Chapter 17
Mags
I’m such an idiot. I can’t believe I thought they might be happy to hear me say it.
I can’t believe I thought it would make a difference.
A soft knock on the door startles me, and I jump. Before I can snap at whoever it is, a wave of sympathy and concern flows through me.
It’s Nik.
“Mags? Hon, let me in.”
“Are they out there?” I don’t want to see Kip or Kaden right now, not after that fiasco. I’ll let my mate in, but that’s it.
“It’s just me.”
I open the door for Nik, and he shuts it the second he’s inside. He perches on the edge of my bed, but I’m not ready to sit yet. I need to pace and seethe and rant, so that’s what I do.
“Best friends! I poured my fucking heart out, and that’s all they can say?”
Nik sits silently, watching me.
“I’ve never been so humiliated in my life. I mean, how could they think I was talking about ‘best friends’? Especially after what happened in the mansion—for fuck’s sake, I was all over them!”
I stop to catch my breath, and Nik leans forward.
“Mags, before your heat, did you ever show any kind of romantic interest in either twin? Be honest.”
“Well, no … I mean, of course not, but—Look, they had to know after that; who wouldn’t know after we—But wait, that’s not fair! They didn’t show interest either!” I whirl around and turn on Nik. “You said Kip is in love with me. You lied!”
Exasperation sparks through the bond. “Kip has looked at you with puppy-dog eyes every day since I met you guys. He’s so obvious.
I meant it when I said he’d follow you straight into Hell without a single complaint.
That’s not just ‘best friend’ energy; he loves you.
Same as I do. Maybe even more, honestly. ”
I blink in surprise. More than Nik? The strength of emotion I feel through the bond is so intense … What would a stronger love feel like?
“Come here.” He holds his arms out to me, and I crawl into bed next to him. “Look, if it’s any consolation, they did eventually realize what you meant. I saw it in their faces when you walked out. Just give them some time.”
While he talks, Nik rubs and massages my lower back.
It starts out as a simple act of affection, but soon his fingers slow and press deeper.
I let out a soft moan, and I sense his hardening cock through the bond.
His hands move higher, kneading up my spine until they reach my neck, which at this point is as loose as jelly.
Nik brushes my hair off my neck and runs his hands back down my sides. He kisses the back of my neck softly, then pulls me into his lap in one swift motion.
Now I feel his cock through more than just the bond.
“I know this isn’t your nest,” he whispers, “but you’re not in heat anymore, either.”
My lips part, and I sigh as he moves those firm hands of his around to the front of my waist.
“Is this okay?” he asks as he slides his fingertips under the waistband of my panties.
“Mm-hm …”
Those hands move farther down, pushing the fabric with them, but because I’m sitting on him, my pants and underwear get stuck.
“Lift those hips.”
I do as I’m told, and Nik shoves my clothes around the globe of my ass, exposing me partially—but it’s not enough.
“Now shimmy out of these like a good girl, m’kay?”
I wiggle and kick, struggling to get out of the damn clothes.
It doesn’t help that Nik still has a grip on my hips, which makes it harder to move.
I’d mouth off about it, but then I get a shockwave of pleasure through the bond as my butt rubs his cock through his pants.
My struggle is turning him on, and the sensations coursing through the bond open a floodgate of desire in my body.
Finally, the pants come off and land in a pile on the floor.
I lean back into Nik, and he rewards me with gentle pressure on my clit.
His other hand glides up my stomach, pushing my shirt up, and he kisses my mark, licking and sucking on the spot.
My eyes drift closed, and I focus on the sensations.
“Arms up.”
Off goes the shirt, and the rustling and movement behind me and underneath me tell me Nik is undressing as well.
As much as he can, that is. I’m still straddling his legs, so in lieu of removing his pants, he just unzips the fly and pulls his cock out. It bumps my ass, and a wet smear of precum dribbles down one cheek.
“Oh, fuck, Mags … You’re so perfect …”
An intrusive thought invades my mind at his words, but Nik is quick to correct my treacherous brain.
“It’s not a lie. You’re absolutely perfect just as you are.”
I open my mouth to argue, but he brushes my clit again with his thumb, and I forget what smart remark I was going to say.
The motion is soft, gentle, but so shocking that it takes my breath away.
As an alpha with years of experience pleasing omegas, it shouldn’t surprise me that Nik can hit all the right spots on the first go.
Hell, I’ve been sleeping with him off and on just as long. He knows my body better than anyone.
“While you were moping this morning,” he mutters into my neck, “I was on the phone with Clint Donnelly. They’re not going to sue, and they’re not going to tell anyone that you’re an omega.”
My body stiffens, and my eyes pop open. “What?”
“It seems you’re not the first omega guest they’ve had in their house, and you’re also not the first victim of Dave Donnelly’s med tampering.
He’s on his last warning from the court, so one more accusation could get their chain-smoking alpha son locked up for years.
” The whole time he talks, his hands and lips roam.
If the call upset him, in any way, I can’t tell; the only emotions I’m picking up are extreme lust and arousal. “Your secret is safe.”
Well, that takes care of the grift situation, but not the bigger problem of me destroying a lifetime of friendship. The pack bond genie is out of the bottle, and I’ll never get it back in there now.
My heart pounds in my chest. If only I’d known about this before … but the call came after I fucked things up. I shouldn’t beat myself up over this, but I can’t help it.
Nik pauses in his pawing, and he switches to a chaste hug as concern radiates between us.
“You’re okay, Mags. Don’t panic. I’m telling you so you can rest easy about it.”
Except I can’t rest easy. I can’t rest at all, not until I fix things with Kip and Kaden. Nik lets out a frustrated groan, and the sensual mood from the bond snaps like a broken rubber band.
“We’re not having sex now, are we?” he says.
I try to send reassurance his way, the same way he sends me his feelings, but all I feel in return is disappointment. “Sorry. I have to go find them.”
He releases me, but not before kissing my mark again. “Later? Promise.”
“Later. I promise.”
It takes a few minutes to get a fresh set of clothes picked out, and by the time I’m dressed and decent again, Nik has already vacated my room.
Before he shut the door, he sent a burst of encouragement through the bond.
My mood improves significantly at that, though I still worry about the damage I’ve done to my relationship with the twins.
When I come out of my room in a clean tank top and some shorts, I’m surprised to see both twins still in the living room. Kip’s wearing a new outfit, too, and they both sit on the couch, heads hung, hands wringing in their laps.
It’s a surreal scene. Like seeing double, only not.
Kaden never changed out of his pajamas from the night before, but Kip is wearing one of his better pairs of jeans—no holes or scuffs, and they look freshly pressed.
His button-down shirt is also ironed, and it looks like he’s put some styling product in his dark hair.
Kip looks like he’s dressed for his first high school date, while Kaden looks like the poor, rejected student the next morning after said date tanked.
Their heads pop up when I walk in, and I’m met with two identical faces full of regret.
“Um … Hi.” I scratch the back of my neck and try to find the right words. Are there even words that would be right for this situation? “I, uh … yeah.”
Oh, this is going splendidly.
Kip stands up first, then Kaden. There’s a moment of hesitation, a fraction of a second where I don’t know if I’m supposed to walk towards them, or if they’re supposed to start, or what’s going on.
Kaden’s mouth opens and shuts a few times, like a fish out of water gaping for air, but it’s Kip who finally finds his voice first.
“Nik said you wanted to talk to us.”
God bless Nik. Even though I was a tease, he still took the time to make sure the twins knew I’d be back for them.
I owe him extra loving for that.
“Yeah. I do.”
Their heads bob in sync as they nod, but we’re still all standing there awkwardly. I get the feeling that they won’t move until I do, so I gesture towards the couch. “Um. Yeah. Let’s sit.”
They sit back down, leaving me the middle cushion. I settle between them, carefully smoothing the hem of my shorts as I gather my thoughts.
“Okay. So, first off, Nik says the Donnellys promised not to blab. My secret is safe, provided we keep hush-hush about Dave messing with my suppressant. So … no worries there. All good.”
“Um … okay …” Kaden sounds confused, and I realize maybe I picked the wrong subject to start off with.
“So … yeah. No worries.” Fuck. When did I get this awkward? “I mean, no worries about the pack bond thing I mentioned. It’s, um … You don’t have to. If you don’t want to. Totally up to you two.”
I look down at my hands in my lap, unable to meet either pair of brown eyes. I don’t want to see their disappointment, and I definitely don’t want to see their rejection.
Kip cradles my cheek in his hand and turns my face to him. “What if we want to?”
“Huh?”
He leans forward, placing a soft, tender kiss on my lips. “Mags, we love you, too. Sure, I originally wasn’t keen on the idea, but that’s when I thought it was just part of a scam. I didn’t think—” His Adam’s apple bobs, as he swallows hard. “I didn’t think you really wanted it.”
Kaden’s fingers trail down my back, leaving goosebumps in their tracks.
“Same here. I know I’ve fooled around with other omegas, but it’s mainly because I didn’t think you wanted any kind of relationship.
Mate, pack, or otherwise.” His lips touch my neck, and his hand slides up the back of my shirt.
“We’re here for you, Mags. However you’ll have us. ”
Heat rises in my core, but it’s not biological; it’s purely sexual.
The twins are moving together but separately, each touching and kissing different areas to cause double the arousal.
I lean back against Kaden’s chest, and he holds me to him as he lies back, shifting and adjusting until he’s flat and I’m on top of him.
Kip follows, crawling up my body and gently stroking my spread thighs as he kisses the front of my throat.
“You’re both—Oh!—both sure?” A tiny nip on my collarbone from Kip interrupts me like a jolt of electricity.
“You can’t tell?” Kaden teases, his voice dropping nearly a full octave. He rolls his hips and rubs his cock against my ass. “Kip? What about you? Are you certain?”
Kip bites me again, harder. “I’m already halfway there.”
Oh God, this is really happening! I tilt my head to offer better angles to both twins, careful to keep the side that’s already marked away from any wandering teeth.
Within seconds, they’re both sucking and nibbling all over, like they’re trying to find the perfect spots.
My tank top winds up on the floor, and two sets of hands caress my breasts with expert precision.
I moan and try to participate, but the position I’m in only really gives me room to pet Kip. My arms just won’t bend right to get to Kaden, and I don’t feel that’s fair of me. I wriggle and stretch, but I just can’t reach.
“Uh-uh.” Kaden’s hands slide up my arms and raise them, trapping me by the wrists with my hands over our heads. “You just sit tight, Mags. We’ve got this.”
“That’s right, baby,” Kip says as his hand travels up my thigh. “Just hang on for the ride.”
With that, they both bite me at the same time, and I come so hard my shorts get soaked.