Chapter 41
Chapter Forty-One
Two weeks later
Oliver
Isolde is tucked into my side as she naps, and our pack is taking a lazy day. Our house is slowly filling with furniture, and Lucas has been to the office once in the last two weeks.
Everything continues to move well despite Paula no longer working there, and Lucas hasn’t mentioned anything about picking her up from jail. I have a feeling that he is trying to process the betrayal.
None of us are going to force the issue. Paula can rot there a while longer.
Grant is working on construction plans to demolish and donate the furnishings in the main house. We decided that we’re going to extend the driveway and gardens out to Isolde’s house and build an external garage.
Rita’s also having her own house built as well on the property so she can babysit occasionally, and we will be moving between here and the vacation lake house we’re planning to build in Minnesota.
We decided that we want somewhere to stay that’s ours so we can visit the packs we’ve become friends with.
I want to make lots of memories with Isolde and Leila, and I haven’t taken a vacation in years.
I think I’ll enjoy it more now than I would have if I’d taken it before meeting my pack. I’m finally getting everything and more than I imagined.
Leila is sleeping in our room, and I have her baby monitor beside me in case she wakes up. We’re finally getting longer naps from our sweet girl.
We also made it to the doctor for a check up, and everything is as it should be for her health wise. She’s just a little small for her age. Leila is about five months old, and I’m loving everything about being a parent.
Lucas glares at his phone as it lights up, and I wonder if the day of reckoning is finally coming for Paula.
“Hello?” he answers, hitting the speaker button as soon as he gets a reply. “Paula—”
“I shouldn’t be here!” she screeches. “I keep your secrets, and now I’m in jail for God only knows what. No one will tell me.”
The silent treatment is apparently wearing on Paula. My lips twitch in amusement as she continues to complain. No one will tell her shit about why she’s been arrested so the records of her jail stay can be easily erased.
“Paula, keeping any secrets I may or may not have is part of your nondisclosure clause in your contract,” Lucas reminds her. “It doesn’t offer you any special privileges. If you thought it would afford you protection from colluding with sex traffickers—”
“What are you talking about?” Paula whines. “Are you sick? Did you hit your head? I wouldn’t know the first thing about finding a sex trafficker, much less speak to one.”
The gaslighting is adorable. Isolde sighs, shifting against me, making me hold her tighter.
“Everything will become clear soon,” Lucas says cryptically. “I’ll come see you to explain it all.”
Grant’s eyes snap up at this, and his upper lip curls in unhappiness.
“You’re coming?” Paula asks excitedly, pulling Isolde out of her sleep.
I think Paula is exposing herself and the crush that she’s been harboring. As far as I know, Lucas has worked a long time with her, and the bitch caught feelings.
It would explain a lot about why she decided to throw our girl to the wolves. Maybe it was less about money, and more about her jealousy.
“I am,” Lucas says, swallowing hard as he glances at Grant. They’re definitely going to be arguing about this. “I’ll fix it with Grant. Don’t call me again, Paula.”
“I can’t promise that,” she sighs. “I hate it here.”
Lucas hangs up without saying goodbye, shaking his head in disgust.
“I never clocked that she was in love with you,” Grant mutters. “She hid it well.”
“I never gave off any type of energy that would make her think it would be reciprocated,” Lucas grumbles.
“This explains why she helped Ophelia,” Isolde says quietly.
Alesso makes a noise beside Grant, but I ignore it because I think she’s a piece of shit too. My fingers trail over her collarbone before pushing her chin up to look at me.
“Paula isn’t going to be a problem for much longer,” I tell her.
“She’s not, but that doesn’t mean Lucas should be the one to take care of her,” Grant says.
“Yes it does,” Lucas grunts. “She’s definitely my problem, and I’m fucking pissed about it.”
Ignoring them as they argue, I drop my head to kiss Isolde’s lips. Taking the bait, she sighs, allowing me to deepen things. My hand ghosts down her body to grab her ass, and I can feel the curve of her smile before she moves to straddle my lap.
Our couch resembles a giant bed, and I think it may be time to break it in. We agreed that we would let Isolde decide what she wanted as far as anything sexual. If she wants to make out, I’m down.
Her hips begin to grind on me as we continue to kiss, and I’m vaguely aware that we have an audience now. My cock thickens underneath her, and Isolde makes a needy sound.
“Words, Kitten,” I murmur against her lips.
Isolde smirks as she pulls off the sweatshirt that she was wearing, letting it fall to the side. This and panties is what she fell asleep in.
“I want you, Oliver,” she sighs. “Are those enough words?”
Turning so she harmlessly falls into the cloud of cushions that is our couch, I grin as I kiss her knee.
“Do you need me here?” I tease her. “Your knee tastes delicious.”
Giggling, she shakes her head as I kiss and lick up her leg. I avoid the scars on her inner thigh, knowing that Grant made her a tattoo appointment for tomorrow. Soon, she’ll have two gorgeous thigh pieces. One will be a phoenix, while the other will be a pack tattoo.
The tattoo will be a knot with a pale blue flower in the middle sprouting from it. At some point, we all plan to get the same tattoo on our bodies. We all came together in different ways, and our pack grew from that unified knot.
Gently scraping my teeth up her skin, the whimper she makes goes straight to my cock. Her legs fall further open as I crawl up her body, and my nose nuzzles against her panty covered pussy.
“Oli,” she gasps, pulling on my hair.
“What?” I mumble unhelpfully, sucking at her slick through the material to make her writhe.
“You’re so mean,” Alesso chuckles.
Isolde reaches for him without looking, and Alesso crawls over to her.
“Do you want to drown me in your cream, Kitten,” I tease her, ripping her panties off her.
Isolde whines as she traps my head between her thighs.
“I want you to make me come,” she growls. God, she’s so fucking cute.
Alesso lays by her, his fingers tangling in her hair as he kisses her. I squeeze her ass and use my thumbs to expose her clit like I’m plundering my favorite treasure. I suppose that’s not wrong.
I lick up her arousal before sucking on her clit, intent on making her wild. Her hips rock against my tongue as Alesso swallows down her little noises, and my cock jerks with need.
“Come for me, Kitten,” I groan, pushing my fingers into her pussy to fuck her with them.
“Yes,” she gasps, her fingers pulling on my hair. “Please, Oli.”
“You’re such a good girl for us,” Alesso praises her.
I love watching the way that Isolde preens with pleasure, moaning as I push her closer to her release.
“Oli,” Isolde says urgently.
“Yes?” I ask, my face covered in her arousal.
“I need your cock to be inside of me when I come,” she says.
“As you wish. Do you want to be on top?”
“Please,” she says. “I want to be able to suck Alesso’s cock.”
Alright then.
Getting up, I pull off my clothes and reach for Isolde. There’s happiness and lots of need on her face as she allows me to pull her into my arms. The nightmares are slowly calming, but that only means that she doesn’t wake up crying every night.
It’s going to take time, and Isolde refuses to speak to anyone about it. Too many people react badly or with pity in the face of a story like hers, and that’s the last thing she wants.
We’re taking things one day at a time together. That doesn’t mean that life ends.
Isolde wraps her legs around my waist as she rolls her hips over my cock. I continue to kiss her as I move so that my ass is on the couch, giving her free range to do what she wants.
Her hand wraps around me as she pushes her body up to ensure that the head of my cock is pressed against her slick entrance.
“Fuck, Kitten,” I groan. I want to tell her to take it slow, but words are becoming harder to string together.
Isolde drops her hips down, making my vision blacken as her tight cunt swallows my cock down.
“Yes,” she moans. “Mine.”
Alesso watches us with a grin, which fades into need when Isolde and I grab him to kiss him together. It’s all teeth, tongue and passion. I can barely tell who is who as I close my eyes, and Isolde begins to ride my cock.
My hand squeezes her hip tightly. I’m going to leave marks on her skin but I'm unable to care. My brain is melting due to how fucking good she feels, her soft skin gliding over me.
Alesso is breathing hard as he breaks the kiss, his chest heaving as he watches us.
“Topolina, you’re a fucking goddess,” he says, pulling off his shirt. Lucas crawls closer to Alesso, his hand pushing down his sweatpants to fist Alesso’s cock. “Damn.”
“I’d say you’re more than ready to feed this to our girl,” he teases him, pushing Alesso’s pants down his hips.
“You look fucking gorgeous stuffed full of cock,” Grant murmurs, watching Isolde. “I think you need your pretty cunt eaten by Lucas while Oliver fucks you. We all know that Lucas enjoys that.”
My lips twitch at that, because we’ll never mention how many times Lucas will enthusiastically suck on a cock more often than not while he’s eating Isolde’s pussy. I think Grant is just accepting the accidental oral as canon now.
Isolde pushes me down, leaning forward so that her ass is now presented to Lucas as he moves between my legs.
“Yummy. A messy, cock filled pussy just for me,” he murmurs, his hands baring her to him. My back bows as he begins to devour our omega, his hands pushing Isolde up and down my shaft.