaned up, hands braced on Cameron’s ass to look at him.
“Thanks, Tate,” I said, meeting his smile with one of my own. They all looked content, knowing Cameron and I truly needed this moment to reconnect.
Cameron unlocked his truck and sat me in his passenger seat, buckling me in, before jogging around.
My man was eager to have me, and fuck if that didn’t soothe so many insecurities about us.
“I’m going to try my best not to speed,” he said as he turned his truck on, the beast roaring to life. I shivered as we waited for the heat to kick in, but he was already pulling out of the lot and hurrying home.
We didn’t say anything, the tension crackling between us enough to flood the cab with our scents and the sweet hint of my slick. I rubbed my thighs together, a whimper escaping as he rested his hand on my thigh, squeezing as if that would calm me.
Unable, or rather, unwilling to wait, I leaned over and unzipped his pants.
“Oriana,” he warned me, his voice cracking as I wrapped my fingers around him. He was hard as steel and the veins in his neck were standing out as he forced himself to focus on the road. “If you get us pulled over I’m going to have to fight a cop and that never ends well for anyone.”
“Then don’t get pulled over,” I warned before stroking him once. With a growl he pulled my hand free and moved it away, not releasing it, just holding me back.
“Stop or I’m going to spank that perfect ass of yours before we even get in the door.
I wasn’t sure what came over me, but that sounded like a challenge to me. The playful side of me was ready to taunt him, to make him work for this.
He sighed, giving me a look before focusing on the road.
“Whatever you’re planning… just stop,” he protested.
“I’m innocent,” I said, leaning back and looking out the window, even as his cock was out and my hand was cuffed by him.
The moment he parked, he released me and I was already climbing out. Our house was secluded and I knew these woods like the back of my hand, even at night. An idea that started out of the brattiness inside of me turned into a full blown plan.
I climbed out quickly, stopping long enough to kick off my shoes and peel off my dress, leaving me in barely there boyshorts and a bralette.
“Oriana, don’t you fucking dare,” he said as he zipped his pants and started after me.
“If you want to spank me, catch me,” I laughed, turning and taking off at full speed.
I made it around the house and through the yard, breaking through the treeline as I pushed myself to run faster.
My alpha was calling out behind me, voice holding a feral edge that sent a fresh wave of anticipation through me.
Darkness swallowed me whole as I moved through the trees, catching familiar mile markers in the small glimmers of moonlight cutting through the trees.
My heart pounded, pulse thundering, as I ran. Sweat prickled along my skin, making me shiver, but the pure adrenaline coursing through me kept it at bay.
“Oh, Oriana,” he sang out, voice somehow close and distant at the same. The way it echoed around me, carried on the breeze, only intensified the reaction.
“Fuck,” I cursed, veering around a gnarled root and hopping over a boulder. Now that I was deeper in the woods, I was starting to regret my decision.
That was a lie, the slick running down my bare thighs was a testament to that.
I barely noticed the cold or the pain in my bare feet as I kept running.
“There you are.” The growled words of triumph was my only warning before my feet were out from under me and my body was pressed into the cold earth. “That was crazy, omega. You thought I wouldn’t find you?”
“I knew you would,” I said, grinding against him so he couldn’t resist me.
“Fuck, you smell fucking incredible,” he breathed out, still pinning me down as he buried his nose in my skin, his hands shoving down my boyshorts.
That’s two pairs of underwear down in twenty-four hours. The pack was going to have to buy me more at this rate.
Our breathing was heavy and ragged as he shoved my legs apart, being rough but not enough to hurt me, just enough to show that he was now in charge. That he’d caught his prey and was going to punish me in the best way for it.
I cried out as he plunged into me. My slick made it so there was no pain, but the intrusion still stole my breath. My hands were digging at the mossy ground, but he didn’t let me go anywhere as he started to fuck me, lifting me off the ground enough to slide his hands over my hip to tease my clit.
Cameron fucked me hard and fast into the ground, teeth teasing over my neck as he forced me to follow him when he came.
“Give me your knot!” I demanded, frustration hitting as the adrenaline ebbed away.
“No. It’s too cold for that, I’ll give you my knot later,” he said, biting down just enough to punctuate his point.
My whines fell on deaf ears as he fucked me ruthlessly, sucking hard on my neck while his fingers picked up pace.
“Cameron,” I cried out his name as my body clenched around him, slick gushing over his cock as he came, his own release melding with mine in one, unforgettable moment.
My alpha didn’t waste time, even as he looked a little off-balance from fucking me. He fixed his clothes before scooping me up and carrying me back toward the house, not even needing me to show him the way.
I nuzzled in, leaving the questions for later.
“Let’s go get you warmed up so I can worship you like I’ve been dying to.”