44. Maisie
maisie
Life takes on its new normal. I’ve moved in what belongings I have at the pack house and Greer is going to use Birdie’s plane ticket back to Chicago to collect our things.
There is, of course, the part that I haven’t bonded with Callum yet. He’s put the ball in my court and I’m not sure exactly how to move it. He’s the missing piece of this puzzle and I know, even if he hasn’t said anything that he doesn’t like the idea of me traveling being unbonded to him.
Lain is pouting just because I’ll be gone, even if it is only for three days.
It feels like a ticking time bomb sitting over my head, a countdown on whether I’m leaving Scotland fully bonded or if it’s something that happens when I come back home.
Home. Damn, that just sounds so easy now. Since I’ve bonded with Lain and Greer we just have to file some documents and I’m a Scottish citizen.
I’m finishing my makeup as Lain comes behind me, smiling at me in the reflection of the mirror.
“Beautiful as always, ready to go?”
“Yeah, I’m ready,” I say and we head to Greer’s, which is fuller than I’ve ever seen it.
All the locals we’ve met are here, along with my sister and her pack. I give her a hug, which she returns in earnest.
“This one is for our new two gorgeous residents,” Rory says over the mic.
Both of our packs look at the man with irritation in their eyes. Lain’s however, depict murder and I hold his hand as Rory sings Shawn Mendes ‘Treat You Better.
Birdie and I both bust out into laughter. Meanwhile our mates don’t find it nearly as funny.
“Aw. You know you have nothing to worry about. I’d never belittle myself with a mediocre tour guide. Only the best for me,” I say to Lain, and he puffs out his chest.
“Damn right.”
“I’m about to kick this dickhead out,” Greer says from across the bar.
All the while Alan is singing along with the song and looking between Birdie and I. We find it hilarious, our guys not so much.
Callum comes out from the back, dropping off my favorite appetizer he makes for me. Smoked salmon on oatcakes.
“Oi, where the fuck is that on the menu?” Alan asks, and Callum just glares at him, giving me a kiss on the head. “Tell you what, luckily you two are bonnie cause the service around here has gone to hell.”
“Be nice, Alan,” I tell him.
“Of course, honey,” he says, taking a sip of his whisky.
“So…any reason why you two are torturing each other and not bonding?” Birdie asks.
“He’s waiting for me to give him the green light,” I tell her, and she arches a dark brow at me.
“And you haven’t? Are you going to Chicago before bonding with him?”
“Oh, please Maisie, do not make the rest of the town suffer while you’re gone. He’ll be such a moody cunt if you’re unbonded and traveling,” Graham says.
I’m still not used to how much the word cunt is thrown around in daily conversation here. It can be a term of endearment and a negative thing, which is equally confusing.
“We’re not pressuring you in any shape or form,” Birdie says, poking Graham in the side for misbehaving.
“Of course, sweetheart”
I take a sip of my wine and glance at Greer behind the bar. God, he’s still as handsome as ever. He leans against the bar, grabbing my forearm and rubbing the skin there.
“Ginny just clocked in, you know?” he says.
“What do you mean?”
Greer smiles at me. “I mean, Callum could step away from the kitchen. He has a key to the Heather Beag.”
I blink at him. He feels mischievous and hopeful down the bond.
“The moment you tell him you’re ready, he’ll do whatever he needs to, Maisie. You walk back there and tell him you want his mark, he’ll toss you on top of his station and take you there.”
“I’ll be calling the FSS if that happens, unless it’s an open to the public sort of thing,” Alan says and both Greer and I turn to the dirty old man. He just shrugs as we stare at him and I turn back to Greer.
“What are you so nervous about?” Greer asks.
“I’ve just been agonizing over the where and what of things.
You and Lain were easy with how you wanted to bond.
I know Callum doesn’t need anything romantic, but I kind of want to do that for him too.
He’s…well, you know what he’s been through.
No one has ever chosen him in the way he deserves and I want to give him that. ”
Greer leans over the bar, grabbing my face and planting a quick kiss on my lips.
“I love you, you know that?”
“Aye, don’t we all,” Lain says, coming seemingly out of nowhere, and the live music also has suspiciously stopped.
“Oh hell, what did you do?” Greer says and Lain blinks his innocent looking blue eyes.
“Me?” Lain points at himself. “Oh, nothing. I was just chatting with some friends and thought my Omega needed a kiss. I might just need to dip out early before Rory realizes who set his car alarm off.”
“Actually, Lain, do you think you could help me with something?”
He wiggles his eyebrows and I lightly smack his chest. “No. I want to set something up for me and Callum to bond tonight.”
At that, his whole face lights up. This whole time all Lain has wanted was for us to be a whole pack, and I can see he’s more than eager for this all to be official.
“What do you need me to do?”
I tug him by the shirt and whisper my plan in his ear.
I’m about to create a drag path on the carpet of this room if Lain doesn’t bring Callum soon. It’s the room I stayed in during my time at the Heather Beag. I thought using his childhood room would be a little too weird, plus it only has a single bed.
Lain helped me gather as many scentless candles as possible, and they all flicker lightly in the room as I wait. It’s nothing fancy, but it is meaningful.
He told me that the moment I was ready, he would bond me whenever or wherever. Bonding at the Heather Beag seems symbolic in a way and I wanted to surprise him.
“Why won’t you tell me what’s wrong with her? Is she upset?” Callum asks Lain from down the hall.
“I don’t know, mate. She just said she needed to talk to you.”
“Did she seem like talking to me was a good or a bad thing?”
I have to hold my hand over my mouth to not laugh at him. How would he think in a million years that I would be breaking up with him or have bad news to share? This is exactly why we need to bond.
“Just go ask her for yourself,” Lain tells him, all but shoving him through the door.
He still has his black chef apron on, a dark T-shirt underneath, along with his simple, black chef pants. He looks stunned at the threshold as he looks around.
“What’s this?”
“You said to tell you when I was ready.”
“Fuck off,” he says to Lain, who mock clutches at his chest in pain.
“I’ll see you two back at home at our pack house. A real pack house. Can you believe it?” Lain muses, all the while Callum is half shoving him out of the room.
When it’s just him and I in the room, he approaches, his large palms running down my arms.
“You’re sure?”
“I am,” I say, grabbing at his waist. He’s the broadest one of my Alphas and I love our size difference. “I know we both wish we started off on a different foot that we’ve come a long way in such a short time. But you’re my scent match, and—”
He brings his mouth down to mine, interrupting my monologue.
“I’ve dreamed of this day and for it to be you, I’m a lucky fucking bastard. I still don’t think I deserve you, Maisie, and I’ll prove it every day for the rest of my life. To know you is to love you and I’m—”
This time, I interrupt him with a kiss.
“I love you too, Callum,” I tell him as we separate from our kiss.
With those words, he’s picking me up effortlessly and tossing me on the bed, a reassuring hand on my throat as he looks down at me like I’m precious.
“Thank you for being patient with me. I know…I know I’m not easy to love,” he says, and that breaks my fucking heart.
“That’s not true. Not even a little bit.”
I tug on his apron and pull him closer to me so our lips connect. Only a few moments of kissing before we’re both frantically removing each other's clothes. Out of all my scent matches, I think Callum understands me on an emotional level that I can’t explain.
We’ve both lost so much, lost ourselves, yet we’ve gotten it back. We’ve come out the other side and we’re doing it together. When I’m with Callum, it’s like we’re in this little bubble together.
All I have left on are my knee-high socks I wore under my skirt today and I go to tug them off and Callum shakes his head.
“Leave them,” he says in a deep timbre that sends a wave of arousal through me. “You’re so fucking gorgeous and soft,” he says, running a calloused hand down my thigh. “You still want mine next to theirs?”
“Right here. I want you all together.” I point at the spot left open for him, right on top.
His Adam’s apple bobs as he looks at the spot and then at my face. He’s stroking himself. His cock is honestly a work of art. Thick, veiny, and at the base sits his massive knot that I want inside me right now.
He dips his fingers into my pussy, feeling how wet I am for him before he slips himself inside me, inch by inch. His sea spray scent washes over me and I let out a blissful sigh.
This is it.
He’s going to mark me and make our pack complete, make me complete.
“I’m yours. All fucking yours,” he says, thrusting into me, his thumb rubbing against my clit at the same time. “God, you look so fucking bonnie taking my cock.”
“Callum,” I groan out his name.
“Yes, baby, what do you need?”
“Just you.”
He gives me a smile then. I’ve become quite addicted to being the one who puts them there.
“You always have me,” he says, picking up the pace of his fingers and strumming my clit. “I want my knot covered in your slick before I give it to you.”
He’s fucking me at the perfect angle and his fingers are relentless as I fall over the edge, doing just as he asks, covering him in slick and finding my release.
The moment I think it ends, he’s thrusting into me, pushing his knot deep inside me, and it’s like sensation overload. Or I thought it was, because in the next second his mouth is on my neck and I completely shatter apart.
Callum grunts against my neck, rutting into me, filling me with his cum and completing our bond.
His hand comes up to my face, his eyes meeting mine, and I don’t think I’ve ever seen this burly Alpha look more soft than he does at this very moment.
“Thank you,” he says, his forehead touching mine. He adjusts my thighs so he can take more of a rest as we’re knotted together.
“Can you feel them too?” I ask softly and he nods.
“Yeah. I feel them too.” He holds me as tightly as he can without squishing me and kissing anywhere he can at this angle.
“We’re a pack.”
“Yeah, we really are. We were just waiting on you and we didn’t even know it.”
He kisses me, and when he does, I feel all three of them at once. I’ve never felt such an outpouring of love in my life.
I’ve always felt that I never fit in. I was either too intense, or emotionally unavailable for people outside of Birdie and my mom. But at this moment, with all my bond marks on my neck, two men waiting for me back at home, I realize I’m lovable and I’m capable of more than I ever thought.
I’m happy, loved, and ready for whatever the future holds.
With a deep breath, I rest my head in the crook of Callum’s neck and for the first time since I’ve met him he purrs, his chest rumbling against my own in contentment.
Down the bond he feels the same as me, like he was lost but finally found.
I had to travel a whole ocean, but I finally found where I belong and I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else.