Chapter 35 – Wilder
Chapter Thirty-Five
Wilder
It’s rare that I get angry to the level I’m pissed at Callum. He’s never shied away from being honest about who he is, so I can’t exactly blame him for being himself. My frustration is compounded by the fact he didn’t even think to let me in on his plan. What if I’d had one of my own in motion?
I have several contacts at various police departments across the city.
They were passed down to me from my fathers, but I’ve also managed to cultivate a handful of my own.
The one major benefit of the new police commissioner is that he ran his campaign on the promise that organized crime in Boston was a thing of the past. It’s a load of bullshit, and anyone who’s anyone knows as much, but we’ve used it to our advantage more than once.
The man loves things tied up in a nice little bow, and I’ve heard from multiple sources that he’s instructed the district stations not to dig too deep when an easy explanation can be found.
A meth lab in a shitty motel seems like the type of cover-up that will have him creaming his panties, especially considering the culprits are from out of state.
He can push the narrative that it was an outside danger brought in by criminals looking to expand their territory.
It’s like I can hear his speech now. Through staunch police work, we were able to beat the criminals back before they could gain a foothold in our fine city.
I’m more concerned about what happens when the MC president finds out everyone he sent to Boston is dead.
If nothing else, we have mutually assured destruction with the O’Connors, meaning they’ll be as responsible for handling that problem as we are.
Maybe even more so, depending on exactly what Charlotte’s involvement with the MC was.
It leaves me wondering if she’s already shared that information with them.
I can’t understand why Malachy would volunteer to help Callum with his ludicrous plan, otherwise. Perhaps they’re more attached to the omega than Patrick let on in our conversations.
Jesus.
That would be a blessing.
Charlotte and her baggage would become the O’Connors’ problem to manage. Not to mention, the implications for their engagement to Vanessa. If the O’Connor brothers find happiness with Charlotte, that would free up Vanessa Chapman to do as she damn well pleases.
The thought is almost too good to be true.
And frankly?
My luck isn’t that solid.
Three alphas and one omega shoved into a shower—even one as grandiose as the one in the pack bathroom—is not a pleasant experience. That goes to show you what stubbornness gets you, some dark part of my mind taunts.
Not one of us was willing to be apart from Lacey to shower separately, so we tackle that as a pack.
Even if I’m the one who hasn’t had a chance to sink my teeth into that little omega, I’m resigned to the fact we are a unit.
Even fucking Callum, who I spend a while absently daydreaming about strangling.
We’re all exhausted as we dress, and very little is said as we snuggle up together in the nest.
There are a whole host of problems I still need to address, but those will have to be tomorrow’s worries.
I’m burning alive when I wake up. It’s a level of heat I didn’t think was attainable during winter, even if I were sitting directly in front of the fireplace.
My eyes pop open, and Callum’s gaze meets mine over Lacey’s shoulder. She stripped out of Grim’s shirt and snuggled right on top of my bare chest when we fell asleep, but I’m still in my sweats.
“She’s feverish,” Callum whispers, brushing his fingers over her cheek. “I’m going to grab the thermometer and lube, but you need to get inside her.”
I continue to blink at him as my mind processes his words. I was asleep ten seconds ago, so it’s a slow process.
Callum must get tired of waiting. He crawls down the bed, grabs the tops of my sweatpants, and tugs them down. Once he hits the end of the bed, he loops his fingers in the ankle holes and proceeds to pull my fucking sweats off.
Society fails to mention this kind of thing when raving about pack life. It’s scary as shit to be responsible for someone else’s well-being when I don’t even know what I’m doing.
My nostrils flare, picking up exactly how potent Lacey’s pheromones are.
She whimpers, her face rolling around my skin. She grinds over my lower stomach like she’s desperately searching for something.
Probably a knot.
Shit.
My dick is already hard, and it bounces around her backside as she moves.
“You awake?” I murmur. “Lacey?”
She huffs, but her eyes don’t open. Her skin is so hot it’s physically uncomfortable to have her resting on top of me, and that tells me I need to act.
While I could run her a cool bath, my instincts are convinced we know what she needs. Being locked on my knot will help lower her fever, and it should settle any cramps she might be experiencing.
My fingertips brush up and down her spine as I attempt to wake her enough to gain consent to slip inside her. We’ve already been intimate several times, but that doesn’t mean I’ve got blanket permission to slam my cock into her tight little cunt anytime I please.
“Wake up for me, beautiful.” I get to the top of her back and tease my fingers over Callum’s bondmark on her throat. It makes her moan as she grinds over me, but she doesn’t respond.
Grim rolls over, putting his hand on her shoulder. His eyes widen as he hisses. “Fuck. That’s a problem. She’s boiling.”
“That she is,” Callum agrees, crawling back onto the mattress with the thermometer and lube in one hand and the clipboard with the heat note papers under his other arm.
“All right, you might want to go ahead and do something to distract her. She’s about to be mighty pissed.
” He drops the clipboard and lube onto the carpet next to the bed and fists Lacey’s hair, giving it a little tug.
“Sorry, baby girl. I’ll be exactly as annoying as I need to be to get you to open those pretty lips. ”
Her eyes are red and glassy, popping open to glare at Callum. She opens her mouth to say something, but he shoves the thermometer under her tongue with no ceremony.
“The two of you are terrible distractors.” Callum laughs. “I only have so many hands.”
Grim scoots down and stretches his arm between Lacey’s legs. His fingers brush my length as he teases her clit, and I frown.
We’re all just going to have to get really comfortable with each other.
The device beeps as Lacey wiggles around. It seems like she’s trying to force Grim where she wants him.
Cal plucks the thermometer from her lips. “108.9.” He pulls the cover off the device and shoves it back into the holder. “We might need to find a garbage can to bring in, or we’re going to have a pile of trash.”
Lacey’s hot breath puffs over my pec as Grim continues to work her pussy.
I’m just here…trapped to the mattress, unsure of what to do with myself.
Grim relocates to make it easier to fingerfuck her from behind. If my face was that close to her ass, I’d probably bite it.
“More,” the little omega begs.
Grim pulls his hand free of her sex, patting her hips. “Wilder is right there.”
Lacey wiggles her hips back, impaling herself on my cock with eerie precision.
I groan, shock spilling through my system at the feeling of her warm heat wrapped around my shaft. “Jesus.”
Every gasp of air I suck in seems to send my brain closer to the haze of rut. My hands fall to her ass, and my fingers dig in so deeply I’m concerned I might be leaving bruises.
Hell, after the way Grim took her up against the lockers last night, I’m not sure I should worry. He was far rougher than I can imagine ever being.
Lacey whines, pushing herself up using her hands on my shoulders. Her body trembles, and her light brown nipples tighten as she sobs out something I can’t decipher.
“You’re okay, little one.” Grim climbs over my thighs, his hands landing on her waist. “We’re going to take good care of you.
Wilder is going to sink his teeth in. You’ve just got to give him the chance to wake up.
” He proceeds to lift her, dropping her over my now fully hard shaft.
“See, sweetheart. We’ve got you.” His dark hair falls around his face as his eyes meet mine.
He’s trying to tell me to do something, but fuck if I know what that something is.
“Come on, man. Get with the program,” Callum says, reaching between me and Lacey to cup her breast.
Right.
Jesus.
I’d trust Callum and Grim with my life, but having so many bodies so close is overwhelming.
“Here, just kiss him. I think his brain short-circuited.” Callum chuckles, wrapping his hand in Lacey’s hair and guiding her mouth to mine.
I plant my forearms on the bed to give myself leverage to sit up to meet her.
Her mouth falls to mine, and I’m once again shocked by how hot she is.
Slick leaks around my throbbing cock, and a cool forearm brushes my pelvis as someone reaches between us to tease her clit.
Shit, I need to get myself together. I’m basically useless here.
Grim stops, drops her over me, and guides her to grind over my length. I’m already bumping the bottom of her pussy, but this makes her lower lips dance over my knot.
Every sharp inhale floods me with her pheromones, and my head gets foggy as our tongues clash.
My canines pulse.
I’m in real trouble as Lacey falls over my knot. It slips inside her opening, swelling to lock us together. She sobs, cradling my jaw with her warm hand. When she moves to suck on my tongue, my instincts take over.
My hand tangles in her hair, and I pull her where I want her. It makes it easy to sink my teeth into her lower lip, and I’m shocked when her blood hits my taste buds.
Holy fuck.
I was supposed to ask before doing that.
Lacey whimpers, digging her fingers into my cheek.
She doesn’t leave me in limbo for long. The bond explodes in my mind as she works her tight cunt over my cock.
Her euphoria comes first, ripping through the newfound connection so violently I groan.
My knot swells and pulses, as does my shaft.
There’s simply no way to hold on when her pussy wrings my cock like a vise.
A low growl rattles out of my chest, and I empty as deep as I can get inside her. I’m so out of it that I barely remember my teeth are still dug into her lip.
I’m so hazy that I swallow a gulp of her blood before finally swiping my tongue over the bite as I retract my teeth. I give the wound another quick pass, so my saliva will seal it, and cradle her skull.
“Holy fuck,” I murmur against her lips.
She nods, her cheek brushing mine.
“Well, that was entertaining,” Callum says, ruining the perfect moment in time. I growl, and he laughs. “Welcome to the pack, man.”
Grim sends something through the bond. It’s hard to make out when I’m so overwhelmed, but it feels like contentment or happiness.
It’s strange to be able to sense all three of them.
Though it’s not a bad experience. I think it’ll take a little getting used to, but I’m obsessed with being able to sense Lacey’s thoughts and desires.
She begins to swivel her hips.
Callum snorts. “Not satisfied yet, baby girl? Don’t worry. You’ve got three cocks at the ready.”