Chapter 19 Caught in the Chase
Chapter nineteen
Caught in the Chase
Ivy
Another day in the books, I thought as I crossed off Tuesday on my wall calendar. Hopping on my bed, I reached for my phone, building up the courage to call my parents.
So far, they knew I wasn’t a beta, I was an omega—which kind of freaked them out.
They knew I had scent-matched with the Arco pack—also freaked them out.
And they knew I was being courted—which, predictably, freaked them out too.
Now, I needed to tell them I’d moved into the pack’s house, which would really freak them out.
To be fair, my mom had been a lot more supportive than my dad. She was curious and happy to listen to me talk away about each of my guys. I was excited to see what she thought when she finally met them.
My dad, on the other hand, was very distrustful of the whole thing.
He had no consideration for how different my omega drives were compared to his beta needs, and thought I should be ignoring all this stuff.
It was ironic that I first agreed with him when I found out about my status, but now the thought of rejecting my pack was insanity.
I dialed their number and waited for the phone to pick up.
“Hello? Ivy?” My mom answered.
“Hi mom! How are you doing?” I replied, happy to hear her voice.
“Hi sweety! We’re doing well over here! How are you doing? How’s the omega stuff going?” she asked.
“I’m doing well. The omega ‘stuff’ is going well too!” I softly laughed at her use of terminology. “I have some news to share.”
“What is it, dear? Is this about your upcoming show?”
“No, not quite. Remember how I said I was spending more and more time with my pack—the Arco pack?”
“Yes…and how’s that going?” she hesitantly asked.
“Very good…I’ve moved in with them,” I blurted out. Might as well rip the band-aid off quickly.
“You’ve moved in with them? Like in their house?”
“Yes, I’ve got my own suite, and you should see this property—it’s absolutely gorgeous. We’ve been having so much fun together here as well. I love being with them.”
“When did this move happen?” she asked cautiously.
“This past weekend. I just couldn’t keep fighting my omega urge to be with them.”
“That’s really fast, Ivy. You’re going to give your father a heart attack when he hears.” My mom’s voice sounded predictably concerned.
“I thought so too, but my doctor says this is perfectly normal for scent-matched omega packs. We tend to cohabitate quickly. We’re going to go shopping later this week to decorate my room and the nest.”
“The nest? Right, that’s the room where you…”
“We don’t have to talk about the nest.”
“But you are now active with each of them?”
“We don’t need to talk about that either,” I laughed as embarrassment set in. I would not be talking about my sex life with my mom. A knock on the door pulled my attention. Carrying my phone, I opened the door, finding Preston on the other side.
“Dinner’s almost ready…oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t know…” Preston said, glancing at the phone to my ear.
“Which one is that?” My mom asked as I grabbed Preston’s wrist and pulled him inside my room, putting my phone on speaker.
“Mom, this is Preston. He’s the packmate I perform with. Preston, this is my mom,” I said, introducing them.
“Hello, Mrs. Turin. It’s lovely to make your acquaintance,” Preston said, straightening up and turning red. I could see a look of panic in his eyes.
“Preston, hello. Are you treating my daughter well?” My mom asked with a tone a tad more serious than joking.
“As well as I can,” he replied as he gently rubbed my back. “We all love your daughter very much, and are so thrilled she has…” He looked at me with more panic in his eyes.
“I told her I’m living here,” I reassured him.
He exhaled in relief. “We’re thrilled she’s living here with us so we can take care of her.”
“Ivy, would it be alright if your dad and I come out to visit? We just want to make sure everything's fine,” my mom asked.
A visit from my parents sounded both wonderful and a tad terrifying. I wanted them to see that I was thriving here, but what if they rejected my new lifestyle?
I looked to Preston, who gestured yes to me. “Yeah, that would be fine. Let me check with the rest of the pack first and see if you can maybe stay at our house. Our show is in less than three weeks if you want to see us perform.”
“Okay, dear, I’ll check with your father and get tickets squared away. Preston, it was nice to meet you!”
“You too, Mrs. Turin. I look forward to hearing funny stories about Ivy when you visit,” he replied with a cute smile at me.
“Bye mom,” I said, hanging up the phone. I turned to Preston with raised eyebrows. “My parents' visit should be interesting.”
“I can’t wait to meet your father,” he laughed sarcastically. “Come on, let’s go get some dinner.”
***
Isaac
Standing up in the crow's nest, my eyes followed Ivy as she danced across the floor Thursday morning. She’d been with every pack member but me by now, and I’d wondered if that was by design.
I knew she wanted me; I could see it in her eyes. But she liked me chasing her, too. I could sense it in her. She liked playing with me, her chaotic, sexy devil, as she liked to tease me.
Her eyes caught mine staring at her. I licked my lips as I watched her smirk up to me. She turned and made her way to the ballet barre while the other groups danced. With graceful ease, she lifted her leg straight up to the side of her ear and stretched.
God, I wanted to grab that leg and thrust inside her, kneel and taste her thoroughly.
I could tie her down to my bed and make her beg for me to give her release.
She could straddle me and ride me hard. I could chase her through the studios as she laughed and ran from me.
We could dance my duet for her; I’d change the ending and take her as she lifted her leg behind her.
“You have to stop staring at her,” Lukas whispered to me. I didn’t even see him standing next to me. “She might like it, but the rest of us have to watch you two.”
“I’m sorry,” I said, rolling my neck around. “I need her badly. You’ve all slept with her now, right?”
Lukas slowly nodded.
“And? Was it amazing? I tried my best not to be in the house,” I said.
Lukas huffed in amusement. After a moment’s pause, he said, “She took my knot.”
I exhaled loudly. She took his knot. That must have felt so intimate. I’d gladly give her my knot, I’d give her anything she asked…
No, that wasn’t us. I wasn’t her simp. I needed her to submit to me. And she would, I could tell she would do it gladly. She had that vibe with me. I’d have to chase and catch, then she would submit.
She was now flipped upside down, grabbing her bottom leg while the top one pointed straight up to the ceiling. So flexible…how far did those legs of hers stretch?
I could taste her submission on my tongue.
Soon…
***
Ivy
Isaac sat across from me at the dinner table, his eyes glued to my every movement. He was the last mate remaining to be physical with. Both he and I knew there was more to this physical relationship between us than just sex; he needed the chase, and I wanted him to take me when he was ready.
Something about his attention made me want more of it, too. I held up a swirl of pasta and slowly savored it in my mouth, as soft little moans escaped from me. It’s not that I needed to moan when eating, more that I felt compelled to for him.
I licked the fork slowly, capturing every single ounce of sauce left on it before looking up at the table. All four of my mates' eyes were intensely watching me. I glanced down at my plate—empty—before I slowly stood up, each one of them standing with me.
“I…uh…I’m all finished, should probably get ready for bed,” I said, my eyes connecting with Isaac.
“You think you can lick your fork like that for five minutes and just leave?” Isaac flashed a wicked grin at me. “Sorry, gentlemen. Tonight, she’s mine.”
I slowly backed away from my chair as a smile emerged on my face. He stepped away from the table and came around, walking quickly. The intensity in his eyes was so severe that it made my heart beat rapidly.
I instantly took off running for the stairs and made it to the landing on the second floor. The sound of Isaac chasing was close behind me. Excitement hammered through me as I darted into Isaac’s room and shut the door, exploding into a fit of giggles.
I leaned against the door on the inside of Isaac’s room, trying to calm my breathing down. His delicious scent was everywhere in his room, making me inhale deeply to try to fill my lungs with it.
A soft knock sounded on the door.
“Yes, may I help you?” I asked, trying to mask my excitement.
“I’d like to enter my room, please,” Isaac replied, also trying to stay calm.
“What’s the secret password?” I said, laughing.
“Hmm, let’s see,” Isaac said. “How about the longer this door stays between us, the more spankings you’ll get from me.”
With a gasp, I opened the door, my smile wide as I took in Isaac standing casually with a smirk on his face. He entered and shut the door, then slowly glided towards me, edging me backwards farther into his room. The intensity in his eyes was exquisite. I wanted him to consume me.
“Did you get enough practice licking that fork tonight?” He asked, pressing me up against his bed. “Want something else to practice licking?”
My eyes grew wide as I held his gaze. His arms were braced beside me, pushing me more and more against the bed.
Narrowing his eyes, he asked, “Maybe I should taste you instead?”
A shiver ran through my body as need exploded throughout me.
In an attempt to playfully get away, I scooted backwards on the bed and rolled back over my shoulder, scurrying off the opposite end of the bed.
My attempt was useless, though; within seconds, his arms were wrapped around me as he laughed in my ear.
“Where are you going?” He whispered in my ear as he carried me back to the bed. “Am I too intense for you?” He tossed me on the bed before joining me himself.