Chapter 44
ESPER
Reed’s office isn’t too far from our apartment.
Not far at all actually. It’s right across the hall.
I knock on the door and slowly open it to find my handsome omega behind his new desk.
Looking over something on the monitor. Blue light painting his face.
Other than the desk, the room is pretty barren, for now.
“I wanted to check in,” I say and Reed’s eyes move to mine. He slides off those extremely hot glasses over his face, and I have half the nerve to ask him to put them back on.
He stands from his desk and comes around the front to lean on it so he’s standing in front of me. I slide comfortably into one of the two the black velvet armchairs I helped him pick out yesterday.
“Are you happy?” I ask.
Reed crosses his arms. His eyes drift to a spot behind me. “I am.”
“Are you sure?” I ask and he nods. Relief flows through me. I know he changed his mind a bit there, not wanting to be president anymore, but… he worked so hard for this. He deserves this. I can’t be the reason he lets everything go. I won’t let him do that.
I wanted him to choose me, choose us, but I also needed him to choose himself. We can’t be a Pack and one of us is unhappy, or resentful even, down the line.
There is nothing more I want to see than my Packmates happy.
“So sure, Princess. I’m actually glad you came,” he says, reaching for something under his desk. “So I can properly apologize for being… well… a piece of shit.”
“You didn’t have to—”
“I wanted to.” He reaches over his desk and pulls up a black backpack. “I didn’t wrap it or anything, but I got this for you.” He flushes, his lightly tanned skin turning pink as he holds out the gift.
I take the backpack into my hands, resting it in my lap. My eyes catch on a patch toward the top of the back, and I gasp as my hand flies to my lips.
“Reed.”
My hand traces the circular bundle of threads. Midnight Wolves Old Lady text on a gray background with a drawing of a wolf under it.
“You are my scent match, my bonded mate, and my old lady, Esper. I love you, my Pack, and my MC. I couldn’t do this without us being together, becoming one, and I’ll spend the rest of my life loving the ground you walk on for saving me from myself.
“Esper Malent, will you be my Old Lady and live this MC life by my side?”
“Of course, Reed,” I say as I launch myself into his arms and smother him in a kiss. Soft buttery lips kiss me back, his hands grasping my back as I grab the sides of his head. His soft blond hair in my hands.
“I love you too,” I whisper between us, breaking our kiss. I slide down his body and grab his tattooed hand, bringing it up to my lips.
His face glows with happiness. “There’s one more thing.”
I scrunch my brows. He simply nods toward the bag again. I open it, finding a pile of paper at the bottom. Pulling them out, I scan the writing. Then I do it again before my wide shocked eyes meet his.
“No way…”
“Yes way, Princess.”
“You got me plane tickets!”
Casual as anything, Reed shrugs. “I think it's about time we meet the Malent Pack.”
My smile couldn’t be wiped off my face with an industrial-strength sander. My checks burn as I slam my lips to Reed's again. Gosh, how did I get such a perfect damn omega?
“What I’d miss?” Asher’s voice penetrates our little bubble and I smirk at Reed who scrunches his brows at me.
I turn to see Asher plop into the other velvet chair, his legs wide and inviting, but I resist. It’s finally time to claim what's mine, ours, and nothing is gonna stop us this time.
“So, Old Man, we have some unfinished business,” I say, and both Asher and Reed raise their eyebrows.
I uncurl myself from my chair. My hand traces up his arm as I move closer.
Both my hands rest on Asher's thick corded shoulders.
They snake under his shirt. Over his tight pecs.
My omega purrs as his pomegranate scent blooms in the air.
I pull his shirt down by its neckline. His smooth skin calls to my aching teeth.
“Something’s missing here, don't you think?”
“I agree,” Reed says, coming closer to us. Asher’s pulse quickens under my touch.
“I mean, if you’re both ready—”
“We are,” I say, lightly nipping at his ear. “Are you?”
“Absolutely, Moonlight.” His voice is airy, and I nod, bringing my lips to his. His lips are different from Reed’s and yet I need them both, now, constantly.
His tongue pushes through my lips, playing with mine as I slide my hands down the front of his chest.
“Seems like things won’t get done if I leave it up to you two.” Reed’s voice is deep and grumbly as I open my eyes to watch him. His eyes are dark, a tent in his pants I want to soothe. I giggle. Pulling Asher’s shirt up as I lean back from our alpha.
“Where are our bites gonna go?” I say innocently.
Who says you only need to bite once? Asher’s muscled chest and creamy light brown skin calls for me to bite him everywhere.
“Hmm… Princess.” Reed shoves Asher’s legs wider so he can fit between them. His sharp gaze is on Asher. Asher’s chest rising and falling with each breath, his heady gaze on Reed. “How about we play a little game?”
“As long as we don’t get distracted,” I murmur and Reed nods. My omega is very much over the waiting game to mark her mates and needs to feel her teeth in their skin as soon as possible.
“Asher, when was the last time?” Reed asks, his hand palming Asher’s dick over his sweatpants. Asher tenses, groaning as he tries not to move his body.
His lips part, and I take that chance to suck up his gasp, crashing my lips to his.
I break our kiss shortly, though—he has a question to answer and the faster he does it the sooner I get what I want.
I trail my lips across the side of his face and down his neck.
My core pulses with need, as pomegranates mix with pancakes and cranberries in the air.
“Not that long ago—”
“Ah, ah, Asher. When?” Reed grips him more firmly, his eyes holding Asher’s hostage.
“I don’t remember.”
I nip his shoulder hard, not enough to bond but enough to get my point across. “Hey! That last time was with me!”
“The date, Moonlight, I don’t remember the date. Everything else, fuck, etched in my brain.”
“It wasn’t that long ago, just this week actually.”
Fuck, it’s been an eventful week. Soren bonding me, Reed getting pissy, Asher’s rut, Reed then bonding me, the attack. Damn.
“Monday?”
My grin is pure evil. “Nope.”
Reed pulls at Asher’s waistband. Asher lifts his hips for him to pull them down, his dick jutting out. A bead of precum is already leaking from his head.
I move to lick it off, climbing over Asher’s shoulder, noticing how he doesn’t groan or seem affected by my leaning damn near my whole body over his shoulder.
Reed stops me, my hands braced on Asher’s wonderfully thick thighs as Reed uses his hand to smear the cum on Asher’s dick. Asher moans at the contact of the single jerk of Reed’s hand. I moan too, even at the loss of his pomegranate cum.
“Soon, Princess. We have to follow the rules.”
“Asher, hurry up!” I whimper as I go to move back, but Asher is quick, his mouth finding the skin between my skirt waistband and my shirt, kissing the skin there before biting me lightly.
His teeth drag deliciously against my skin and my omega brain goes into a frenzy of pleasure.
My pussy flutters, needing something to squeeze when he does this. “Oh you’re not playing fair.”
“You gonna deny your omega, Red?” Asher says, a cocky fucking smirk on his face as his arm twists so he’s holding my waist tight against his shoulder, and I’m stuck bracing myself against him.
His arm flexes, his flexibility surprising as he reaches under my skirt and his fingers find my drenched core.
I moan at the slightest contact.
“It’s not me denying her, asshole,” Reed grumbles. His hands shake as he kneels in between Asher’s legs.
The alpha’s thick fingers move my wet panties aside, slowly lapping in the slick that’s pooled there. My hips jerk, trying to get him to enter, but he moves his fingers away, dragging my slick over the back of my thigh, over my exposed skin.
“Tuesday,” Asher grumbles out and I shake my head no. Half tempted to lie and say yes, but I can’t get myself to be a bad girl and do it.
“Wednesday! It was Wednesday!”
I nod as Asher yells out the answer and Reed takes my immediate confirmation and wraps his lips around Asher’s straining dick. His lips eat him whole and Asher plunges his fingers in my entrance, finally giving my pussy something to squeeze. Thank fuck.
“I’m already too damn close,” Asher murmurs as Reed goes down, his spit making an absolutely hot mess of Asher’s dick. Pleasure flows molten through my pussy as Asher pumps his fingers.
My teeth ache, my original mission clouding everything in my brain as I lean down, Asher’s delicious upper thigh my target. I bite down as he thrusts his fingers in, hitting my g-spot, as his entire body tightens.
Reed lets his dick go with a pop, smiling down at me before matching my spot on his other thigh, biting down, making him ours forever.
I come as my teeth release him, keening as the orgasm wracks through my body. I can hardly hold myself up as Asher comes, hot ropes covering his stomach.
“Need help cleaning that up?” I ask, but Asher doesn’t let me. Yanking me over his shoulder, he twists me so my shoulder is under his jaw and he’s biting down, completing our bond.
I shudder under the pressure. My core pulsates as I finally become his.
He doesn't waste time, unlatching his teeth from me and grabbing Reed by the back of his head and yanking him forward. His teeth latch into the space between his shoulder and neck.
“My omegas,” he murmurs as he breaks away from Reed's neck. Hooded, almost drunken eyes bounce between both our bleeding necks.
“What are you gonna do with your omegas now?” I ask, my pussy more than missing a dick now that she’s bonded one of her scent matches.
Asher laughs. “How about we christen this office of yours, Red? Starting with that desk.”