Chapter 7
CHAPTER SEVEN
THORNE
“You've got a date?” Silas sputters. His eyes are wide as his jaw hangs from his mouth. It’s the day of the game, and Havoc walks through the door from, I guess, Cozy Bear Blankets and right into interrogation.
Silas disappeared after morning practice yesterday, and this morning, Havoc was up bright and early and left before I could make him breakfast—the damn jerk.
“Yes, I’m taking her to dinner.”
“And she asked you?” Silas asks. It’s not that Havoc doesn’t pull women; it’s that they’re scared of him, at first. He doesn’t talk much, which puts most people on edge.
“Yes.”
“She didn’t ask me. Did she ask you, Thorne?” My head darts to them, now being brought into the fold of their conversation.
“Um, no.” She didn’t. The second I mentioned the samples, it was like her brain switched into business mode.
I know I’m not the best flirt, but almost falling on my ass takes the damn cake.
Even when we scent-matched Havoc in that bar, I was too damn…
scared to approach him. That was all Silas and his charm got Havoc to open up.
Silas is the charmer in our Pack. He’s got smooth brown skin and dark eyes that lure people, and that damn smile. That damn smile — I could eat off his fucking face; it looks so damned good.
Havoc was a tough nut, no pun intended. Between his past and his time with the mafia, he was not interested in Pack life. But scent mates are hard to resist.
I am damn glad for it too.
“You have to introduce us,” Silas says. He sits beside Havoc at the kitchen island while I make us the most basic fucking sandwich for lunch.
I grumble, but these huge men in front of me could give less of a fuck what they put into their mouths.
At least I can slap some lettuce on this and get a damn vegetable in them.
“I thought you met her,” I said. He had me worried he’d make a play too damn forward, and scare away the omega.
Whenever we ventured out of our Pack for pleasure, Silas was the one who hooked them in. We stuck to betas, omegas being tricky since we are all alphas.
It’s been a while since we explored outside our Pack. After that last beta tried to get Havoc to bond her using an omega’s pheromones, we stopped. It went from a fun night to securing “the bag,” and that’s not what having a Pack is about.
I love Havoc and Silas, and I didn’t need anyone else, and they felt the same.
Now, that’s not the case.
Now we all scent-matched the same omega.
“No, I barely got to say two words to her before I got excited and came to get Havoc.”
“You didn’t get to say bye? You just left?” I ask Silas. Panic fills my gut as the realization of our situation dawns on me.
“I didn’t get that chance; she had an appointment.
I didn’t think it’d take me over an hour to get Havoc and come right back.
She was closed by the time we got there.
” Scrunching my eyebrows, I played in my head how the encounter with the omega went.
The man with the most game in our Pack flopped this hard?
Fuck. We are in trouble.
Well, maybe not Havoc since he scored a date. But anyone with common sense could tell he was a catch.
Havoc is hot as hell, but he’s also a quiet listener.
I wonder if he was like that before prison.
He was an enforcer for the mafia back in New York, and when they got busted, he took the fall, since his boss had just found his Pack, his omega.
He did some time, but his boss got him out, got him out of the mafia too, and dropped him in Nashville as a thank you.
Thank God he did, because then we met him at Slapshots, the local bar the team had decided was our “spot,” and we scent-matched.
“Earth to Thorne, hello?” Silas waves his hand in my face, and I glare at my mate. “What are we gonna do? Maybe we should practice.”
“Practice what?” I ask.
“Asking her out. Havoc got us in; we need to take advantage of it. She’s our scent mate, all of our scent mates. We can’t let her slip through our fingers.” Silas rambles, his mind going faster than his words are, I’m sure.
“Then you go first; you’re the one who stood her up,” I say, scrunching my face. Is he serious?
“Okay, then you’re Noa. Sit down so you are about her height.” He takes a bite out of the sandwich I made him and shoves me down on one of the barstools.
Silas is instantly in my space, hovering over me. His lean arms trap me in my chair, and I roll my eyes.
He grabs my jaw and yanks me to look at him, and he peers down and raises an eyebrow.
“Don’t be a brat,” he orders, and I scoff.
“Don’t give me a reason to be.” I try to shove his arms away from me, but suddenly, Havoc is behind me, and his hands are on my shoulders, pushing me down.
“Thorne, be a good boy,” Havoc whispers in my ear, and my face flushes.
Fuck. It’s not fair having skin so light that everyone in the damn room can see how I’m fucking feeling.
I gulp, trying to think of a way out, but not thinking very hard. I can’t. I can’t with coffee and chocolate mixing under my nose.
“Is this how you’d flirt with the omega, get all up in her face? Surround her? That’s going to have her running for the hills.”
“It’s working on you, is it not?” Silas says as he palms my hard dick.
Havoc is quiet as he licks up the column of my throat, has my Adam's apple bobbing as I thickly swallow hard.
Silas rubs me over my jeans, and my hips involuntarily jerk forward, trying to get more.
“Fuck,” I moan as Havoc kisses my neck, leaving bruises for fucking sure. I growl, knowing that I’ll have to cover that up for the game tonight. “Havoc.”
He moves lower down my throat, and Silas is now reaching into my pants.
I lift my hips so he can slide them down, and my dick juts at full attention.
Silas wastes no time leaning down to wrap his lips around me.
He slowly works his way down, making a full mess of me and using as much spit as he fucking pleases.
“Silas,” I moan as I clutch my chair. Havoc’s hand leaves my shoulder and snakes up into my hair as he yanks my head back and kisses my lips.
“What a good boy,” he murmurs as his tongue attacks mine. His lips aren’t as soft as Silas’s, but the war in our kiss is always just as hot.
Having both their lips on me, I’m quick to come, especially when Silas works my sack as he hollows his cheeks and takes me in deeper. Fuck.
“Guys, please,” I beg as they keep coming, my cum shooting down Silas’s throat and Havoc biting and kissing my lips so rough I can’t feel where I’m beginning, and he starts.
I’m numb to them and the state of pleasure they have my body in.
“Please what, Thorne? Tell me, do you think this would work on the omega?” Silas says as he slides his mouth off my dick and launches up to kiss my lips.
I can taste myself as our tongues fight for dominance, and god dammit, am I actually getting hard again?
The thought of Noa’s peach scent mixing with theirs, with mine, has me getting out of my chair, pants down my damn legs, and attacking Silas.
Biting and kissing his thick, soft, fucking lips.
“We don’t have time,” I whisper, knowing Silas and I have to go back to the arena soon for our checkups with the physical therapist to get cleared for the game tonight.
As Havoc comes behind me again and takes Silas’s saliva from my dick, trailing his fingers across my skin to my ass, where he starts slowly opening my hole. Oh fuck.
“I think we do, pretty boy,” Silas says, shoving me down to my knees and unbuckling his pants. Havoc grunts behind me, growling at Silas before dropping to his knees too.
“He’s mine too.” Havoc’s alpha is way closer to the surface as he enters me, slowly, inch by fucking inch, and I groan. Feeling so fucking good.
“Havoc, oh, fuck.” He pulls back out and thrusts forward with a snap from his hips, making me fall forward.
He grabs me by my hip to keep me upright, and I see Silas pumping his dick in front of me.
I reach out for him, needing him, needing to satisfy him with every damn cell in my body, and I take him in my mouth and suck.
Fucking hard, cause he’s such a damn asshole.
Soon, we are moving as one, with Havoc thrusting into me, and pushing me back and forth on Silas’s dick as I lap him up with my tongue. Silas grips my hair, and I’m so fucking turned on, my dick is hard and ready to cum again.
I get closer and closer to my peak. The pressure in my dick is about to release. Fuck, I can’t hold it together.
“Please,” I mumble around Silas, and I know they won’t be able to understand me, but I beg anyway. Silas moans. He loves it when I try to talk around his cock.
“Mine,” Havoc mutters as his thrusts become sharp, pounding into me harder, making Silas hit the back of my throat again and again. Fuck, I’m so close.
One singular rock back onto Havoc’s cock has made my orgasm come much quicker than theirs.
They cum a few thrusts after, Havoc pulling out and cumming all over my ass as Silas does the same, coating my face. I can’t pretend I don’t fucking love being coated in them. I definitely need a shower before we get back to the arena.
“Fuck you guys,” I mumble as I stand on weak legs. “I need a damn shower.”
“But we’re gonna be late,” Silas mocks as he tucks himself back in.
“Next time you’re in the middle, jerkwad.”
“You know I love being the center of attention,” Silas laughs, and Havoc has the nerve to chuckle. They’re lucky I love them more than life itself. This Pack means everything to me, with or without an omega.