4. Vance
There was something magical in the air.
Part of me believed it might have been Holiday Hollow itself, but the better part of me knew it was because I’d met them.
There wasn’t a single doubt in my head that they were my mates, just as much mine as my husband was.
I thought lightning had only struck once, but I had never been more wrong. One breath of their scents and I knew.
However, unlike my husband who had crossed Claire’s path once and went strictly into his shell, I hadn’t been able to stay away. He had seen her again once or twice at events, and every time after he’d come home riled up and insatiable.
It had taken me the better part of a year before I’d worked up the courage to venture outside the comfort of our home on the edge of the city. I was curious about the town and curious about the woman who my husband said smelled like the finest peaches and cream, and while I was cautious to let anyone into our bubble, I knew in my heart we couldn’t stay squirreled away forever.
I had missed the inspiration I derived from simple pleasures like people watching and this last month of frequenting Claire’s cafe had afforded that and more.
“You look happier than I’ve ever seen you, mon chéri,” my husband said as he stood at the kitchen island chopping vegetables. He was studying me as he worked, which would be unsettling with anyone else. My husband however, was too meticulous to accidentally cut himself.
Hanging up my jacket I came over and wrapped my arms around his waist, before resting my head on his shoulder.
Adrien turned his head towards me, pausing his preparations to place a welcomed kiss on my lips.
“I missed you today,” I said, squeezing him just a bit tighter and pressing my lips to his temple once again. “Something smells good.”
“I’m pretty sure that’s you and not the food, my love,” he said, cursing under his breath before he turned around in my arms, his hand coming to my jaw as he roughly pulled me down for a kiss.
He nipped and bit at my lips fiercely before tilting my jaw up and trailing them down my neck, his tongue licking a warm path as he inhaled harshly.
“I don’t know how you met her and have been able to stay away,” I said panting.
I’d been in a constant state of arousal for the last month, the two of us going at each other with a renewed fervor. I was no different now, bucking my hips into Adrien’s and seeking friction.
“Ironclad self control and you, mon chéri,” he murmured against my skin, his body shuddering slightly before grinding his hips into mine.
“I fucking love you Adrien, but we can’t keep doing this,” I said with a groan as he trailed his hand down the front of me, cupping me firmly. “Not when we’ve found our pack. We need to trust them.”
“Argue with me later,” Adrien said, dropping to his knees in the middle of the kitchen. “I need the taste of you on my tongue first.”
I took a staggered step back, my palms finding the counter behind me as he unzipped my jeans and took me out.
He gave me a cocky, knowing look, the dominance in his eyes, even when he was on his knees riling me up further.
Without any further preamble, he wrapped his lips around me, sucking me down like I was his favorite sweet treat.
“Fuck, Ady,” I groaned, my head falling forward as he devoured me with vigor.
After spending the day writing in the cafe there was no way I was going to be able to hold out long, especially not when Adrien knew exactly what buttons to push after being together for a decade.
He hummed around me for a moment, pulling off of me with a wet pop and a confident smirk on his face.
“Tell me, mon chéri, have you tasted the sweet little beta yet?”
I narrowed my eyes, bucking my hips into his hand. “You know I haven’t. Not until he’s met you officially, preferably Claire too.”
His warm hand tightened around my length, stroking me in slow, measured movements that had me on edge. The way he worked my cock was nothing short of masterful.
“If they taste how they smell…” he said, before seeming to catch himself and shake his head. “Merde, what are you doing to me? You make me forget myself.”
His grip on me lessened as he rose to his feet. I could feel him start to pull back again and there was no way I was having that.
I grabbed the back of his head, pulling him in for a searing kiss, not caring about the scrape of his goatee against my skin. I was harsh. Demanding. Needing the taste of him on my tongue as Claire and Riley clung to my skin.
I was going to show him come hell or high water that they were exactly what we’d been waiting for all these years.
Pulling his lips from mine I turned him around, leveraging my height as I wrapped my body around his and pushed him against the kitchen island.
“I won’t let you forget yourself,” I said roughly, placing a kiss to the back of his neck. “I’ll help you remember. Remember who you were before the bullshit with your parents, before the towns and cities turned their noses up at two alphas being together.”
“I don’t want us to go through what we’ve had to in the past. You can’t blame me for wanting to protect you. To protect us,” Adrien countered, bucking his hips back into mine, trying to throw me off.
“I know,” I promised, trailing my hands down his body to the waist of his trousers, undoing them quickly. “It’s one of the things that made me fall in love with you.”
His pants fell to his knees and I pressed myself against him, letting him feel exactly how hard I was. How much I desperately wanted him in this moment.
“Je t’aime,” Adrien said with a groan, professing his love for me. “Let me go, I want to touch you.”
“I’ll never let you go. You had your chance,” I teased him, moving my hand down to grab his knot briefly. “It’s my turn to touch.”
“Please,” he begged, though I wasn’t certain what he was begging for. Mercy? To let him hide away? But it wasn’t truly a protest and we both knew it.
Our entire relationship was a war of dominance. Neither of us were submissive by nature but happily submitted for each other.
But right now? I was in charge. It was the only way to not let him pull away, to show him how serious I was about Claire and Riley. They were the levity to Adrien’s seriousness and if he only opened his eyes, he would see it as well.
“Bedroom, now,” I ordered him. Adrien swallowed hard and I could see the glint of protest in his eyes at being told what to do, but it was quickly replaced by heat as he kicked off his pants the rest of the way and walked away.
My steps were slower, watching his ass as he walked away. Adrien was gorgeous, from his lean but fit torso to the angular frame of his face, to the piercing green eyes that could stare into my soul and see right through me. We had no secrets because we had no reason to hold back on each other, but also because it was impossible to hide our feelings. We knew each other better than we knew ourselves… which was exactly how I was going to unravel this man until he was forced to face the truth.
We needed our pack, and him hiding away wouldn’t make anything change.
Riley and Claire would still be our mates. We couldn’t just ignore them, they were everywhere in this town. And now that I’d truly seen Holiday Hollow, it could be just as much our home as theirs, even Adrien admitted that much.
Finding our place in the world, establishing roots, it’s all we’ve wanted for years.
“Riley smells like the freshest spring rain,” I said in a low tone as I crawled up the bed, stretching over Adrien and rocking my hips over his. He groaned and closed his eyes. “When he laughs and smiles it lights up the room and draws all attention to him. He’s like the sun.”
“What are you doing?” Adrien asked on a whimper. My answer was to kiss a trail down his neck, nipping on his collarbone before continuing my teasing.
“His skin is golden brown from being in the sun all day working. He’s hiding way more muscle under those clothes than it seems. Our beta is truly a marvel. Just being near him had me so hard, imagining the sound of his voice as he begs us for mercy as we taste him and tease him together.”
“Vance.” There was a warning in his tone and I felt his cock twitch under me. I didn’t bother to hide my grin as I moved further down, swirling my tongue over his nipples before biting and licking my way down his abs.
“And our omega. You know how intoxicating she smells. Those curves of hers have my mouth watering every time I watch her at work. The softness to her, the sweet omega scent, the wild hair and fiery spirit hiding just under the surface? You’ll be just as much of a goner as I am when you see them together,” I said as I moved further down my partner’s body. He started to speak but it turned into a gasp as I flicked my tongue over the tip of his cock. Not letting him protest our pack any further I swallowed him down quickly, bobbing my head over him until he was meeting each one, hips snapping as his control wavered yet again.
My need was too strong to tease him for long. Instead I pulled off of him and urged him to his knees. He relaxed as my hand trailed down his spine, my other grabbing the bottle of lube as he rested his face against the mattress. I poured a generous amount over him, teasing my fingers over his ass.
“Imagine them both in here with us, Adrien.” My voice was so full of lust it sounded husky. He shivered at the sound, that or the fact I’d just added a second finger as I spoke. “Claire on display for us, ordering Riley on how to please our omega as we take turns taking them both. Her hot cunt wrapped around our cocks as she cries out our names. Having the sassy beta submit for us, letting go and letting us fuck him hard and fast until he can barely form words. They’d break so beautifully for us, Adrien.” Because in truth, they both were as closed off as we were, afraid to let just anyone past their defenses.
“Fuck,” he cursed, pushing back into my hand now. There was no protest as I added another two fingers, letting the picture I was painting in his mind take hold until he was ready for me. Only then did I line myself up and push in slowly.
Our breathing was ragged as I bottomed out, all but my knot. I froze there, letting his body adjust to my size as my fingers danced over his skin. It wasn’t often Adrien let me be the one to take control and I was soaking in every second of this.
“Fuck me!” He bit out when I waited just a few beats too long. I chuckled as I gripped his hips, bracing him before I took him with a fury that spending a few days breathing in our pack but not being able to touch them, to claim them, could bring.
Adrien was just as far gone as I was as I carefully gave him my knot. Reaching around I wrapped my fingers around him, stroking his cock until he was gripping the sheets in tight fists, struggling to not explode already.
“Let go for me,” I begged him, my lips ghosting over my bonding bite that laid on his shoulder. His answer was a low whimper that turned into a moan as he painted our sheets in his cum.
My release was seconds away and I continued to fuck him as my knot swelled even further. A knot was a lot for an alpha to take but we didn’t mind giving each other our knots, not when we were this turned on.
Pleasure surged through my veins and I couldn’t hold back, filling him with my own release as I called out his name, their names just behind. He shuddered again, breathing through the intensity of it as I finally relaxed against his back.
We rolled to our side, still locked together and I gripped his cock in my hand, giving his knot relief with gentle strokes as we waited for our bodies to come back down from the natural high we’d created.
“You can’t tell me you don’t want this, Adrien,” I said more gently this time. It was almost a plea. He was quiet for a moment and I wasn’t sure if I pushed him too far. But the words that fell from his lips had hope blooming in my chest.
“Invite them over for dinner, Vance. Let’s see where this goes.”