Chapter 18 #2
“I typically don’t attend meetings, as a throwback to when my stepfather was alive. The less people know about me, the less likely people will use my existence against my stepbrothers.”
“What a mafia thing to say,” Easton mutters. “We aren’t the type of people who use their omegas against them. It’s understandable Nico would be cautious if that’s his experience though.”
Leaving the room to continue planning, I answer the door, stepping outside to find Nico, Dario, and Ciro standing there.
There are no words as Nico steps forward to smash his lips against mine.
His fingers fist my hair, while his other hand grabs my ass to keep me in place.
Whining, I feel my asshole slicking before Dario pulls me away from his brother.
His cock is rock hard in his pants as he grinds himself against my dick. There’s no room to breathe as he steals the oxygen from my lungs with his deep, soulful kisses.
“As you can see, absence indeed makes the heart grow fonder, Pablo,” Ciro croons, smirking as he steals me away last. “I want a kiss and then a report. I’m not against blowing you on the sidewalk for it.”
My cock jumps as Ciro kisses me, his hand fondling me through my sweatpants. I don’t see it as manipulation, because I can feel how much Nico missed me, and his brothers are showing me with their exuberant hellos.
“You’re riling me up, I may demand a blow job anyway,” I pout breathlessly as we come up for air.
“We missed you,” Nico says unrepentantly. “It’s been days, and we haven’t had you in our bed.”
“I don’t like sleeping alone anymore,” Dario grumbles. “I should spank you for not at least yelling goodbye as you left.”
“I was afraid…”
“We need to do better than this,” he sighs. “The reason we were going to give you a ride is because we have one car at the moment, and even Nico rarely goes anywhere alone. We’re co-dependent fuckers.”
“Which is often misunderstood to be overprotective and overbearing assholes,” Ciro mutters.
“Maybe it’s good for you to be here,” Dario says, making a face. “Have you been able to talk with Verona?”
“Yes,” I say, taking a step back. They smell sinfully good, and I can tell why Rosa is using her alpha pheromone blockers. It’s hard to think when I’m obsessed as it is. “I told her she could reject me.”
“Pablo.”
My stepbrothers stare at me in horror, while I open my hands helplessly.
“I have two alphas and a beta who are happy I’m theirs,” I begin. “It feels wrong and greedy to hold onto someone who may not want me. Thankfully, it didn’t backfire and we’re figuring it out.”
“Thank god,” Nico mutters. “You have a flair for the dramatic, tesoro.”
“I’m starting to realize this,” I chuckle. “Are you feeling better?”
“I am. It’s one of the reasons we came over. I didn’t want to pull anyone’s attention from Rosa if she wasn’t feeling well.”
My alpha has his non-selfish moments. He’s a really good person, if a little mixed up.
“The withdrawals are better. That’s what you were feeling.”
I know my stepbrothers well enough to tell that they know what I mean by “withdrawals” as anger glows in their eyes.
“Renzo Accetta shouldn’t be in charge of a goldfish, much less a human being,” Dario says angrily. The level of emotion surprises me since he’s been apathetic at best about Rosa.
She’s been a means to an end for our pack, and therefore someone to “manage.”
“I miss the princess too,” he grumbles. “I’m figuring it out, Pablo.”
Shaking my head, I say, “Whatever you say. We’re working on some things, so I need to head back inside.”
“Big plans for tonight?” Ciro asks, crossing his arms over his chest.
“Are you romancing Rosa and Verona?” Dario asks.
“More like planning a break in and a murder,” I mumble. “I’m not sure how romantic that is, though it’s hot to listen to Verona and Rosa talk about it.”
“I didn’t think you were going to say that,” Ciro grunts, dropping his arms in surprise.
“I want to pull my weight, and if that means holding some bitch down while Rosa and Verona stab holes into her, so be it.”
I can smell my pack’s arousal as they grin at me, and I roll my eyes.
“The baby brother is growing up, guys,” Ciro pretends to sniffle.
“I’m so proud,” Dario admits.
“Oh my god,” I laugh. “We promise to be safe, I love you, goodbye.”
“I love you,” Dario growls, yanking me back to him, his hands holding me tightly as he devours my lips. Fuck. Apparently it’s a day for big revelations. “We brought you clothes and your computer in case you need it.”
“Thanks,” I whisper.
Ciro helpfully picks up the duffle bag at his feet, which I hadn’t noticed before.
“We want our pack to work,” Nico says. “The universe refuses to allow me to forget Rosalia Domino, and I doubt I could if I tried. I don’t want a divorce, which means we’re doing things a little backward by courting her together now.”
I open my mouth to say something and Dario is the one who shakes his head, quieting me with another kiss.
“My brothers and I are courting Verona and Rosalia. You are ours. If you want romance, we’ll give it to you,” he whispers against my lips.
Nico chuckles, turning my face so he can nip and suck on my lips until I’m whining.
“Yes, what Dario said.”
“If romance involves your cocks and maybe a little spanking, I might be in,” I admit.
“Oh, spanking is definitely on the table for sneaking out of the house. Wait, I have something to give you,” Nico smirks. “Rosa has a ring, we feel like you need one too.”
Pulling it out from his pocket, he grabs my hand and slides it over my ring finger. “Till death do us part, tesoro.”
I can’t help staring at my finger, and I’m torn on what to say as I gaze back up at my pack.
“We’ll pop up again, baby boy. Go back inside,” Nico says, winking at me.
Sighing because now I’m horny and emotional, I take my bag from Ciro.
“You three suck.”
“No, but you want us to,” Ciro smirks as I stomp back into the house.
Ugh, that’s the problem!