Chapter 30
Graham
Lark straddles my lap the entire ride home from the restaurant.
By the time Silas eases the Rover into the garage, she’s removed my tie, unbuttoned my shirt to my navel, licked every inch of tattoo she can reach, and scent marked me so often I’m swimming in her salty caramel perfume.
I smell like her. My alpha has never been more satisfied.
My cock is achingly hard. It’s only respect for Saint that keeps me from knotting her right here in the backseat.
It’s annoying as hell. With scent-sensitive alphas and omegas, sex in front of pack members should be the most natural thing in the world.
Sure, there will be times when two members want privacy.
But other times, I want to fuck her where they can see.
And I want them to fuck her where I can see.
Because there’s one thing I’ve learned recently.
I love to watch.
Saint all but bolts from the Rover mumbling something about driving his Jeep next time.
But he won’t. First, Silas won’t allow it.
He rarely flexes his dominance as pack alpha, but when it comes to Lark, Silas will do anything.
Even pushing our recalcitrant packmate into Lark’s space until he screws his head on correctly.
But second, and even more importantly, Saint is coming around all on his own.
Silas doesn’t see it. He’s too wrapped up in whatever special torment he’s putting himself through with Lark. I know he’s not fucking her. I smell him on her, but not in the skin-deep way my scent mingles with hers. My guess is that Silas has cock-blocked himself out of seeing straight.
But I see Saint. I see the way he watches Lark.
The way he leans in close when she speaks.
The way his nose twitches when she walks past. I know he listens every time she talks about OmegaBox.
I catch the smiles he tries to hide when she tells us about something funny a customer wrote in fan mail.
Saint thinks no one notices. I notice everything.
He may have some personal stuff he still needs to work out, but he’s all-in with our omega, even if his head hasn’t figured it out yet.
I step from the Rover with Lark still straddling my hips. Once I’m fully upright, she tightens her legs around my waist. “Nest?” I ask, already turning toward the door to the kitchen.
She bites her bottom lip in that way that I love and nods her head. “I have a surprise for you.”
Behind her, Silas lets out a low grunt. It catches her attention and she turns so she can see him. Her legs are still wrapped tightly around my waist, but she lets go of my shoulders, trusting that he will catch her as her upper body falls into his.
“I want you there, too, Daddy.”
Daddy.
Oh shit, that’s hot. Why didn’t I think of it? I file it away for further thought.
“Lark, you know I can’t.” Silas voice is strained but his whiskey scent spikes.
Yep, he’s totally cockblocking himself. I make a mental note to send him some research about the negative effects when alphas deny their natural urges to knot their mate.
The studies are slim and the conclusions are questionable, but if it gets Silas out of his own way, I’ll cite it with confidence.
“Come to the nest, Silas. Our girl wants you there. Don’t you, beautiful?” She nods against Silas’ chest.
“Please,” she murmurs. “I’ll be good, Daddy. I promise.”
I can see the exact moment Silas gives in.
“Just tonight,” he kisses her, then helps her sit back up so her arms can latch around my shoulders again.
I hide my smile along the side of Lark’s neck.
I carry my girl into the house and up the stairs. Every step causes her ass to bounce against my hard cock. It’s sweet torture.
When we enter the nest, Lark slides down my body and runs her hand along the wall until she finds the switch. Hundreds of tiny twinkle lights come to life. The entire room glows like we’ve stepped into the night sky.
Silas pauses at the threshold, then steps inside slowly. He takes it all in. The lights, the pillows. And something in his expression goes very quiet. Then he steps inside.
“It’s beautiful, little bird. The colors you chose are perfect.”
She prowls closer to him, a cat with her prey, then takes his hand and pulls him further into the nest. She’s not going to let him escape.
“Come in. I need to show Graham his surprise.”
“Did you get a new outfit for me, beautiful?”
“You’ll see.” She grabs my hand, too, and tugs Silas and me toward the bed. Then she plants both hands on our chests and shoves. She’s not big enough to move me unless I allow it, but why would I resist her?
I fall onto the mattress exactly like she wanted me to.
Silas does the same. And then I see it. The ceiling above the nest is covered by one massive circular mirror.
The edges have been trimmed so that they match the room’s crown molding.
It blends perfectly with the rest of the room.
Like it was always supposed to be a part of it.
“Oh, shit. Is this your thing, Graham?” There’s no censure in Silas’ words.
I shrug. “I like watching my girl ride me.”
Lark crawls over me, tugging my opened shirt from my pants. “And I like to watch when you knot me. I’m going to watch when you bite me, too.”
“Do you want that, beautiful?” I ask quietly. “My bite?”
Her golden eyes lock on mine. “More than anything.” My cock kicks. My heart does, too.
She turns to Silas. “You too, mountain man. I want both of your marks. Right here.” She drags her fingers across her neck.
“I can’t wait for your heat,” I gasp. “For when I can bond you and feel you with me all the time.”
She licks a line from my belt buckle up to the dip between my pecs, then moves her mouth to the left, sucking and nipping at my tattoos.
I never take my eyes from the mirror above us. Her blue dress is hugging the curves of her perfect body. I reach down and push it up over her lush hips. Purple thong panties leave most of her round ass on display in the mirror.
“I don’t want to talk about my heat,” she murmurs between kisses. “I hate it.”
She means it. She’s not being dramatic. I know exactly what her heats have cost her, and I think about it more than she knows.
“You haven’t had a heat with us.” Silas cups her perfect ass. “Your alphas will take care of you.”
She leans across me and kisses him. It’s sloppy and messy, and stupidly, unreasonably hot.
“I want my alphas to take care of me right now,” she groans against his mouth.
All three of our scents spike. The air in the room is thick with it. Lark’s sweet and salty caramel mixed with my bittersweet chocolate hazelnut and Silas’ rich honeyed whiskey. It smells incredible. My cock throbs painfully and my mouth waters. The combined scent makes my knot start to swell.
I close my eyes for a moment so I can focus on the perfect perfume our bodies create when they mingle.
The mattress dips as Silas pushes his body up. He maneuvers himself so that he’s kneeling behind her.
He slides his hands over one exposed ass cheek, then smacks her bottom just hard enough that it pops. The sharp crack echoes and a perfect red handprint blooms on her ass cheek. Lark jolts forward with a gasp, but her scent spikes hard. Sweeter, needier.
“Too rough?”
She shakes her head, causing her teeth to graze along my nipple. Pleasure zings through my core. “More, daddy.”
“Good girl.” Silas growls low and delivers two more fast, stinging smacks. Each one makes her pussy clench visibly and drip fresh slick down her thighs. Lark groans.
I pull her further up my body so I can kiss her properly. Her scent is thick, sweet caramel and salt. I want to bathe in it. She’s hungry for more than kisses, though.
“Fuck me,” she whispers against my cheek.
Silas and Saint may be dealing with their own shit, but I won’t turn down my omega. I help her off the bed, then stand so I can undress completely. She eyes me greedily, only taking her gaze from my body for a second when Silas pulls her dress over her head.
“On your back,” she demands when I’m fully undressed. I love when my omega gets bossy.
I do as she says, lying back against the dozens of pillows lining the mattress. Silas removes her bra and lowers her thong past her knees. She kicks out of it. Then she’s on me so fast it makes my head spin.
Her hot, wet mouth sinks down my cock until I hit the back of her throat. She gags softly but doesn’t pull off, just swallows around me, tears pricking her eyes while she moans. Then she takes it again, and again.
Silas is behind her again. I watch as he pulls up on her hips until her ass is fully presented to his view.
He bends, licking up her pussy to that tight bundle of nerves.
His eyes close in pleasure. But mine don’t.
I can’t look away as Silas buries his face between her spread cheeks, licking noisily from her dripping cunt up to her tight little asshole.
The wet, obscene sounds of his tongue fill the room.
I never take my eyes off the reflection of my girl bobbing on my cock. I love watching her body. The looks on her face when she comes. The way she sways her hips seeking more from Silas.
His fingers and mouth work against her pussy and ass until she’s writhing, slurping sloppily on my dick. She falls apart groaning around my length.
“Such a good girl,” Silas growls, “coming for your alpha like that.”
She moans again and— Oh. My. God.
Silas pulls her to kneeling, forcing her mouth to slip from my shaft.
“Graham wants to fuck you, little bird.” Her glassy eyes dart between Silas and me. “Do you want that? To let your alpha knot you while I play with your sweet ass.”
“Yesss,” she hisses.
He helps her climb on top of me, and she seats herself so quickly on my length that it steals my breath. Her scorching, soaking pussy swallows every inch in one greedy slide.
“Beautiful, that’s—”
But I can’t finish because Lark is riding me hard. She’s desperate. For me. I may never get used to that.
Silas reaches between us gathering her slick on his fingers. He whispers, “That’s it, baby girl. Show daddy how you ride your alpha.” I don’t know how it’s possible, but she gushes even more slick. Her pussy squeezes and sucks on my cock, begging for my knot. I pump deeper.
Her breathing hitches. “Oh, that’s—”
“Feel good?” Silas chuckles. The angles are all wrong, so I can’t see more than his hand along her ass.
“More,” she whines again. Silas works a second slick finger into her ass, and I feel it through her thin walls. The pressure makes her clench viciously around my cock.
I don’t know if she’s talking to me or Silas, but we both take action. His hand pumps faster against her bottom and I thrust in so deep I lock my knot inside her pussy. She grinds her clit along the hard rim until I almost blackout.
“So close,” she cries.
“One more finger,” Silas grunts.
“Come on my knot, beautiful,” I growl
And then my girl is falling apart. Her tight omega pussy clutches so tight on my knot it pulls a deep roar from my lungs. I fall apart, shooting hot ropes of cum deep inside my girl.
She collapses onto my chest, panting and trembling around my locked knot. Silas keeps his fingers buried in her ass, slowly stroking while he kisses her shoulder.
“That was—”
“Was I too rough?” Silas’ voice is breathy.
“You were perfect.”
I take my eyes off our reflection long enough to see the smile on his face.
“So, is that a yes to light spankings and butt stuff?” I ask.
She giggles. “I think so.”
Silas kisses her shoulder again before standing and walking to the bathroom. He returns with a warm cloth. He cleans her bottom and kisses her one more time before stepping toward the door.
“Where are you going?” she asks.
“To get us some waters,” he answers. “Need anything else?”
A look of absolute delight covers her face. “So you’ll stay with me tonight?”
He stops in the doorway. The glow from the bathroom backlights him so that he looks even more enormous than usual. “I can’t leave you now.”
She sighs happily against my chest. This pack feels closer to complete. Closer to everything I’ve ever wanted. One person away from everything.
“Happy, beautiful?”
She kisses my chest, then props up a little so she can look me in the eye. “Very happy.”
I carefully turn us so that we are lying on our sides, or as much as we can in this position. I’m still locked deep inside her and neither of us is going anywhere soon.
We both turn our heads so we’re looking at each other through the mirror’s reflection.
“Did you like your surprise?”
“I love it,” I say. “But I love you more.”
Her smile goes soft. “I meant what I said. About the bite. I want to bond with you.”
There’s a guy in my department who talks about post-nut clarity. I think I get post-nut emotion instead, because I swear, tears fill my eyes.
I turn back so I’m facing her. “I want to bond with you, too.” I squeeze her tight to my chest. “I’ve dreamed about this. All my life. Since I was old enough to understand what it meant to have an omega. I just never thought…”
“Never thought what?”
I look at her. “Never thought it would feel like this. With you. I love you.”
Her fingers curl in my hair. “I love you, too.”
She turns again so she can see the mirror. I do the same.
“Do you like it?” I ask. I look at us in the mirror. Her tucked against my chest. The lights still glowing around us.
A slow smile breaks across her swollen lips. “I think next time, we find a position that allows us both to watch.”