Chapter 6
Grace
T here’s nothing inherently sexy about making scent pouches. In fact, the outside smells should have been a turn off.
Yet, here I was, thirsting after my pack. Their arm muscles were flexing as they tore open boxes and pulled out buckets of scent beads.
Their eyes continued to lock onto me at every opportunity, as if they couldn’t stop themselves.
Beck was the worst. His stare was loaded, a dark look full of heat. He wanted to devour me and it was very clear if I wasn’t holding back, he wouldn’t be, either.
It made me feel in control, but I kind of hated it.
I wanted to give in. To trust they wouldn’t leave like he did. I knew it was petty to hold onto old grudges, but the way my high school sweetheart left me behind and never looked back, hurt. Our scents were compatible, though nothing like this.
God, I was pathetic.
Needing a voice of reason, I pulled out my phone and clicked on my text thread with Sidney. She was one of my best friends, and would be the one to keep my secret the best. She knew nothing of my past, so I kept it that way. It felt too silly to talk about all these years later.
Grace: SOS! S! O! S!
Sidney: What’s going on? You’ve got my attention.
Grace: I found them.
Sidney: Wait? THEM?! Like, your pack???
Sidney: How is this an SOS situation?
Grace: Okay this STAYS between us. Agreed?
Sidney: You know I won’t share if you don’t want me to. And neither will the guys.
I knew texting a packed up omega meant the whole pack would be in on it.
Grace: The alpha is Hailey’s groom’s brother. If that doesn't sound complicated, I don’t know what is.
Grace: Oh, and the two betas are his best friends, also groomsmen in this wedding.
Sidney: And this is a problem, why? Hailey will be excited for you.
Grace: She would. But I can’t do it. I told them it stays a secret until after the wedding. Hailey deserves this time to shine.
Sidney: Of course, she does, but how is this taking away from Hailey? You aren’t having a shotgun wedding.
Grace: You don’t know my family, Sid. They’re insane and are forever ruining our moments. Graduation for Hailey? My aunt had to announce a pregnancy. My sweet sixteen, my cousin won some stupid school award and they made a huge production out of it.
Sidney: What assholes.
Grace: I got a promotion at work I worked my ass off for, we went out to celebrate and my dad had to announce his and they acted like mine was just a little thing, no big deal.
Grace: We couldn’t celebrate anything. I won’t do this to her.
Sidney: I hate to say I agree, but I get it now. What do you need me to do other than keep my mouth shut?
Grace: Well, we’re all four here alone for the weekend. Tell me to keep out of their fucking bed.
Sidney: HAHAHAHAHA
Sidney: Absolutely not. Fuck them. Blow their minds, let them blow out your back, then make them PINE for you this week. Then when you come back together it’ll be explosive. So. Many. Orgasms.
Grace: This is such a bad idea. I’m about to lay myself out on this table for them. They’re making me so fucking horny.
Sidney: That’s the pack bond. The moment my scent finally kicked in, it was over.
Grace: Ugh, I hate the idea of doing this, letting them in, then staying away. Plus, we have to figure out melding our lives together.
Sidney: You know your heart best, Grace. Do only what you feel comfortable with. And the rest will fall in place. It always does.
Sidney: But really, fuck them Grace. You’ve waited long enough.
With a huff I tossed my phone in my bag, not realizing they were watching me this closely.
Three sets of eyes were locked on me. Beck’s eyebrow rose.
“Care to share with the class?”
I groaned. “No?”
“That wasn’t very convincing, muse. Are you still conflicted over this whole secret thing? Because I could convince you right here on this table it’s a bad idea,” Cade offered. His tongue swept over his full bottom lip and a pulse of heat went straight to my core.
Their nostrils flared as my arousal made my scent sweeter. I shifted in my chair, trying to hide it, but they knew damn well.
“Why deny yourself, sweetheart?”
“Why is everyone encouraging me to fuck you?” I grumbled, making them all laugh.
Spencer leaned forward, those warm, brown eyes capturing me and locking me in place. My pulse quickened as I waited for him to speak.
“Who else are you discussing this with, freckles? Is this you telling us that you want this just as bad as we do?”
“W-we have a job to do,” I argued weakly. “Let’s focus on this.”
“That works for me,” Beck said with a smug smile. “Dinner will be here soon and you should eat to keep your energy up. We plan to worship you this entire weekend.”
“If you let us,” Spencer tacked on, glaring at his alpha.
Fuck, I wanted it. More than I’d ever wanted anything.
“Are you wet for us, Grace? Soaking through that dress, painting your thighs in slick?” Beck asked. His voice was deeper now. The husky lust mixing with his usual tone.
The effect was pure fucking sex appeal.
“So, where are the pouches we’re filling?” I choked out as my entire body flushed and my slick did just as he predicted. Damn alphas. “Do we just mix the scent beads and fill them up?”
“We better take showers after. I hate that these things are masking her scent,” Cade muttered as they popped open the tubs and started pouring the different colored beads in a giant bin, mixing them together and pulling out several scoops that had a narrow end to fill the bags easier.
It was a mix of sandalwood, subtle florals, and a hint of raspberry and vanilla. Hailey and Nolan’s mixed scent.
“Let’s start with the centerpieces, then we can move onto pouches,” Spencer said. He was taking over now, showing that he had an attention to detail.
They brought in the four boxes of mason jars, refusing to let me help carry them. Instead, I pulled out the jars, lining the table in them with lids stacked in the empty box.
I eyed the jars, then the tub of beads.
“I think she got too big of jars,” I said with a frown. “It would take three of those tubs to fill them.”
“Nah, there’s ways around that,” Cade said easily, grabbing some styrofoam cylinders they brought and sliding them into the jars. It filled most of the jar, leaving a small space on the edges and at the top the beads would easily fill.
“Should I be concerned you guys are better at design than I am?”
“No,” Cade laughed. “We use these in our displays sometimes. Nolan asked if we could bring them for the jars Hailey picked out.”
“This is why I stick to digital design,” I said, taking the jar and a scoop and starting to fill it. For now they’d be locked in with lids, then day of we’d add the mesh tops over the jars to let the scent out.
They wanted the wedding all about them and this was going to be the perfect way to showcase their bond.
Then I thought of my family and sighed. “We should mention something to them about scent-blocking spray party favors. They can put them at the door so no one ruins the vibe. I know my family, they will try.”
“Really?” Spencer asked. “Why would they do that?”
“Let’s just say we have a dysfunctional family,” I said, shaking my head. “They’ll do everything they can to ruin this. I’m going to be so stressed trying to keep them from fucking it up as it is.”
Understanding dawned on all three of them.
“That’s why the secrets?” Beck guessed. “Not just the spotlight but because they’ll cause even more problems if we show our new bond?”
“It is.” Their gazes were softer now. They weren’t just overly sexy, these men were thoughtful and understanding. They weren’t pushing me more than I could take and I knew I could trust them to keep our secret for mine and my sister’s sake.
“We’ve got you, Grace. We’ll keep the secret even if it’s going to be pure torture. Just make sure your room is next to ours,” Beck said. “Secrets aside, you are our mate and we want to keep you safe, too.”
“Okay,” I said, tucking my bottom lip between my teeth as I fought off the flush spreading over my cheeks and neck.
Despite my reservations, I liked their attention. They were full of stray looks and soft touches, easily working me up without even trying.
Though, from the flush in their own cheeks and eyes full of lust, they felt the same.
Maybe I could give in.
It wouldn’t change the secret we’d have to keep, but it would give me something to hold onto, and something even more to look forward to after it was all said and done.
“Take me upstairs,” I said, my voice calm and steady despite the nerves rushing through me. My pulse was pounding in my ears and my body was aching for their touch.
I needed this.
Now.
There was no hesitation as Beck circled the table and threw me over his shoulders, taking me up the stairs two at a time. Excitement thrummed in my veins as my laughter trailed behind us.
He didn’t put me down until we were standing in the large bathroom. Spencer stripped down until he was naked and stepped in to set the water.
My mouth watered at the sight of him. He was lean and strong, a golden dusting of hair dancing down his torso and leading right to a thick cock that made me want to drop to my knees. He was huge, even without a knot.
Fate was honestly a girl’s girl.
When I started to drop to my knees, Beck stopped me.
“Not yet, omega. Let him get the water turned on then you can have a taste.” His voice was a low whisper in my ear but Spencer’s lips tipped up in the corner and red seeped into his cheeks.
My eyes were glued to his cock, moaning softly at the sight of precum leaking from the end at just the mention of what I wanted to do.
“She’s feral for you, beta,” Beck told him. “You better hurry.”
“It’s ready,” Spencer said as water sprayed from the shower heads. They spanned the ceiling and down the back wall to accommodate more than one person.
“Fuck, this looks like heaven,” I said as I stepped in, eyes drifting closed as warmth surrounded me from all sides.
“Someone better call our contractor in the morning,” Cade joked.
I frowned at that. Where did they even live?
It was a cold shock amidst the heat of the moment.
Not one to miss anything, Beck was there again, pressing himself to my back.
“Don’t slip away from us, sweetheart. The details can come later,” he purred in my ear, the deep rumble soothing enough I relaxed against him. “Open those eyes and look at your beta. He’s waiting for you.”
My eyes snapped open again to see Spencer slowly stroking his cock. His eyes were half-lidded as he watched me.
This time I didn’t stop to overthink it as I tore off my dress and walked forward. His skin was red from the steam and his scent was even sharper here. Tart cherry, tangy blue raspberry, a hint of lemon and sugar, and a frosty musk that had my eyes rolling back and warmth rushing through me.
In all my life, I had never wanted anyone more. No, needed, anyone more than I did in this moment.
Stopping in front of Spencer, I felt bold and unashamed. Even more important, I felt in control.
“Fuck, you’re so damn perfect, freckles. I knew these trailed where I couldn’t see,” he teased, fingers ghosting over the small marks dotting my skin from head to toes.
“Let’s see if you taste as mouthwatering as you smell,” I said back as I dropped to my knees at his feet.
His head dipped down to follow me, lips parting slightly on a shocked gasp. I swear not one of them was breathing as I wrapped my fingers around the base of his long cock, stroking him slowly as I peeked up under my lashes.
Was I playing it up to drive him crazy? Oh, absolutely.
My tongue darted out to lap up the bead of precum on his tip, humming at the sweet and tart taste that absolutely matched his scent.
I had never liked giving blow jobs before.
Something about putting my mouth on the alphas and betas in my past, not knowing if I could trust them to read me and not overwhelm me, had me holding back.
But as I looked up at Spencer, I knew he would never push me too far. They all watched me far too closely for that.
The low groans coming out of him were everything. Each one turning me on more and more so I was dripping down my legs and desperate.
“Omega, you have to stop. I’m going to come,” he protested. I didn’t bother to listen, instead swallowing him, my throat constricting around his cock before I was pulling back and pushing forward, doing it all over again.
I set a pace that stole my breath but made his hands tighten in my curls, my name falling from his lips in a desperate plea.
I’d unravelled this calm and in control beta. Made him mine.