Chapter 24
Silver
The car ride home is tense, and my perfume isn’t helping matters, my arousal flooding the car like a flashing beacon. Haze and Rage occupy the seats beside me, each one touching me in some way, may it be Rage’s hand beneath my skirt as he grips my thigh, or Haze’s hand in mine, rubbing soothing circles over my heating skin. Aero keeps inhaling, breathing in my scent like a drug, and it does nothing to calm the wildfire of arousal that is overtaking my body like a hijacking, little hussy. Even Munro keeps glancing over at me, dark eyes pitch black with his own heated glances.
Pace, however, is quiet the entire ride, knuckles clenched as he sits on the opposite end of the limo to me, his eyes on me but revealing nothing about how he’s feeling right now. Does he regret kissing me? Did I come on too strong? What the hell is he thinking? Did I embarrass him when I started perfuming?
I’m internally panicking, worried I’ve done something catastrophically wrong when the limo rolls up my short drive and idles outside, the door opening with a polite smile from our chauffeur, Charles, for the evening. One by one, we exit the limo, each of us thanking Charles as we pass, my voice a little hoarse with arousal and worry.
By the time we’re all inside and the door shuts, I’m about ready to lose my shit. I deposit my paperwork and purse on the entry table near the door and run a hand through my hair before my mouth runs away from me the moment I turn to face Pace and his serious expression that reveals nothing. “Look, it was a kiss. I was up in my feels, I was excited, and I reacted. I’m sorry if I pushed something you weren’t ready for or whatever. Let's not make it a big deal, okay? I'm a little wired, emotionally charged, and—”
I’m not given a chance to spill more words like I’ve just caught a case of verbal diarrhea, because one moment Pace is watching me from a fair distance away, and the next he’s gripping the back of my neck, slamming me against the nearest wall, and is kissing me with every bit of pent-up need that takes my breath away.
“We’re going to disappear for a while. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do,” Aero chuckles, Rage and Haze groaning like they don’t want to leave, before four sets of retreating steps faintly reach my ears.
I can hardly pay any attention, because Pace is heaving me up in his arms and pressing me against the wall like a man possessed, trapping me between him and the unyielding brick. His mouth is on me, stealing the air from my lungs and sending my mind into a wild tangle of arousal and a desperate need that bangs against the bars of my restraint like a caged animal.
Pace only tears away from my mouth briefly to growl, “Do you have any idea what the fuck you do to me, Silver?”
I shake my head, because I don’t. Unless he makes a conscious effort to reveal his emotions, he’s locked up tighter than a vault, and that must show on my expression, because Pace groans as he leans into me with a raised eyebrow. “Feel that? That’s what you do to me, Tink. With very little effort, you have me harder than I’ve ever been in my life, my knot already swollen and dying to be buried inside you.”
Sure enough, I feel the proof of his words as he rolls his hips against mine, his hardened length straining against his slacks. I gasp as I feel him push against my panties, the skirt of my dress pushed up my thighs where I have them wrapped around Pace’s waist. He feels big, possibly bigger than the twins and Aero, and I release a strangled moan as he grinds against me. I’m soaked in an instant, my body gushing with slick at the next roll of his hips, my perfume exploding out of me with a wave of sickly sugar that reveals my arousal to him.
Pace’s nostrils flare as he breathes in deep.
“I fucking need you, Silver. More than anything on this damned earth, I need you,” he grits, hand reaching for my thigh and dragging it higher on his waist, opening me wider for him to rub against me.
Through a gasp that quickly turns into a moan, his bulge dragging over my clit through my panties, I breathe, “I need you, too, Pace. Please.”
Fuck it, I’m not above begging, far past the point of being subtle and demure about how badly I need this man. How badly I need them all, a startling realization when I acknowledge how that also includes Munro the grumpy beta bastard.
“Love the sound of you begging, Tink,” he growls, right before he grinds against me again and a rattling purr breaks free from his chest, the vibration thrumming through me where we’re touching.
“If it means you find us a room and you strip this dress off me, I’ll beg as much as you want,” I pant, my fingers tightening in his hair at the nape of his neck as I sigh with the next roll of his hips, my head falling back against the wall while pleasure burns through my system like a wildfire.
“Whatever my omega wants,” he growls, still purring as he pulls me away from the wall so suddenly I have to wrap my arms around his shoulders to keep from toppling backward. With hurried steps, he’s carrying me up the stairs and through the hallway until we reach my nest, Pace barging straight in as though he’s done it a million times before. Hell, maybe he’s pictured it enough that it comes naturally to him now, but whatever the reason, I’m beyond grateful.
As soon as the door shuts on us, locking Pace and me in a cocoon of my scent that slowly grows infiltrated by smoke and leather while his mingles with the faint scents of my alpha twins and omega, Pace turns me sharply before his fingers reach for the zipper of my dress. He’s careful to pull it down, loosening the dress until it falls and pools at my heeled feet, and the purr rattling his chest grows denser and louder.
Pace is already turning me back around the moment the dress is no longer an obstacle, his heated, honey eyes roaming over every inch of my body in quick succession. His gaze lingers on my breasts encased in pink lace, and I watch his throat as he swallows hard.
“Christ, Silver, you’re stunning,” Pace swears roughly, standing back to take me in.
Sadly, I don’t have such patience, my own need heating my body to a fever pitch, burning so hot that it’s close to boiling. My perfume is so strong, so thick with fruity sugar, that it’s all I can smell with every inhale, only the faintest hint of smoke and leather seeping through the density of my lust.
So, without waiting a second more, I reach behind me for the clasp of my bra and unlatch it, shimmying my bra free and throwing it somewhere near my closet. My panties are next, sliding down my trembling thighs to join my dress, leaving me in nothing but a pair of strappy heels that reach just below my knees.
Picking up the panties and dress, I turn to throw them in the same direction as my bra, and when I make to twist back around so I’m facing Pace, the alpha gruffly commands, “Don’t. Stay facing the wall, Tink.”
I do as I’m told, a shiver running through my body at the gritty quality of his voice, his words dripping with sex and his own pulsing need that I feel mirrored in my own body. I’m trembling with suppressed need and anticipation, my head tilting as I listen intently to the sound of shifting material, the smooth glide of a leather through belt loops, and the discarding of shoes as they thump against the floor near the door.
I’m panting with suspense by the time I feel the air around me shift mere seconds before a heated body presses against my back. Pace’s front, dented with defined muscle, lines perfectly with my back, and he bends his head to press a kiss to my shoulder that rocks a shiver through me.
“So fucking responsive,” he rasps, dragging his teeth over my sensitive flesh, drawing out a garbled moan from deep in my throat as my head tilts to offer him better access without realizing what I’m doing.
Pace groans against my skin, pulling his teeth away, only to lick the line where his teeth have likely dented my flesh. Not quite broken, but marked enough to leave behind a promise. A promise of what’s to come, what he wants, and where this whole thing is going. “Don’t tempt me, Silver, because I’m on the edge. I’d bite you right here and now, marking you as mine, if I didn’t think you’d regret it in the morning.”
My breath catches and more slick pools between my legs, my arousal spiking, because it’s the first time any mention of a bond has been brought up between any of us. I’m not even surprised at this point by the way my body flushes, the idea of receiving a bond from Pace sending me into a damn near delirious state of arousal.
I hear Pace inhale deeply before he presses deeper against me, his bare cock nuzzling against the globes of my ass, and he growls, “You like the sound of that. I can smell it, Tink. You like the idea of me marking you up, making you mine?”
I can only moan in answer, pushing my ass against Pace with a needy, little roll of my body, and he chuckles darkly before he clamps his hand against my hip to stop my movements.
“Answer me, Silver,” he demands, fingers biting into my flesh and notching my desire up another level I didn’t know was possible. “You want my teeth buried in your flesh while I’m knot-deep inside your sopping pussy? You want me fucking you into your nest while I bond you so deeply that there won’t be getting rid of me ever?”
“Yes,” I breathe before I can clamp my mouth shut, trapping my words.
Pace growls his approval, and I feel his cock twitching against my ass, the tip of his cock slathering precum over my skin almost like he’s marking me with his scent instead of his teeth.
“Fuck, Tink,” he grunts gravelly, and before I my brain can compute what’s happening, I find myself on my hands and knees in my nest, peering over my shoulder at a hungry-looking Pace Larsen. He’s bare and breathing hard, cock standing at attention, his knot swollen with need. Wild, honey-colored eyes roam over every inch of my body before his gaze stops at the apex of my things, his gaze darkening until his pupils have taken over most of his irises, and I moan as he reaches his hands out to grasp my asscheeks tightly. Then his voice takes on a huskier quality as he commands, “Present for me, Silver. I want that ass in the air and your face buried in the blankets when I sink into you for the first time. I want my omega presenting for her alpha. Show me how much you want my cock, Tink. Present for me. ”
Fuck. Me. Dead.
If I wasn’t already wet, that would have done the trick. It’s like he hits every omega nerve in my body with his words, my body coming alive with every command, and I waste no time in dropping to my elbows and sticking my ass in the air, peering over my shoulder as I check for approval.
It comes in the form of a light spank against my ass, and I moan into the blankets and cushions beneath me, gushing slick until it’s dripping out of me.
“That’s it, fuck yes,” Pace growls, and I feel him drop to his knees and position himself between my legs, pressing in close enough that I feel his shaft press against me.
He’s leaking precum as much as I am slick, and I mewl at the back of my throat before I start begging, “Please, Pace. Please, I need you. I need your cock, your knot. Fuck, please.”
“Shit, Tink. I can’t fucking say no to that,” he grunts, right before I feel him guide the tip of his shaft at my opening and press inside only an inch. Before he sinks any further, he sternly instructs, “You keep this perfect ass exactly where it is for me, Silver, got it? Keep presenting for me while I fuck you.”
He’s plunging into my body in the next breath, filling me so thoroughly and quickly that I cry out in surprise, my hands fisting the blankets around me.
“Fuuuuck,” he groans, burying himself inside me until his knot brushes against my sensitive opening, pausing to grind against me with a teasing roll of his hips. Then he’s pulling back and thrusting deeper inside me, fucking me slowly but deeply, filling me with his shaft before retreating and filling me once more. “You feel like heaven, Tink. Better than I’ve imagined every time I’ve used my hand to fuck myself in the damned shower thinking of you.”
My walls tighten around him and I’m moaning like a porn star at the thought of him pleasuring himself to images of me.
Pace chuckles, a sexy sound that turns my insides to mush, and he asks roughly, “You like that, Silver? Like the thought of me going so far out of my mind that I’m picturing you every time I spill my cum against the shower wall? That it’s your scent I’m inhaling?”
“Fuck, yes,” I hiss, walls spasming around him as the first licks of an orgasm drag down my spine teasingly, his cock dragging against my walls in just the right way that I feel my climax building and building until I’m already teetering on the edge.
Pace grunts before grinding deeper into me. “You’re already close, Tink. I can feel you tightening around me, strangling my cock with that perfect pussy. You gonna come for me?”
I cry out, his filthy words fueling the speed of which my release barrels toward me, and I’m nodding rapidly into the blankets clutched tightly in my hands.
“Do it, Tink. Come around my cock so I can sink my knot inside you,” he demands with a rough, gritty voice that adds to my arousal, right as he picks up the speed of his pumping hips.
It only takes a few thrusts before I’m screaming into the blankets as I fall over the ledge, an orgasm knocking into me with all the force of an oncoming truck. My walls are spasming around his still-thrusting length, Pace fucking me through my orgasm until one turns into two. I’m crying out and breathless, body trembling through another release that fills my body with waves of pleasure.
“Shit, yes, Tink. Clamp down on that cock,” he demands, fucking me harder and dragging out my climax. He fucks me deep, hard, and fast, grinding his knot against me every time he bottoms out, and I’m already on the ledge of another fucking orgasm when he spanks my ass on his next thrust.
I’m a goner, freefalling into another climax before I’ve even caught my breath from the first two, gushing around him as I cry into the blankets with a moan that I’m sure the others hear from wherever they are in the house.
“Fuck, Silver. Ah, fuck,” Pace grunts, right before he sinks as deep as he can go, grinding his knot into me before slotting the bulging muscle into my body and sending me spiraling into another release that has me blacking out for a moment. I come to just as Pace snarls his own release, his shaft pulsing inside me as my body locks down on his knot. He fills me until our combined juices are leaking from between us, soiling the blankets beneath us with our fluids and scents. I don’t care, floating on clouds of satisfaction as my body trembles through aftershocks that tighten my walls around Pace’s knot.
“Fucking hell, Silver,” he groans, pressing his forehead to my shoulder as he curls over my back, breathing hard while his cock continues to twitch inside me as he spills his release. “You’re perfect, Tink. You know that? Fucking perfect.”
My lips pull up in a blissful smile, the dopey expression hidden by blankets, and I pant, “Likewise.”
Chuckling deeply, voice still husky and rough, Pace wraps his arms around me before adjusting us both in my nest. He lays me down on my side, instantly molding his body to mine, cursing when I clench around him with more aftershocks.
Nuzzling into my neck, he nips at my skin before he quietly demands, “Give me two minutes and we’ll do that all over again.”
My walls pulse, Pace grunts and laughs, and I fall into a contented silence while I ride through the trembles that shake my body long after my walls stop pulsing around him. It doesn’t last, because as Pace promises, not two minutes later, he’s fucking me into oblivion again, and we don’t stop until I’m convinced my body can’t possibly produce more slick, and Pace has spent every drop of cum inside my body that I can handle.
I pass out shortly after, a sex-induced smile on my face, the scent of leather and smoke surrounding me, and my alpha protectively wrapped around me as he falls asleep with me.
***
“Wakey, wakey, sleeping beauty,” I hear, warm breath tickling my ear, bringing with it the scent of frosted plums. Which is weird, because I’m sure I fell asleep with Pace still knot deep inside me and stuck until my lock released him and his knot deflated enough to slip free of my body.
Blinking my eyes open, I find Aero’s face mere inches away from mine, and he smiles beautifully at me the moment my gaze connects with his. “There’s my girl. I came bearing breakfast. You guys haven’t left the nest all night and I got impatient to see my omega.”
Pace, still coiled around my back with his arms banded snugly around my waist, sleepily grumbles against the back of my head, and I smile when he shifts and I feel him still knotted inside me.
Throwing his arm over my waist to join Pace’s, Aero snuggles into me, rubbing his nose along mine in an attempt to hide his giddy smile when he realizes Pace and I are still connected, and the cheeky omega asks, “So, does this mean she’s ours. Like, officially, declaring it to the world, Silver is fully ‘off the market’ kind of ours?”
“Yeah,” Pace sleepily mutters, the exact same time I groan and blurt, “Did you just insinuate that I’ve been cock claimed?”
“Fuck, yeah, you have. Get used to it, baby,” Aero teases, pressing a sweet, sipping kiss to my lips before pulling back and flashing me a grin. “That’s four down and one more to go. Do you have to fuck all five of us before we can start calling you pack, or can we all agree that you’re ours now and let the chips fall where they may?”
“Oh my god,” I laugh, squeezing around Pace in the process.
Groaning a sexy, sleepy sound, Pace tightens his hold on me before growling at Aero, “Get the fuck out, you asshole. I’m trying to sleep and Silver’s pussy is doing it’s best to keep me trapped inside her fucking body.”
“Like you’re complaining,” the omega teases, right before he leans in for another kiss that has me chasing for more. He chuckles, laughing that laugh I love so much, before he pulls back and says, “Breakfast is on the tray near the door. See you downstairs when you’re ready.”
With one more kiss and a breath of frosted plum, he clambers over Pace and me before leaving the room, and Pace wastes no time in bundling me up in his arms and cuddling into me like a big house cat, his chest vibrating with the purr he releases as soon as the door closes on Aero.
“I hope you know he’s right, Tink,” Pace rumbles from behind me, deep voice laced with sleep and happiness.
I hum, hugging his arm to my chest as I wriggle against him, clenching my teeth in order to trap my moan when his knot rubs deliciously inside me. “Right about what?”
“You’re ours, Silver Gage,” he simply claims, dropping a sweet, lingering kiss to my bare shoulder. “And this pack is yours if you want it. If you want us.”
I pause for a moment, wondering if this is all real or whether or not I’m in some kind of sex-induced dream that feels far too real. I must hesitate for too long, because Pace’s purr grows thicker as he says, “I was serious when I said we’re all in, Silver. You’re who we want, our omega. We want you as a part of this pack, to belong to us.”
My insides melt while my heart beats rapidly, elation flooding my system from the top of my head to the tips of my toes. A euphoric kind of joy damn near suffocates me, and a grin starts growing on my face. Theirs. I love the sound of it so much, belonging to Aero, Rage, Haze, Pace, and…
Clearing my throat, I turn my head to look at Pace over my shoulder. He’s already watching me, that intense look on his face only marred by a small frown, and I quietly ask, “What about Munro?”
Pace relaxes immediately, a slow smile forming on his face as he asks, “Is that a real question? I saw the way he kissed you, Tink. there’s no doubt that you’re it for him. You just need to give him a chance to prove it.”
And that’s it, isn’t it? Can I give the guy who spent weeks on end making me feel like shit a chance? Put myself in a position to be hurt again?
“Trust me, Silver. There’s no other omega in the world, no other woman, who belongs to us more than you, and that includes Munro. If that asshole is willing to dress up in a monkey suit and twirl you on a dance floor when the guy has two left feet, believe me when I say he’s done fighting what he feels for you,” Pace informs, and my body warms and my mind latches on to his words. I want to believe them. I want to trust that they’re true.
I want to give Munro a chance.
“Okay, alpha,” I reply, nodding slowly as I scan his handsome face, watching as his honey eyes grow darker and his gaze narrows on me. “But if this shit goes sideways, I reserve the right to punch you in the nose.”
Pace groans low in his chest, and he cups my face gently, leaning his lips in to brush against mine. “Say that again.”
“I reserve the right—” I start, eyebrows pinching in amused confusion.
“Not that. The first part,” he demands roughly, nipping my lower lip in a way that has my already abused pussy clenching around him.
Understanding dawns on me suddenly, and my smile turns into a heated grin. “My alpha.”
With a sexy growl that has my body waking up as though it didn’t receive countless orgasms last night, Pace rolls us until I’m sprawled beneath him, his front plastered to my back as his knot lodges a little deeper inside me, setting off sparks of pleasure between my legs.
As soon as I’m trapped beneath him, my body writhing with an awakened libido that demands to be sated, Pace leans in to whisper gravelly into my ear, “That what you want, Tink? To be mine?”
I’m nodding rapidly before the last word leaves his mouth, and Pace sight with a low rumble of his purr, and the fucker grinds his knot inside me with a teasing roll of his hips. I cry out, already covered in slick and yesterday’s activities.
It’s made only worse when he grunts and promises, “The moment you're ready, you just say the word and I'll sink my teeth into you and make this whole thing as permanent as it can get. You're ours, Silver. Nothing will change that.”
I’m coming so suddenly that I lose my breath, pulsing around him with moans and mewls of relief, breathing in smoke and leather with every inhale. All the while, I’m thinking of how good it feels to belong to someone. How fucking wild it makes me, knowing he wants to bond with me and make this real and permanent and forever. And I’m thinking how fucking beautiful it is to finally belong to the pack I can’t see my life without anymore.