Chapter 36
CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX
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“They’re doing this on purpose,” I mutter, my leg bouncing against the floor.
Lyon snorts.
“Tell me feeling every one of her fucking orgasms isn’t a form of inhumane torture.”
“Builds anticipation,” he says easily.
Shifting on the chair, I glare at my friend who is laid back against the bed, shirtless, his arms raised with his head resting in his hands. “How can you be so calm?”
He shrugs casually. “I’m not.”
“Could’ve fooled me,” I mutter.
With a quick peek into the bond, I realize he’s telling the truth. He’s a bundle of excitement and anticipation in there.
He’s staring up at the ceiling, a thoughtful expression on his face.
When he speaks, his voice is low and deep, his words slow and steady like he’s measuring every one.
“She’s ours now. There’s no ticking clock hanging over our heads.
Do I want to see her and hold her and let her know that even though I’m not an Alpha, she’s just as much mine as she is theirs?
Of course I do. But I’ve got a lifetime.
She’ll come.” His smile spreads across his face. “Literally.”
For Lyon, that’s nearly the equivalent of a month’s worth of words.
With me, he’s always been able to speak more freely, but since Shay’s entrance into our lives, he’s come out of his shell even more.
It makes me beyond happy to see him living life the way he always should’ve been able to. Confident. Happy. Loved.
The bathroom door opens, and Memphis walks out carrying Shay bridal style. I’m on my feet, meeting them halfway, before I even realize I’ve moved.
“I told you I could walk, Memphis,” she murmurs, a tired grin tilting her lips as her eyes meet mine. “Probably.”
“I wasn’t risking it.” He kisses her forehead, then turns to me. “Take her for me. Aug and I are gonna go order some food and get some drinks to celebrate. We’ll be back up in a little bit.”
He doesn’t have to spell it out. They’re giving us some alone time with her, which I appreciate tremendously.
“C’mere, sweetheart.” I hold out my arms, and she readily wraps hers around my neck as Memphis hands her over.
The vanilla and spice of her whiskeyed scent lingers below the stronger notes of the Alphas.
She smells like pack.
Stalking over to the bed, I hear the door shut behind us.
Lyon is already sitting up, his arms outstretched and waiting.
The second she’s in the safety of his hold, he settles her beside him and stretches out in front of her.
I shrug out of my shirt, leaving on the sweats I changed into while we waited impatiently.
“Why didn’t you two join us?”
Lyon brushes his hand along her naked hip. “They deserved their moment with you.”
“But we’re pack now.” The way those words make my heart expand to near bursting, I’ll never get used to. “You should’ve been in there with us.”
Shuffling across the bed until I’m lying behind her, I kiss the back of her exposed neck where I can clearly see one of her marks. It’s still a little welted, but that should go down soon.
Skimming my finger over the sensitive skin, she sucks in a ragged breath. “Whose mark is this?”
“Aug’s.” Then her hand reaches back, grabbing mine, and stretches her fingers out beneath it so that our marks are side by side. “And now I have a weird bite mark too.”
Lyon chuckles while I pretend to be affronted. My fingers dig into her waist, tickling her until she’s begging me to stop.
“I’m kidding,” she rasps, her chest heaving until she catches her breath. “I like that we match.”
Lyon lifts her hand, kissing Memphis’ mark. “Me too.”
“But you still haven’t answered my question. Where were you?”
A trickle of hurt slithers through the bond, and I realize she thinks we didn’t care about this important moment.
“We did something earlier today and couldn’t join you in the shower.”
She looks over her shoulder, deep lines between her brows. “What does that even mean?”
Lyon goes flat on his back, pointing to the clear bandage partially concealing his new tattoo.
“Lyon,” she gasps, her fingers lightly tracing the dark ink highlighting the spot where her teeth mark had been.
“We got new marks ourselves,” he whispers, turning back over and kissing her stunned lips.
She pulls back, her eyes darting to me. I sit up, getting to my knees, and pull the band of my sweats down until the ink on my hip is visible.
“You guys,” she chokes out, then tears roll down her cheeks.
Slipping behind her, I drag her into my body and hold her tightly. “Hey, why are you crying?”
“I think it all just hit me. You’re all mine. We’re pack. Like…forever.”
Lyon brushes her tears away. “Kinda how the bond works, baby girl. No takebacks.”
She shakes her head. “I’m not upset. Just…”
“Overwhelmed?” I kiss the top of her head. “We’ve had years to get used to the bond and the flow of emotions. In a matter of hours, you’re getting hit with four sets of them, all at once. I can imagine it’s pretty potent.”
She hiccups. “I’m overwhelmed, sure, but also just completely, utterly, ridiculously fucking happy. I love you all so fucking much.”
“So happy tears then?”
She nods, taking a deep breath. I can sense the guys checking in through the bond and the rush of reassurance she sends back.
Goddammit. Feeling her like this is better than anything I could’ve anticipated.
“Good, because we love you back.”
Her hand reaches up and cups Lyon’s cheek, then she glances back at me. “I need y’all too.”
“You’ve got us, sweetheart.”
“Always and forever,” Lyon whispers.
Then his hand snakes behind her head and he kisses her. Her hand lands on his chest, fingers splayed out, and something about seeing them like this, knowing it’s our first time as officially more than just friends, does something to me.
Pushing my sweats down my hips and kicking them off my feet, my hand reaches for her hip.
My lips press against Auggie’s mark, and the rush of desire through the bond is like a spark to a flame.
Lyon removed his own shorts at some point, and he drags her closer, gripping behind her knee, and lifts her leg to curl around his hip.
With his massive palm on her ass cheek, he surges into her, their combined groans echoing through the room.
His eyes meet mine over her shoulder, and without words, I know what he wants. Years of being as close as brothers has given each of us a deeper insight than most.
Sliding up to her back, I wait until his dick pulls out, then roll my hips until I’m replacing his cock with mine. Surprise and need flit through the bond, and I pump my hips a couple of times until I pull out so Lyon can fill her up again.
“You like that, baby girl? Your Betas taking turns with you?”
“Yes. More. Please,” she pants.
Back and forth, we fuck her, each withdrawal like agony when her pussy tries to clamp down around us to keep us buried deep.
“She wants more, brother,” I drawl, pressing another kiss to her mark and grunting when her body grips me tightly. “Should we give it to her?”
“Fucking hell, please. Make me come,” she begs.
Lyon takes over, thrusting deep inside her with one stroke. “We’ll make you come since you begged so nicely.”
Reaching down, gathering slick from between her thighs as my packmate fucks our Omega, I slide my finger up between her ass cheeks. When I press one thick finger into her tight back hole, I enjoy the whimper that falls from her lips.
“Where’s his finger, baby girl?”
“My ass.” Her reply ends in a whine as I thrust two in deep.
“Gotta stretch you for my dick, sweetheart.”
“Enough stretching,” she growls. “I want to come around your dick, not your fucking finger.”
Lyon and I laugh, but I listen to my Omega, spreading her ass cheeks with one hand while I line myself up with the other. Slowly, I press in, feeling Lyon’s dick filling her pussy to the brim. She’s so incredibly tight like this, I know there’s no way I’m lasting more than a couple of pumps.
By the time I manage to sink in balls deep, I’m sweating and praying for a miracle. Then her hips roll, and I almost lose it. Tired of waiting for us, she’s taking matters into her own hands, fucking herself between us, using our dicks for her own pleasure, and I can’t even be mad about that.
Lyon pulls her left hand up to his mouth and sucks on her mark. Following suit, I lean in and close my lips over the other one, sucking hard. She cries out, her body going taut between us, and we take over, fucking her hard just like she asked.
I’m coming without warning, the rush of pleasure through the bond and her body’s responding tug sending me flying over the edge. Lyon growls moments later, and I know he’s just met his end too.
For long seconds, we lay cuddled up against each other, desperately trying to catch our breath. The nest door opens, and the Alphas walk in, holding bags of food, plates, and a tray of drinks.
“For the record, I almost dropped the entire tray when you fuckers did whatever it was that took her fucking need and multiplied it ten-fold,” Auggie grumbles.
Memphis cuts him a look. “I almost came in my pants, so that was fun.”
Shay giggles, which has Lyon and I joining in. Pretty soon, the entire pack is laughing, and in that moment, life is perfect. I’ve got my brothers and the girl I’ve wanted for longer than I think I ever realized. Our future is right in front of us, and I can’t wait to get started.
Pressing a kiss to the back of her head, I murmur, “I’m curious about one thing, though.”
“Curiosity killed the cat, you know.”
“In this case, I’m wondering if that statement might be more accurate than I can imagine.”
She glares over her shoulder. “What the hell does that mean?”
“I want to know what’s on page fifty-nine.”
August chokes on the swallow of beer he just threw back, telling me he knows exactly what that page contains. I mean, of course he does. He wrote it. Kinky bastard.
Shay’s smirk is absolutely diabolical. “You’re right. Page fifty-nine is an absolute pussy destroyer.”
Lyon snorts.
August groans.
Memphis doesn’t say a word, probably still grossed out that his mom is reading smut.
I pout. “You’re not gonna tell me, are you?”
She shakes her head. “Guess you’ll just have to read it yourself. Aug can get you a copy.”
Our eyes hold for a long moment, her amusement and love flooding the bond.
“I’m so glad you didn’t run, sweetheart,” I whisper into Shay’s ear.
She leans back, briefly pressing her lips against mine before she meets my eyes. “My running shoes are officially retired.”