Chapter 41 Mona #6
But then Cal’s rough palms grab hold of my hips, pulling my ass back until I’m presenting for him like an offering.
His hands slide up my sides, tracing the curve of my waist, his big hands holding my ribs, then cupping my breasts from behind, thumbs circling my hardened nipples until I’m arching back against him, the whimper caught in my throat.
He teasingly drags his cock between my upper thighs, the steel length of him burning a trail of need.
When he finally pushes into me, the stretch makes me gasp.
His lips find my spine, and he licks and kisses a path to my nape until his teeth graze my shoulder just as he bottoms out, letting out a satisfied grunt.
Sam rocks up into Ingrid, and up close like this, my eyes fixed on her face, I get to witness her every expression—the way her velvet tawny lips part on a gasp, eyes squeezing shut, the way her dark lashes flutter as he fills her.
A bead of sweat trickles down her sternum.
Her round, full breasts bounce hypnotically with each thrust, nipples pebbled and begging for attention.
Between her spread thighs, I watch, mesmerized, as Sam’s thick cock disappears inside her, emerging slick and glistening, then back in again, balls throbbing, while Cal drives into me from behind, feeding the clenching need inside me.
I’ve never done it before, but something makes me reach between their legs and grab hold of Sam’s swelling knot.
His answering growl—deep and feral—vibrates through the room as his rhythm intensifies, drawing desperate, keening sounds from Ingrid’s throat.
The power over their pleasure is fucking intoxicating.
So I do it again, gripping his knot tight in my fist, twisting beneath Ingrid, where they’re joined, rolling his heavy balls between my other fingers, feeling them tighten at my touch.
When his movements grow erratic, hips stuttering, I focus my attention on Ingrid.
Leaning closer, I lap at her pussy, tongue circling her swollen clit before drawing it between my lips.
I graze it with the barest edge of teeth, feeling her body jerk and tremble, then suck and flick my tongue in wicked patterns that make her thighs quake, her hands fly to my hair, gripping tight enough to hurt.
And when I hum, sending vibrations straight to her core, her pleasure spikes, and Sam works her down onto his knot, roaring with his release. I keep sucking and humming, drunk on the taste of them, then work my finger in alongside Sam’s knot, feeling her silken heat stretch around us both.
“Oh, fuck, yes!” Sam’s voice breaks as I slip in a second finger, his hips jerking involuntarily.
I curl both fingers upward, finding her g-spot.
She shatters beautifully—spine arching as she cries out my name.
Her release floods my eager mouth, and I lap up every drop of both of them as they spill together, dripping out of her tight cunt.
The echo of her orgasm ignites my own. Behind me, Cal’s breath comes hot against my neck as he grips my hips with bruising intensity.
Like all betas, he has a smaller knot than an alpha, and though I’m not an omega and shouldn’t really take it, we are chosen mates, not just pack—I buck my hips back and he shoves in, making my vision blur at the edges, stars exploding behind my eyes.
When his hand comes around my waist and his fingers find my clit, my alpha pussy clenches around his knot, inner walls squeezing and fluttering, and he roars.
We come together, like wildfire sweeping through brush, hot and fast and devastating.
His growl vibrates through me as he holds me tight, like I’m worth something, like he can’t bear to let go.
On my hands and knees, my head drops to Sam’s knee while I’m panting through the aftershocks. Ingrid’s hand comes to my head, scratching around my ear, and I almost feel like crying.
Eventually Cal softens, pulling out with deliberate slowness that makes me shiver.
He presses his lips to my shoulder, lingering there with a tenderness I’m still getting used to, before helping me to stand on trembling legs.
I pull Ingrid off Sam’s lap and carry her into the bathroom.
Under the warm spray of the shower, she basks in languid sweetness while I wash her body, my hands pausing on the taut skin of her pregnant belly.
Mona told me her mother-in-law knew just by looking at her what they were carrying.
I know it isn’t possible that this baby is biologically mine, but I like to think some part of me is in there, too.
It doesn’t matter either way. The baby belongs to all of us, and that knowledge settles in my heart, making my protective alpha pulse with pride.
We towel off and make our way back into the nest, Sam turning on the TV—I don’t even know a single shifter back in Silent Peak who owned a TV, let alone watched one, but apparently, this is how they relax—and Ingrid crawls in beside him, nestling with her head against his chest. Her damp curls make his skin glisten, but he doesn’t seem to mind.
She reaches out for me while Cal runs to get snacks—I honestly don’t know how we ended up a fated pack, we really don’t have that much in common.
I stand awkwardly at the edge of the bed, Sam’s eyes crinkling at the corners, Ingrid giggling and throwing a pillow at my head, eyeing me expectantly.
“Come on, Andrea. I believe in you. It’s called relaxing. You’re aware of the concept,” she teases, and something in my chest loosens.
So, I crawl into bed at Ingrid’s feet, pressing my thumbs into her arch.
She moans with relief, and Cal slides in behind her with a bowl of popcorn, and they chatter about some movie they watched while I was gone.
Cal’s finger taps her hip when trying to make a point, and Ingrid talks with her hands.
Sam periodically pipes in while flipping through the channels.
And… it’s nice. Normal and relaxed. Easy in a way I didn’t know things could be.
Most shifters avoid technology, but this pack—the entire clan, really—seems to have developed a strange affinity for human conveniences.
They aren't big on phones. They don’t email or have computers.
They don't like fancy tech that beeps and demands attention.
But they love TV. And electric cars because of how fast they go without exhaust fumes.
And Ingrid owns an e-reader. I didn't even know what that was until she showed me. She has a thousand paperbacks stored in that little thing. I didn’t know if I was supposed to be impressed or unsettled.
Eventually, Ingrid's attention swings back to me. “So, you going to tell me where you went instead of that cryptic bullshit where you had to—” she makes finger quotes, “run an errand?”
I wince, focusing on the pressure points of her heel, feeling guilty—a new emotion for me. “I’m… sorry. I suppose I should have said more.”
She hums. “You think?” I press my thumb into her arch, and she moans into Sam’s chest, then pins me with a lazy glare.
“For the record, I forgive you. I know you’re bossy and are used to keeping shit to yourself.
Been that way since we met. But you’re in a pack now, love.
So…” She nudges my thigh with her other foot.
So… open up. Share. That’s what she means. It’s so foreign, having people to lean on like this.
“I had… business to take care of.” I hedge.
I don’t want to taint our perfect evening with the details of what happened when I finally caught up with Stance.
I should feel guilty for killing him, but I don’t.
Which is why I’m hesitant to tell them where I was.
Sam might play at dominance, but these wolves here don’t know what real power looks like in a clan as large as my old one.
I’m afraid if they knew what I’m capable of, they’d run.
My scent must change because Ingrid’s eyes soften with worry. Sam’s muscle twitches along his jawline while Cal leans across the bed and squeezes my shoulder gently. Looking at them—my pack—I feel my walls crumble even further.
After what Ingrid and Sam survived in the silo, I know I have no right to assume they can’t handle my darkness. So, I confess where I’ve been. Explaining who Stance was, how I've been tracking him through sources over the last several months, finding him, and what I did next.
And I should have known better. I’m almost ashamed I kept it a secret because they don’t judge me at all.
Cal’s eyes flash with something primal. He lunges forward, wrapping me in a crushing hug that knocks the air from my lungs.
His lips brush my ear, teeth grazing sensitive skin as he growls, “Your alpha energy is really fucking hot.”
Ingrid hums in agreement, and it makes my cheeks burn. Knowing I’m getting embarrassed, she changes the subject and asks with a bright smile, “And you got to see Mona?”
I roll my eyes. “Yes. And her tiny little red-ball baby. She’s almost as annoying as Mona is.”
Ingrid snorts, then kicks my leg. “Be nice!”
I laugh. “I’m kidding. She’s a cute kid.
Kinda creepy though… she’s part-witch, and since Tali is there—” I don’t have to explain who Tali is—they met her briefly when the Ashland Pack came to visit on their cross-country road trip several months ago.
Tali is standoffish, but she’s serious about teaching Mona’s daughter—with her lineage, the kid has the potential to become one of the most powerful beings on earth. In history, even.
I shudder. “The kid’s learning magic before she can even talk.” I shrug dismissively, but deep down, I know I owe everything to the Moon Goddess and her chosen Sages. It’s because of them—Lily, with her Mate Finder abilities and Mona being a Seeker—that I found my pack at all.
Mona and I talk on the phone fairly regularly, and when I realized I was headed to Jersey tracking Stance, not far from Silent Peak, I figured a quick trip to say hi and meet her kid wouldn’t be so bad.
Mona grew on me, and I love the brat. But her baby is still part-witch and her eyes glow unnaturally, and as nice as it was to visit my old stomping grounds and hug my best friend, I was more than ready to come home.
As I grab Ingrid’s other foot, a memory comes to mind. I wonder if this is the moment in Lily’s vision. Me, reverently rubbing my pregnant mate’s foot, with an annoyed look on my face. Sam and Cal holding her close. Feeling happier and lighter than I ever have in my entire life.
Cal drags me up the bed and into his arms so Ingrid and I can cuddle into each other, the men at our backs.
Cal kisses my neck, his lips lingering just below my ear where my pulse thrums steadily.
His touch is gentle but sure, his hands never hesitating when they reach for me.
The steady rhythm of his breathing against my back grounds me in a way I never expected to need.
And somehow, without fanfare or declaration, he’s wormed his way into my heart just like the rest of them. I like being held by him, with Ingrid’s warm weight in my arms, her pregnant belly between us.
It feels like being in love.
It feels like being home.
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