39. Avery
Avery
A fter months of working hard on these interviews and the website, it was nearly complete. I’d locked myself away but I had never been more proud of a project than I was of this one.
Mayor Adams and I had a final meeting to discuss my position long term and how that would look, but I honestly was going to be fine with anything they gave me.
I had plenty of side contracts now thanks to businesses in Rockwood Valley wanting their own websites and pages. I never expected to become a PackVlog expert, but here we were.
A knock on the door of my office had me turning to see Mason coming in with a stack of takeout containers in his hands. He didn’t say anything as he closed the door behind him and set them up on the table.
Thanks to Arden and Cohen, my office at the packhouse now had a couch, coffee table, along with the usual desk and bookcases that made an office complete.
“Come eat, omega,” he demanded. My stomach rumbled now that I could smell the food and I glanced at the clock, wincing when I realized breakfast was seven hours ago and they were probably going crazy trying to take care of me and I had shut them all out.
“Sorry,” I said as I closed my laptop and stretched before joining him on the couch. Mason grunted but yanked me into his lap. He opened the box and offered me a fry. I took it, chewing happily now that I realized how starving I was.
He continued to feed me, bite by bite, until I couldn't take another bite. Mason handed me a bottle of water and pushed the boxes aside as I drank. When he took the bottle from me, I spun on his lap to face him, my legs notched on either side of his lap.
“Thanks for taking care of me.”
“You have to stop locking yourself away like this. Your dedication is great, but this is not healthy,” he argued as gently as possible, voice gruff. I could feel in the bond how uncomfortable he’d been and I could picture him waiting downstairs, staring at the clock as the hours passed, and worrying.
My alphas weren’t settled unless I was properly taken care of. I was learning slowly that they needed to see me properly fed and loved. Mason and Arden were the worst, Mason going downright growly on days like this.
“I’m sorry,” I said again before placing a kiss on his lips. “Forgive me?”
“I’m not mad,” he grouched.
“Well, now you’re grumpy and I need a break. I can think of one or two things that would help remedy that,” I teased, crawling off of his lap so I was resting on my knees on the floor.
“I didn’t come in here for this, Avery,” he said, eyes narrowing even as I felt his lust bloom in the bond. I sent back my own need, watching as the hesitation melted from his face, pure fire replacing it.
My alpha watched, blue-green eyes burning as I unbuttoned his pants and wrestled them down his hips. He stroked his cock as he watched me, my mouth watering at the sight. Mason was a commanding presence on his own, but seeing him like this, full focus on me and leaking precum because he was so turned on, made him seem godlike.
He let out a groan as I wrapped my lips around him, the salty taste of his cum had my own moan slipping free. I turned feral then, the feel, scent, and taste of him all-consuming as I took him as deep as I could.
My hands dug into his thighs as I bobbed my head over him, urging him to fuck my throat like he wanted.
Finally, he gave in, thrusting into my throat as his hands tightened in my ponytail, holding on as he chased his own orgasm.
I wanted him to come, but Mason only liked coming inside of me and pulled me off of him when he couldn’t take it any more.
Before I could blink I was bent over the couch, gripping the back for dear life as he plunged inside of me.
His knot was already swelling, stretching me as I dug my nails into the couch and braced myself for each punishing thrust. I loved when I could make them lose control, my alpha needing me as much as I needed him, our desperation electric in the bond, amping up everything we already felt.
“So fucking perfect,” he grunted, slamming his hips against me, shoving his knot deeper. “You smell like heaven.”
“This is heaven,” I countered as he snaked his arm around me, fingers teasing over my clit. My legs shook but he was holding me up, his grip unrelenting as he fucked me mercilessly.
My orgasm hit me at full force. There was no slow climb or buildup as he fucked me, instead it slammed into me, my body tensing as my cries rang out in the room. My body pulsed with each shockwave of pleasure, his finger never leaving my sensitive clit as he coaxed me through another as he came, nose pressed against my skin, breathing me in like he would never get enough.
As we came down from our high and his knot released us, he pulled me on top of him as he spread out on the couch. My fingers danced over the intricate artwork on his arm, my body and mind both so relaxed that there was no thoughts or need to move, only satiated calm.
“I love you,” I whispered before placing a kiss on his pec. His purr strengthened as he put a kiss on my head, arms holding me tight as if he couldn’t bear to let me go.
“I’ve loved you the moment I saw you, Avery,” he said simply. His hands ghosted up and down my spine, my eyes fluttering closed as I soaked in the sensation.
I loved my pack. There was always someone around or something going on. But I also loved moments like this. Just me and my mate, soaking in each other’s scents and the feel of his body on mine, no interruptions.
Now that my biggest work obstacle was over, I would have to work on finding a better balance. This moment with Mason was a huge reminder that I needed to stop hiding in work and live in the moment.
Just as I was drifting off to sleep, a wave of nausea hit me. I pushed off of Mason, glad we weren’t knotted, before stumbling down the hall. The alpha was on my heels but I shut the door between us before falling in front of the toilet.
I fought to keep my lunch down, but failed in the end.
Twenty minutes later, I pushed myself off the cool tile and cleaned up, feeling exhausted, but my stomach had finally settled. I shrugged on my bathrobe, glad I left it in here.
When I pushed open the door, the entire pack was waiting for me, looks of anxiety and excitement on their faces.
Mason handed me a bottle of water while Arden passed over a small brown bag. I opened it up, confused until I saw the pregnancy test waiting.
“I just had a feeling that you’d need it, your scent changed over the past few days and I couldn't place why. Now, I think I know.”
My hands shook as I took it, once again closing the door between us. There were some things that needed to remain private.
I was so nervous I barely managed to pee on the stick. The moment it was capped and my hands were washed, I opened the door, leaving it resting on the sink.
“I’m freaking out,” I admitted, my hands fumbling with my bathrobe.
“Same,” Ford laughed, standing up and pacing. “This is it, boys. We’re going to be dads.”
“We don’t know that yet,” Cohen reasoned, but even he looked downright giddy.
A timer went off and Arden stood.
“Time to check it,” he said gently. I stopped fidgeting and took a breath, walking slowly back to the counter and picking up the test. The lines were stark and obvious, there was no second guessing.
“The anticipation is killing me, Avery,” Ford protested. “What is it?”
I turned around, all the nerves falling away as I took in my pack.
“I’m pregnant.”
I don’t know who moved first, but loud yells were followed by my mates crushing me in a group hug. There was no hesitation or running away, they were embracing this new step in our life.
As they pulled away one of my hands drifted to my stomach and I blinked away tears.
“I’m going to be a mom.”