Chapter 37
Teddy
Brennan and Mav finally get to the apartment when we’re serving up dinner. Dove has that freshly fucked look to her, and I can’t help but preen a little when both alpha’s nostrils flare upon entering.
Yep. It smells like me, Ethan, Dove, and sex.
I can see it in the way their eyes linger on Wren, dressed in nothing but one of Ethan’s t-shirts and a pair of panties—they’re jealous. But they know better than to say anything, so they wordlessly grab plates and help themselves to the spaghetti before sitting at the kitchen table with us.
“How did your errand go?” Wren asks sweetly, looking at Maverick like he hung the moon.
He smiles, the corners of his eyes wrinkling. “It went very well, Baby Girl. In fact, now that it’s done, I can tell you what I was doing.”
Huh. Very curious.
Her brows furrow. “You couldn’t tell me before?”
“Well,” he runs a hand through his hair, “I didn’t want to get your hopes up if it didn’t work out, but we have a witness that will testify if it comes down to it.”
A witness?
“Who?” She frowns. “My parents can’t know who it is, it’ll just put them in danger—”
“Freida,” he says gently, “and we’ve already relocated her.”
Her face falters. Her expression twists, and tears well in her eyes.
We all exchange a look, and Maverick reaches a hand out. “Baby Girl—”
“Freida?” her voice chokes out. “She…she stood up for me?”
Brennan gives her a gentle smile. “She did. She wanted proof that you were being well taken care of before she helped as well.”
“Where is she now?” she asks, a slight panic taking over her voice. “What about her son? He’s all she has—”
“Shhh, Baby Girl, it’s okay,” Maverick soothes. “We took them to our guy who gets people across the Canadian border. They’re on their way now. She knows she’ll have to come back for a trial if it comes to that, but for now, we have her video-recorded testimony to add to our blackmail folder.”
“So we can call my parents?” She perks up, looking around the table. “We can finally get this over with and start our life together?”
“We can do it first thing tomorrow,” Maverick nods. “After we clean up here, let’s pack up and move to my place. I have enough room for everyone to sleep.”
“Can’t we call them now?” she hedges, shifting in her seat. “I mean, it’s just a phone call, right?”
“We could…” Maverick says slowly, “but then we’d risk them finding Freida before they make it out. Even if the chances are low, I want to wait until they cross the border.”
Dove worries her bottom lip before nodding. “You’re right. We should wait.”
Maverick smiles. “Good girl. Now…anyone care to explain why it smells like a threesome in here?” There’s a glint of mischief in his eyes, and Wren flushes, but doesn’t look away.
“Because there was one?” she offers, and Ethan chuckles.
“Little Bird did so well, she let me fuck her throat while Teddy took her pussy.”
I watch with glee as her little mouth drops open.
“Yep, looked just like that.” I wink as she lets out a sound of indignation.
“You shouldn’t talk like that at the dinner table,” she hisses at Ethan.
“Why not?” He shrugs. “You’ve officially achieved your goal of having sex with each of us before your heat hits, I’d say we’re open to a whole new world of possibilities.”
“I’d have to say I agree,” Brennan grins, eyeing our omega. “Now that you’ve been able to explore a little more, we have so many options.”
My girl flushes, her face the prettiest pink color.
Maverick only smirks. “I guess we’ll have to explore them when we get to my place.”
Maverick’s house is only ten minutes from my place, so we’re walking through the front door by eight in the evening.
“Woah, Maverick, your home is so nice!” Wren gapes, her eyes wide as she walks in the front door.
I snort. “Dove, did you forget that you grew up in a literal mansion?”
She sticks her tongue out at me. “No. But that was lonely. This house looks so nice and cozy.”
Oddly enough, I know exactly what she means.
While the mansion she grew up in was laden with marble floors and chandeliers, Maverick’s home is modern, but still has homey touches throughout. A blanket hanging on the back of his couch. Photos line the walls, the drywall painted an inviting sage green.
“Maverick,” Wren gushes, rushing to walls and admiring the painting of a cabin in a forest, “you have such incredible taste.”
Brennan snorts, and Maverick shoots him a death glare.
“What?” She tilts her head.
Brennan tries to hold back his laugh, but fails. He turns to Maverick. “Are you going to tell her, or should I?”
“Tell me what?” Her voice is anxious.
“Fuck you, Brennan,” Maverick mutters, before turning to her. “I didn’t pick out any of this. I went to a furniture store, looked at the staging areas, and picked one of the setups from there.”
“That’s…mildly amusing.” Ethan chuckles.
“And fuck you too, Ethan,” Maverick snaps.
“Aw, don’t be too ‘ard on ‘im, Dove.” I grin, throwing my arm around Maverick’s shoulders. “We can’t all be interior design geniuses.”
“And lastly, fuck you, Theodore.” My mouth drops open in indignation.
“‘Ow dare you.”
“Now, now, boys,” Dove jumps in, wrapping her arms around Maverick’s middle and propping her chin on his chest. “I don’t care that you picked it out from a furniture store, because you still picked it out, even if you didn’t pick each of the individual pieces.
In fact…” she eyes the couch. “Can we take all this when we go to Starbrook City?”
His eyes actually soften. “Of course we can, Baby Girl.”
“Can I…can I see your room?” He gives her a gentle as fuck smile as he leads her upstairs, and I stay behind with Ethan and Brennan.
“So,” I drawl, hiking my bag over my shoulder. “Since Mr. Interior Designer is busy showing our omega her new nest for the time being, does anyone know where the guest rooms are?”
Though, now that I think about it, I’m not sure Dove would be happy with us not sleeping with her.
Brennan confirms my notion. “You think she’s gonna let us get away with not sleeping together?”
Ethan smirks. “Not a chance. But we should at least have a separate space for our stuff.”
“Here,” Brennan leads us up the stairs, showing us down a hallway. “There’s two bedrooms down there—”
A sharp cry sounds from a bedroom at the other end of the hall.
“And that,” he smirks, “would be the master bedroom.”
“I’m surprised she’s still up for anything,” Ethan remarks, even as he adjusts himself in his pants. Fucker is one to talk. He got to come inside our omega twice today and just the sounds of her cries is enough to get him hard again.
“Are…are we sure she isn’t having heat spikes?” Brennan frowns suddenly, looking down towards Maverick’s bedroom.
“I haven’t noticed any fevers—that’s the tell-tale sign, right?” Ethan rubs the back of his neck. “I mean, she’s been warm, sure, but that’s to be expected when doing…what we’ve been doing.”
“She ‘asn’t asked for a knot,” I add, and he frowns. “Wot?”
“Well, earlier, she wanted mine,” Ethan admits.
“Mine too,” Brennan tilts his head thoughtfully. “But that by itself isn’t what constitutes a heat spike.”
It’s then I notice that the cries of pleasure have died down, but then…the sound of a distressed-as-fuck omega whine breaks through.
An instinctual need to find my mate and protect her takes over.
Everything freezes for a split second, and then we’re dropping our bags, sprinting towards the bedroom.