Chapter 37
Lark
Ispend the rest of the night with Saint. Silas brings us food and checks on me through the door as he places the tray on the floor.
“I’m fine,” I call out.
“He’s not being too rough with you? I can come in if I need to.”
Saint snarls but doesn’t growl, which I take as progress.
“I’m good. I’ll stay tonight. If I’m not down for breakfast, come get me.”
It’s almost like I can feel him waffling in the hallway, trying to decide if he trusts that I’m safe in here. Eventually I hear his heavy footsteps as he walks away.
Graham stops by later to check in. He knocks quietly at the door. “Hey, beautiful. You okay?”
Saint rolls his eyes. “She’s fine, Graham. It’s not like I kidnapped her.”
I bite the inside of my cheek. I mean, he basically kidnapped me.
“I’m good, giant. Missing your face, but I’ll see it tomorrow.”
“Promise?” he says through the door.
“Promise. I love you.”
“I love you, too,” he says.
There’s a pause and then Graham calls out, “Saint.”
Saint’s brows shoot up, surprised that Graham wants to talk to him. “Yeah,” he answers.
“You only get her tonight. Packmates share.”
The look of frustration on Saint’s face has me giggling under my breath. “Yeah,” I whisper. “You need to learn to share.”
He considers this for exactly one second. "I can't wait to share you," he says, waggling his eyebrows.
And there he is. Saint. The real one.
By morning, Saint is calm enough to allow me to leave his room and head upstairs to my own suite.
I shower and wash my hair properly, taking time to dry and style it.
Then I put on a pair of leggings, one of Graham’s East Rock University T-shirts and Silas’ softest, thinnest flannel shirt.
I look like a Nirvana groupie, but I’m comfortable.
Saint’s already in the kitchen and has my latte waiting on the counter. “Extra caffeine. I kept you up.”
I take the cup then lean into his strong chest and give him a kiss. “You did, but I’m not complaining.”
“Enough of that,” Graham says as he enters. “You hogged her all night.”
I chuckle and turn to him. Instead of hugging me like I anticipate, he lifts me and sets me on the counter. Then he steps between my legs, palms my cheek, and leans in. “Morning, beautiful.”
His kiss is claiming. It leaves me breathless. “I missed you,” he whispers.
“I missed you, too,” I say. “But last night was Saint’s. You’ve had plenty of nights with me. He’s only had one.”
Graham kisses my nose. “Whose fault is that? I can’t help if I’m a fast learner and he’s slow.”
“Hey!” Saint protests, but there’s no animosity in it.
Saint presses into my right side, turning my chin so that I’m facing him and not Graham. “I’ve got to go, princess. Can I call you tonight?”
“I would be sad if you didn’t.”
He kisses me. “No promises on timing. It depends on if we have a run.” Then he swats Graham on his shoulder. “Enjoy your time with her. I’ll be hogging her again when I’m off duty.”
“We’ll see about that,” Graham grumbles, shoving Saint out of the way with his elbow. Saint laughs, blows me a kiss, and heads out to the garage.
I stay on the counter, sipping my latte while Graham fills his travel mug with the drip coffee Saint prepped for him and Silas.
“Tell me about the gala.”
He places the lid on his mug before answering. “It’s a fundraising event. The university invites its biggest donors and spends ridiculous money wining and dining them.” He pauses. "I find them excruciating. But it always leads to a significant spike in donations.”
“And they want to recognize your work?”
He returns to his place between my legs. “They do. Finn and I are both being recognized. His pack will be there, too.”
He looks at his watch and sighs. “I have to go. I’m chairing a dissertation defense today and I need to get to the office earlier than usual.” He helps me down from the counter. “Silas will be down soon. He said he’s taking you back to the warehouses today.”
I nod. “Yeah. I’d rather stay here all day, but I need to meet with the insurance guy, talk to the building’s owner, and check on a few other things.”
“Be safe.” He bends to kiss my nose. I watch him leave. The kitchen feels too big without my alphas there to keep me company.
I decide to hunt for Silas when I hear his footsteps on the stairs. I wait patiently for him to round the corner. When he does I notice the shadows under his eyes and the tightness around his mouth.
“Hey.”
He blinks at me from across the room. “Hey,” he says. “I half convinced myself Saint would keep you holed up in his room all day.”
I shrug. “He’s feeling better today. Besides, I’ve got too much to do to lounge in bed all morning.
I walk to the machine and pour him a mug of coffee. “You look like you need this,” I say, handing him the cup.
He nods, gratefully, as he takes the mug from my hand. “That bad?”
“You're always handsome to me," I say. "But right now you look like someone who didn't sleep.”
Silas’ eyes close in satisfaction as he savors the first sip. “I didn’t. Ended up down here. Making a few things for your heat. Soups, snacks. That stuff.”
“What? Why?”
He chuckles. “We’ll need to eat, little bird.”
I place my palm against his hard chest. “But why last night?”
He puts the coffee mug on the counter and wraps his arms around me. “Saint's alpha wasn't the only one going a little crazy yesterday."
He looks at his coffee mug. "I knew you weren't hurt. I could smell you were okay. But I still wanted to be near you." He pauses. "It was difficult, giving him that time."
He says it simply. No drama.
“I’m sorry,” I say, tilting my head back for a kiss. “I should have realized.”
His kisses taste like whiskey and coffee. I moan against his mouth.
“You make me want to skip out on life today and stay here snuggled next to you.”
“Is that all you want, little bird?”
A familiar heat coils in my stomach. “Sooner we get there, sooner we’re back,” I whisper.
He kisses my forehead. “Go get your shoes on.”
My business at the warehouse takes much longer than I hoped. The insurance agent was late. The fire marshal returned to ask additional questions, and the building owner argued that I was still responsible for maintaining the lease even though there was no longer a usable building.
By the time Silas and I return to the house, we are both exhausted. “Shower and nap?” I ask.
“Perfect,” he says.
He stops on the second-floor landing to kiss me. “See you in a few hours?”
What the hell? He thought I meant shower and nap alone?
Disappointed, I trudge up the rest of the stairs. I sulk the entire time I’m in the shower. Boss Bitch Lark does not sulk.
I sulk anyway.
Is it the nest thing? Surely he’s over that now that Saint and I have figured some things out.
Cammie’s voice rings in my mind. What would Boss Bitch Lark do?
I grin. Boss Bitch Lark doesn’t take no for an answer.
Once I’ve scrubbed off the dust and grime from the crumpled warehouse, I throw on a pair of plum-colored shorty pajamas. Then I slip into my fuzziest house shoes and sneak back down the stairs. When I get to the end of the hall, I pause. I’ve been waiting for this. Wanting it for too long now.
I straighten my shoulders then turn the doorknob and walk in. The blinds are down and the room is nearly pitch black.
Silas’ eyes pop open before I can click the door shut behind me. He sits up fast. “Lark. Are you okay?”
He throws his covers back and kicks his legs over to the side of the bed. Before he can get up, I’m standing in front of him. My hand lands on his shoulder.
“I’m fine. I just wanted to come see you.”
He relaxes, and then, slowly, he leans forward until his head rests against my belly. “Come see me anytime, little bird.”
I run my fingers through his hair. “Can I nap here?”
He shifts, pulling me into the bed beside him. “Yes.” His voice is rough. He tucks me beside his body and kisses my neck. Then hugs me tight and—Oh. My. God. Is he planning to sleep?
I place my palm against his cheek. “Silas Caron, are you seriously going to sleep when I’m right here?”
He flinches. “You want—”
I don’t let him finish. I turn in his arms and press my lips against his. He hesitates and then opens to me. Our tongues clash together. He’s waited for this, too. Wanted to ensure our pack was secure before going further. But I’m tired of waiting.
“Yes, now—” I grunt, pushing him to his back so I can straddle his hips. When I’m on top, I lean over and turn on the bedside lamp. It’s too bright, so I toss my pajama top over it, casting the room into dusky light. It spills over his massive chest and tattoos. My mouth waters.
“There,” I say, looking down at my mountain man. “I want to see everything. Your tattoos. Your body. Your face when you enter me. Everything.”
He blinks at my dominance. I know that one command from him would have me trembling, But my alpha would never do that to me. Besides, judging by the feel of his dick, he likes it when I’m bossy.
I grind against his hard length. “You feel good.”
His hips roll into mine. “You have too many clothes on,” he groans. His hands move to my waist band. The tips of his fingers skirt along my stomach, making me gasp, and then he rips the thin cotton, tearing it right down the seams.
My eyes go wide.
“I’ll buy you new ones,” he says.
I lift to my knees so he can rip them the rest of the way. And soon, we’re skin to delicious skin.
“Lark, baby. Let me make this good for you,” he rumbles as I slide up and down his hard length.
“No. I need you. It’s been too long.”
“Fuck, little bird. You make it hard to say no.”
“Good,” I lean over and kiss him, lifting my hips a little as I do. “I’m tired of you saying no.”
His rigid cock naturally aligns itself to my entrance. I notch the fat head of his cock at my entrance and sink down slowly. The stretch is intense. Silas’ cock is built like the rest of him. Thick.
Inch after thick inch forces my walls open until I’m seated fully, panting. My body starts to rock. Slow and tentative at first, but then more assured.
“Silas—” I gasp.
“Fuck, baby girl.” His hips match the rhythm I set.
Silas’ whiskey and honey scent floods the room until I’m drunk on it. My movements that were once so confident are sloppy. Desperate for him.
Silas rolls us. Then he pulls out of me.
“No, please!” I make grabby hands toward his dick. “Knot!”
“Not yet. Daddy wants to see that pretty pussy first.”
Slick rushes from me. So much it soaks the sheets.
“Lark,” Silas chokes. “You’re killing me.”
Silas spreads me wide and devours me. Long, hungry licks through my slick, then sucks my clit hard enough to make my back bow. Two thick fingers plunge inside me, curling ruthlessly. My thighs clench. He knows what I like and I’m flying within seconds.
“Silas, yes, that’s—”
“Look at this greedy little hole twitching for daddy,” he growls.
When the waves of pleasure start to subside, he flips me.
“Present for your alpha!”
My arms go wide. My hips rise. I have never wanted to follow a command more in my life.
Silas runs his fingers up my slit, gathering slick. Then he pushes my ass cheeks apart and rubs circles around that sensitive spot, until I’m rocking against him.
“Do you want daddy to finger your pretty little ass while he fucks you?” His thumb enters, stretching me just enough to send spasms of pleasure through my body.
I rock back. “Yes, daddy.”
“Good girl,” he says, leaning forward to kiss my low back. And then he’s inside me. That deliciously thick cock, stretching me tight. His finger works at one end while his dick spears me until my toes curl.
“Bite me,” I scream as I rock back into him. “When you knot me, I want your bite.”
He slams his hips against me. “We should wait,” he says. “For your heat.”
“No, alpha! Now! I’m done waiting.”
“Lark,” he pants, still snapping his hips hard against my ass. “Don’t you want us all at the same time?”
I groan into the mattress. It’s hard to think straight when he’s working me like this. I unscramble my brain just enough to answer him.
I go still. He's still moving, still working me.
"Silas."
He slows.
"You always put yourself last." I reach back and find his hand. "For this, I want you to be first."
And then I do what I do best.
Boss Bitch Lark.
I pull his hand to my mouth, licking his palm before sinking my teeth in. The coppery taste of blood coats my tongue, but it’s soon overwhelmed by the internal tickle of something else. It’s soft at first, like a feather brushing against my skin. Then stronger.
Silas’ love.
For me.
It floods my body until I’m writhing beneath him, my core clutching hard, begging for his knot.
With an animalistic growl, Silas plunges his thick knot deep inside, stretching me wider and wider until it finally lodges inside. Then he lifts my body so that my back is flush against his chest.
He nuzzles his face into my neck. The scrape of his beard. His teeth sink into my neck and white-hot pleasure explodes through me. The bond snaps into place like lightning. His love, his need, his possessiveness flooding my chest while his knot pulses and swells even bigger inside me.
“Silas—” His name tears out of me.
“Lark—” he gasps against my bond mark. “I love you.”
“I—love—you—too.” I repeat as my body trembles against his.
We collapse to the mattress. I’m wrecked. Silas rolls us, then pulls my hair away from my neck and kisses my ear before tending to my bond mark. A purr starts in his chest. Low. Continuous. Each touch sends little flickers of pleasure down my spine, causing me to clench hard onto his knot.
“Fuck, little bird. You make me feel so… complete.”
My chest breaks open a little. Silas Caron, who has been complete for everyone else his whole life. He needed me too.
I turn my face. “Kiss me,” I demand.
“Always,” he whispers.
Silas doesn’t let me out of his arms for the rest of the night. I’d heard pack alphas get territorial the first time they knot their omega, but I didn’t think it would be this intense.
Just like last night, I sit in my alpha’s lap while brushing my teeth, and shower while clinging to him. At least tonight my hair’s clean. No repeat of the shampoo disaster.
I hear Graham come upstairs around six. His footsteps pass his room and stop outside of Silas’ door. Unlike yesterday, he doesn’t knock or say anything.
“He’s respecting the hierarchy,” Silas murmurs in my ear.
“I hope he’s okay. I promised I’d spend time with him tonight.”
Silas kisses my bond mark. Pleasure runs down my spine. “He’ll be fine. It’s tough, but you won’t die from it. Believe me, I know from experience.”
I turn to face him. “Did you suffer, alpha?” I pout.
He smacks my ass. “Don’t tease me, omega, or I’ll show you just how hard it was knowing you were with my packmates and not with me.”
“I love when you show me how hard it is.” My voice drops.
“In that case.” He rolls us so he’s on top. And just like that, I stop thinking entirely.