Chapter 18 – Wilder
Chapter Eighteen
Wilder
Iknew prying Lacey away from Grim wouldn’t be easy, but I’m persistent. If my first plan hadn’t worked, I would have offered to bring her to my meeting and followed it up with a shopping trip.
Grim means a lot to me. I want nothing but the best for the big fucker, and that includes seeing him happy with Lacey.
And yet, I’m concerned about what it means for Callum and me if Grim and Lacey emotionally bond too quickly.
They’re already bonded in the physical sense.
That alone could make it hard for him to let other alphas get close to his newly bonded omega.
We all have to tread carefully.
Mostly, though, I just want an opportunity to spoil Lacey with a few gifts picked out especially for her. She lets me guide her into the pack bedroom with my arm wrapped around her lower back and my hand resting on her hip.
While she was eating, I pulled the boxes from the closet and brought them out to the bed.
After I made it.
Since Grim is a caveman.
The housekeeper only focuses on the common rooms and the laundry, meaning the three of us are responsible for picking up after ourselves when it comes to our bedrooms.
Although, I might break down and add cleaning the primary bedroom to the docket. I don’t want Lacey to feel obligated to clean up after the three of us.
We come to a stop at the edge of the bed.
Three large boxes sit in a line at the end of the mattress.
“I would have wrapped them, but I personally have no skill when it comes to wrapping paper,” I say, chuckling. “Go on. Dive in. I think it’ll help with your current dilemma.”
I don’t know why I’m being so helpful. I’d much prefer to continue seeing her clad in one of our shirts, but I know she’ll probably want to run to her apartment for a few things.
“You really didn’t have to get me anything,” she says, but she’s also already in the process of unfolding the flaps of the first box. She reaches inside and pulls out a small pile of clothing.
There’s a lot more in the box than what she tugged out, but I’m sure she wants to take her time examining each item.
“Check the tags. I’m fairly sure we got close to your size. I showed Alice a few pictures of you, and she’s extremely efficient. Occasionally, I’ll try on my suits just to be sure I like the cut, but she’s scary accurate when guessing sizes.”
Lacey’s head whips to look at me, and her eyes narrow. “Who is Alice?”
I can’t help but chuckle.
Omegas are known to be possessive of their alphas, and that gives me hope that she wants me in her pack.
“I should have led with that, huh? She’s the personal stylist I inherited from my dads. She’s pushing sixty, so no need for the evil eye.”
“Oh,” the little omega whispers, going back to checking out the clothing items.
“The box on the far right has a variety of sizes. I believe she picked items a size up and down from the one she guessed would fit.” I shrug. “At worst, you can assuredly find something in there.”
“This was very thoughtful.” She holds up a gray sweater dress, checking it out. “Thank you, Wilder.”
Lacey continues going through the items, tossing them into different piles. Once she gets to the bottom, she pulls out a handful of panties in a variety of styles. “Huh, thanks. I think I’m going to wash these before wearing them.”
“There should be matching bras in there somewhere.” My teeth dig into my lower lip as I slide behind her, planting my hands on her hips. “I’m all for you going without a bra and panties, especially around the house.”
She spins to face me, planting her hands on my chest. “First of all, thank you. The clothes are amazing, and it’s all things I would have picked for myself if I had the chance. I’m just a little confused about what’s happening with us. I know you and Grim are close—”
“I was hoping we could consider this a courting gift.” I keep my eyes on her face, studying every micro-expression.
“We’re highly compatible, at least biologically speaking.
Now we just need to determine if we’re a good life match.
Isn’t that the purpose of courting? We go on dates, buy you gifts, and get to know each other along the way. ”
“What about our family?”
“They left the state.” I shrug. “Even if they didn’t like it, they couldn’t say too much, and for the record, that’s not how I see it going down. My dads will be happy for us.”
Dawn might be another story. It’s hard to tell.
I knew my fathers were done with the mob lifestyle way before they met Lacey’s mom, but I’m not sure they actually would have left if Dawn wasn’t in the picture.
They never implied that she pushed them to retire, so I truly have no idea if they made the call or she did.
Either way, I’m not sure she’ll be jumping with joy when she finds out her baby girl is shacked up with me.
I’ll just have to introduce her to Callum. Once she meets him, she’ll be grateful for me and Grim.
“I’ve never had a heat, Wilder,” Lacey says, darting her gaze away. “I might never. My birthday is in, what? Less than a week? If I don’t present by then… There’s a very good chance I never will.”
My head tilts.
I’m not sure why I assumed she took suppressants, but she must not if she’s concerned about the prospect of never presenting.
Suppressants block an omega’s body from going into heat.
I was under the impression that’s why she never took time off or considered going to the OPA or one of the private omega sanctuaries.
“And you believe that knowledge will deter me from wanting to court you?” I ask, attempting to follow her train of thought.
“Because it doesn’t. I’ve spent three years waiting for the chance to get to know you.
I can assure you, heat sex has nothing to do with my infatuation.
” Bringing my hand to her cheek, I dip my mouth to hers, capturing her lips.
She tastes sweet, and I’m obsessed with the way she gasps into the kiss as I fuck my tongue into her mouth. She stretches up onto her tiptoes to wrap her hand around the back of my neck.
Lacey is a bossy kisser and a little uncoordinated. Hell, it’s been over three years since I’ve kissed anyone. Maybe I’m the one who’s out of practice.
A low growl rattles out of my chest as my nostrils flare, breathing in her electric scent.
I meant what I said about wanting her whether or not she ever has a heat, but my instincts are convinced that she will.
She smells entirely too potent not to. My pheromones sit heavy in the air, and hers pulse in response, making my head hazy.
“Fuck,” I groan against her lips as my knot pulses.
One second, she’s leaning against my chest, and in the next, my hand is on her backside, and I’m lifting her without ever breaking the kiss. Her feet wrap around my ass, and she cradles my jaw with her hand.
She shakes out of the robe with her free arm and swaps to the other. Once she’s out of it, she lets it fall off of her.
Shit.
Are we undressing?
I’ve got a fuck of a lot more clothing on than she does, but I love the power dynamic of being in my suit while she’s only clad in Grim’s shirt.
Oh, and the reindeer slippers. We can’t forget those.
The naughty little thing nips at my lip, making a dangerous growl rattle out of my chest. My hand tightens on her lower back as the other snakes into the hair at the base of her skull, and I fight her for control of the kiss.
The scent of her pheromones gets so thick, there’s no way it doesn’t qualify as a perfume, and it does my head in.
I was under the impression omegas only perfumed on the edge of a heat.
I take a few steps around the end of the bed, barely able to focus enough to ensure I don’t lay her down on all of her new clothes. Once I’m at the edge of the mattress, I kneel and lower Lacey onto it as I stretch out over her.
The way she smells is doing funny shit to my head, and I’m lost to the way her tongue feels swirling around mine.
Lacey’s fingers dig into the back of my neck, and she grinds against my knee that rests between her thighs. It’s hot as fuck imagining being able to smell her all day, but I wouldn’t want to share her scent with anyone, and I’ll be forced into meetings in only a few short hours.
My hand skates up her thigh, working under Grim’s shirt. I brush the backs of my fingers over her pelvis, teasing and giving her the chance to object if she’s not comfortable with where this is headed.
She whimpers as I cup her pussy, and she uses her feet on my ass as leverage to push herself up into my hand. I chuckle against her lips and circle her clit with my middle finger.
Lacey moans loudly.
I say a little prayer that she doesn’t summon Grim or Callum. With how fucked my head is, I think I might try to kill them if they attempted to take her away from me.
Shit.
There’s no way Grim won’t be able to sense her euphoria in the bond.
“More,” Lacey says, nodding. “You smell so good. It’s making my entire body buzz.”
“I’ve got you, beautiful.” I take the opportunity to tease lower, testing her opening.
She’s dripping.
Utterly soaked.
A growl vibrates out of my chest as I shove two fingers inside her.
The omega arches off the mattress and toward me, but all I can focus on is the way her walls cling to my fingers. Making sure my palm teases her clit, I get to work fucking her with my hand.
I pull back from our kiss, watching her face as I test exactly what she likes. When her legs shake, and her feet bounce against my ass, I know I hit the sweet spot.
My head is a foggy mess, my instincts screaming at me to mount, rut, breed, claim… Over and over in a loop that signals it’s far too dangerous for me to be within biting distance. At least, without someone around to stop me from doing something stupid.
Seeing her face twist in pleasure as she begs for more puts every ounce of willpower I possess to the test.
My canines pulse with the same ache that radiates in my knot. I’m just weighing the pros and cons of testing whether she would accept my claiming bite when her inner walls start to ripple. It feels like her pussy is searching for a knot.
“Right there,” she sobs.
“Beg like that, and I’ll give you anything you ask for.” Diving back down, I kiss her as she moans and gets so much slicker.
“Fuck!” Lacey thrashes as her orgasm washes through her body, and she begs, breaking our kiss.
“That’s it, little sister. Come all over my hand.” I nip at her lower lip and slam against her G-spot. Her pussy locks down on my fingers, making it difficult to move, but I do the best I can to turn her world upside down. “Gush for me. I want you dripping down my fist.”
My cock is a sticky, leaking mess.
There’s no way I won’t have to change and shower before I can go into work, but it’s so fucking worth it.
“You’re beautiful. Such a perfect little omega. I’ve got you…” I continue murmuring soft words of how amazing she is.
She shivers and shakes for so long it’s impressive, but I let off her clit a bit when she starts to groan.
If I thought I could get away with it without having hell to pay, I’d cancel my meetings and stay in bed with her all day.
Lacey’s eyes pop open, and she’s wrecked. “Holy shit.”
“Yeah.” I smirk, pulling my fingers free of her sex. I love knowing her pink cheeks and sweaty brow are because of me.
Her face only gets redder as I bring my fingers to my lips, licking and sucking off her slick. “Wilder!”
I shrug.
She might act like she’s scandalized, but the sparkle in her eyes says she likes it when I’m a little dirty.
“You’re fucking delectable. Here, wanna see what you taste like on my tongue?” I don’t give her the opportunity to object before I shove my tongue into her mouth.
I’m going to have to jerk off in the shower before I leave. That’s okay. I have a heap of delicious memories to keep me company while I fuck the hand I got her off with.