Chapter Eight
Vanessa
I spend the entire morning writing, not stopping until my stomach starts growling close to lunch time.
After a quick snack, I'm back in my little writing nook, pouring everything I've ever wanted for myself into Tilly's love life.
Each time one of her alphas made her come, I felt my own need spiking.
When I got to a scene where all three of her lovers take her together, my panties were soaked with slick.
I hear footsteps coming up the stairs just as I finish writing the climax. I squeak in surprise as Zayne appears at the top of the stairs, looking worried until he spots me.
"We were shouting your name." His eyes roam my body, nostrils flaring.
I'm so fucking horny. My skin feels like it's on fire.
I'm nearly panting and sitting with my thighs squeezed so tight, he could probably tell I was trying to relieve some tension.
My perfume sits heavy in the air, and I dig my teeth into my bottom lip, swallowing down the whine building up in my throat.
Finally, I manage to say, "I didn't hear. "
He raises one brow and moves closer. "Come here, Vanessa."
I love it when he calls me baby girl, but the way he just said my name…
it sounded both commanding and possessive, and I was so here for it.
I stand up and hurry over to him. I was so fucking needy, and being close to him was almost painful.
If the pressure between my thighs didn't let up, I was going to explode.
"What has you so hot and bothered?" he asks, cupping my cheek. "Did you write something naughty, baby girl?"
Blushing, I turn to look away, but he doesn't let me, and I start whimpering.
Why couldn't he just ignore my current state?
Why is him knowing how turned on I am, so hot?
Why do I want to tell him it's him and his two best friends that have me this worked up to begin with?
To beg him to fuck and knot me right now.
"You're so fucking beautiful when you're turned on.
" He drags me into his chest and lowers his mouth to mine in a demanding kiss.
I hold onto his shirt, my legs ready to give out at any moment, and moan loudly when he trails his mouth up and down my throat, nipping at the sensitive skin right below my ear and whispering, "Your scent drives me crazy.
This is where I'll leave my bite when I finally make you mine. "
Before I can process his words or answer him, his mouth is back on mine, and I kiss him back with everything I have, telling him without words how much I want him. Need him.
He pulls away too soon, and I hear someone calling for us from downstairs. Silas sounds frustrated as he yells for us to come down.
Zayne presses his forehead against mine and groans, almost sounding like he's in pain. "Let's go. He never sounds so negative, so something must be wrong."
A wave of guilt washes over me. "Is he mad about me kissing both of you?"
Zayne smiles and kisses my cheek. "Ness, this is not giving him negative feelings, I promise."
Silas is leaning against the kitchen counter when we get downstairs, a dark scowl on his handsome face, muttering to himself.
Zayne sits down and pulls me into his lap. "What's going on?"
Silas sees the worry on my face and stops frowning. Forcing a smile, he says, "Sorry. Mason told me to call you for dinner."
"And that has you this upset?"
He shakes his head. "No, gorgeous. Just work shit. Please don't worry."
I squeeze Zayne's thigh before slipping off his lap and wrapping my arms around Silas's waist. "You're upset, Si. Of course I'm worried."
He sighs, resting his head on my shoulder. "The owner of the Stonybrook Knights is being a dickhead. He's on some power trip and pissed that we lost our last game. He's demanding that everyone show up for an emergency meeting tomorrow."
I frown. "You and Mason have to leave?"
He pulls back and stares down at me before taking a deep breath. "No."
"No?"
Mason steps inside from the porch, carrying a platter of hamburger patties. He looks surprised at Silas's answer. "No? We're not going back?"
"Fuck him. Fuck the team." He turns to face Mason, but doesn't let go of me. "We work our asses off for that team, and one loss this season doesn't change that we're the best. If you want to go, I won't stop you, bro, but hockey isn't my first priority anymore."
With a soft growl, Silas leans down, sliding his mouth over mine.
I'm in shock for half a second before the kiss lights me on fire.
He lifts me onto the table like I weigh nothing and stands between my thighs, deepening the kiss.
I'm a puddle of goo as he strokes my tongue with his and nips at my bottom lip.
"All right, let's eat before the food gets cold." Zayne's voice sounds strained, but when I pull away from Silas and look at him, there's hunger in his eyes instead of anger.
Mason nudges Silas out of the way and helps me down from the table. "I'm not going back either. We can give them a call in the morning, but you're right- fuck them. There are more important things."
"I've got both of you covered, no matter what happens," Zayne promises, pulling me back onto his lap.
"I'm so glad you're staying," I tell them honestly, and the smiles I get in return make my insides light up with happiness.
After dinner, I disappear upstairs to write a bit more. I planned on going back downstairs to say goodnight before I went to bed, but when I finally finished, I realized how late it was. I stretch and walk towards my room, more tired than I realized.
I grab some things from my room and push open the bathroom door without a second thought, and find an almost naked Mason brushing his teeth. In just a pair of boxers, he makes eye contact with me through the mirror. After rinsing his mouth out, he turns to face me.
"I'm so sorry, Mason. I should have knocked." Embarrassed, I back away, but he shakes his head at me.
"Don't worry about it, Ness. You tired?"
"My brain is exhausted. I don't normally write so much in one day."
"How are you doing besides that?" His expression is neutral, but it was obvious he was asking how I was handling all of them coming onto me.
"It's weird," I tell him honestly.
"Oh?"
"Not bad, weird. Back in senior year, when all three of you asked me to be your girlfriend, and I couldn't choose, it caused chaos.
You got into a fight outside my house and didn't speak to each other again.
Now you're pack and closer than ever. Passing me back and forth. I'm not sure what to think."
"We didn't deserve you back then, little one. We were young and dumb and didn't see the bigger picture. Looking back now, it was so obvious you belonged to all three of us. Thank you for not choosing."
"What's changed since then?" I whisper.
"Omega or not, we soon realized we were pack and the only girl we ever wanted was you. We got really good at sharing since then."
Mason pulls me into him, my back to his front, and meets my gaze through the mirror. "You've become even more beautiful somehow. I didn't think it was possible."
I shake my head in denial, unable to take him seriously. "You're blind."
Wrapping his arms around me, he lifts my baggy shirt, exposing everything below my breasts and running his gaze over my figure. "You have the sexiest curves. Zayne is obsessed with your boobs. Silas is just crazy about every part of you. I can't get enough of your sexy little ass."
I watch as a blush spreads across my entire face. I brace myself on the counter with my hands, the motion pressing more of my ass into Mason. I watch him bite his lip, his eyes narrowing.
"You're hell on my self-control." He rests his hands next to mine and kisses my shoulder. "Always have been."
I meet his eyes in the mirror and smirk, "Bullshit."
He doesn't return my smile. Resting his hand on my stomach, he licked his lips.
"I love Zayne and Si, but wanting you back then was enough to make me want to kill them to keep you to myself.
I was a possessive little fuck back then.
Now I'm a possessive not-so-little fuck who's okay with sharing with my packmates. "
"It was my fault," I whisper, needing to tell him the truth. "I could never pick between the three of you. Still can't. I don't know what this is between us, but I'll never be able to pick just one of you."
"We're not asking you to pick, Ness. Having you here has definitely resurfaced those possessive feelings, but when I see you with Zayne and Si, I feel happy.
I love seeing you with them. Forming a pack bond with them was the second-best thing that's ever happened in my life.
My only regret is losing you six years ago because I was too dumb to realize it back then. "
"Second best thing?" I try to turn to face him, but he locks his arms around me.
Running his hands lower on my stomach, he growls when I suck my tummy in. "Don't hide from me. You're perfect. The most beautiful, most perfect thing in my life."
My body shakes with desire as Mason teases me with his hand. He keeps stroking my stomach, and it is driving me crazy with need. I need more. I need him to touch me.
"Zayne says you were working yourself into a heat earlier." He slowly pulls my shirt over my head and starts kissing down the column of my neck. "You're so tense, baby. Want me to help you relax?"
I could see the heat in his eyes and knew what he was hinting at.
But he was waiting for my go-ahead, and god, I wanted to give it to him.
I needed this man more than I needed my next breath.
I couldn't walk away from this alpha. My little omega heart wouldn't let me. I meet his eyes and give a little nod.
"Words, little one," he growls out, and I can hear the strain in his voice. He is about to snap. "I need you to tell me you want this. Want me."
"I want this, Mason. I want you."
His smile is hungry as he strokes his fingers along the hem of my yoga pants, and I suck in a breath as he teases them inside.
His fingers are rough against my stomach, and I fight the urge to hide from him.
His other hand moves to my ass, slowly caressing it, his groan making it clear how much he really loves it.
I watch our reflections as more of his fingers disappear into my pants, the tug from the waistband and the brush of his fingers moving lower and lower, is driving me insane.
Watching wasn't something I thought I would ever enjoy, but as his fingers played with my curls through my panties, I knew I would be including a scene like this in my book.
"My room is right next door. I heard you in here last night, pleasuring yourself.
One soft moan from you nearly had me coming in my pants.
" He dips his fingers lower and strokes them over my outer lips.
"It brought back some fond memories," he says with a smirk.
"I don't know how many times I had to sneak away to jerk off when we were teenagers. "
"Mason!" I whine, sounding like a needy little omega. I should be horrified that he heard me last night, but he was sharing his own secret with me, which made it less embarrassing.
"Especially when you put on your tiny bathing suit to relax in the hot tub.
Do you know what you did to me? Every sway of your delicious ass, every shy look, it nearly killed me every.
Damn. Time." His words are punctuated by the rhythm of his strokes.
He presses into me, bumping me with his erection.
"Feel what you still do to me, little one. "
I drop my head back on his chest, holding his gaze through the mirror. I'm holding my breath as he strokes me through my panties. I'm drenched in slick, and there is no way he can't feel it.
Growling, he pulls my panties to the side and runs the tip of one finger through my folds.
"You're so fucking wet for me, Ness. I can't wait to sink knot deep inside you.
I've daydreamed about how it would feel, bending you over and grabbing your ass, slipping into your warmth and fucking you before locking you down on my knot.
I was vibrating with need. He was barely touching me, but his words were so dirty, and I wanted more.
"Fuck, I want you so badly it hurts." Mason strokes through my wetness and presses two fingers inside me, making me cry out.
He meets my gaze and watches while I watch him pull his fingers back out just to thrust them back in.
"You're so tight around my fingers. You're going to feel like heaven stretched around my knot. "
I whine as my knees buckle and my core clenches around Mason's fingers. I'm so close to the edge. He pumps his fingers in and out of me, and with the bump of his palm against my clit I was so close to coming.
"That's it, baby. Come for me. Come on my fingers like a good girl," he growls in my ear as he pumps into me faster. His other hand comes up to pinch my nipple, and he thrusts his hips against me as I come undone for him.
My orgasm is sharp and instant, the pleasure from it overwhelming.
I sag against him, whimpering softly as he slows his movements.
He gently pulls out of me and straightens my panties before lifting his fingers to his mouth and licking them.
The image sends a bolt of pleasure straight to my clit.
It's the sexiest thing I've ever seen a man do.
He grins a naughty little grin at me. "Go get some sleep, Ness. You're gonna need it."
I lean against the counter and watch as he backs away, running his eyes down to my ass. I'm two seconds away from begging him to knot me, but then he's gone, and I'm left alone in the bathroom, excited about what's coming next.