CHAPTER SIXTEEN
I ’m relieved when Titus offers to let building management know what happened and drive my car back to their pack house for me. I don’t think I’d be able to get my hands to stop shaking well enough to drive on my own. I’m in the backseat, wedged between Archie and Matteo, while Ollie drives and Simon rides shotgun.
Just the memory of how my home looked when I got there makes me feel sick to my stomach. When I brought Reggie home for the first time—
“Oh fuck! Reggie!” I hadn’t seen him anywhere while we were searching the apartment and I feel like a shitty cat owner for not having thought of him sooner.
My words make everyone in the car jump, and Ollie glances at me in the rear-view mirror. “The cat?”
“I didn’t see him at all when we were at my place! What if he got lost?” I scramble to get my phone out of my pocket, then let out a sigh of relief when I see my neighbor texted me, telling me she just found him wandering the halls.
“Oh thank god,” I sigh, my head resting back against the headrest. “My neighbor, Mrs. Heisman has him.”
I send her a quick text thanking her and asking if she minds having him overnight, letting her know someone broke into my apartment and I have to stay somewhere else for the time being. After she agrees, I put my phone down, looking up at my alphas. “You guys don’t mind having a cat around, right?”
“As long as they’re surly assholes who hate pools, I’m very open to cats.” Archie winks, grabbing my knee. Heat shoots through my leg at his touch, I find myself perfuming at the contact. The car lets out a collective groan as my scent fills the area.
“ Tesoro mio , you like it when your beta touches you?” Mattie’s light italian accent lilts in my ear, sending a shiver straight to my clit.
“It seems like the answer to that is yes, Mattie.” Archie gives a devilish grin and slowly slides his hand up higher, making my breath hitch. “You’ve just been through a horrible ordeal and you’re wound so tight . We can help relax you, CJ. Do you want that?”
The car floods with alpha pheromones, telling me that everyone is listening, and they are all just as turned on by this as I am. Bourbon, caramel, peppermint, chocolate, coffee, and hazelnut invade my senses, turning the heat on my clit up to eleven.
“No sex in the back seat,” Simon chokes out, and Ollie rolls his eyes in the rear view mirror.
“It’s probably not safe to have sex, but other things are totally on the table.” He grins, and Simon groans.
“We’re not neanderthals,” Simon mutters. “You can at least wait until you get her into a proper bed.”
“Aw, come on Sy,” Ollie grins. “Our girl is in need. You’re going to deny her?”
Simon audibly swallows before turning around and glancing at me. “I wouldn’t dream of it.”
With that, I swallow roughly, turning towards Matteo. His tan skin is in perfect contrast to his deep green eyes, his brown hair disheveled in a way I’m pretty sure is uncommon for him, but the stress of the last hour got him, just as did the rest of us.
“On one condition.” My voice is barely a whisper.
“And what condition would that be, little omega?” Matteo’s rough voice asks.
“What does tesoro mio mean?”
The corner of his lips turns up as he places a finger under my chin. “My treasure.” With that, his lips meet mine, the taste of his caramel bourbon scent melting on my tongue as his dances with mine. He kisses me like he wants to consume me, like he’s the only thing I’ll ever think about again.
I’m acutely aware of Archie’s hands roving up and down my thighs while Matteo’s hand grips the back of my neck, plundering my mouth.
A gasp leaves me when Archie’s hand slips into the front of my pants and finds my soaking wet center.
“Oh, fuck, sweet girl,” Archie groans, swiping his fingers through my folds.
“How wet is she?” Ollie’s voice sounds from in front of us, his voice full of lust.
I should feel self conscious about being touched in front of everyone, shouldn't I? But I don’t. In fact, all I feel is regret that they can’t join us.
“So fucking wet, brother,” Archie’s mouth finds my neck as he finds my clit, drawing a whine from me and I hear Simon let out a strangled groan.
Matteo’s hand covers my breast, massaging gently while he fucks my mouth with his tongue. I’ve never been with more than one man before, hell, I’ve hardly been with a man. Two or three fumbling encounters in high school does not a sex expert make.
The sensations are all so overwhelming, I can hardly keep track of what’s happening where. Suddenly, my face is being turned, and I’m kissing Archie. Sweet, intimate kisses full of longing quickly turn to playful nips and tugs on my bottom lip before his tongue soothes the abused spot. He continues his ministrations on my clit, while Matteo takes over the empty spot on my neck, licking up a stripe as he reaches into my shirt and tweaks my nipple.
“Mattie!” My lips break from Archie’s just long enough to cry at the sharp sensation in my breast before he swallows my moans again. Mattie chuckles into my throat.
“ Tesoro mio , I never wish to be called another name with you. Only Mattie.” He hums, then says, “Or alpha.”
I whimper my agreement as Archie takes my bottom lip lightly between his teeth, and pinches my clit.
My scream of release echoes throughout the car and I swear we swerve a little, Simon muttering, “Shit, Ollie. Eyes on the road.”
My eyes blink open as my orgasm dies down, and I give Archie and Mattie a shy grin despite one of them still has their fingers in my pussy and one of my nipples is out.
“That was beautiful Tink,” Ollie says as he glances up at me in the rearview mirror.
Simon’s eyes are heated as he looks at me before turning forward again, and Mattie presses a kiss to my temple. “Feeling better, tesoro mio ?”
“Much,” I admit, my cheeks flushing as Archie removes his hand from my pants and sticks one of his fingers in his mouth, his eyes rolling to the back of his head as he groans.
“Mattie, you gotta taste this,” Archie says, holding his other finger in front of my face. With a smirk, Mattie leans forward and wraps his lips around Archie’s still soaking finger, licking the slick straight off of it. I’m so wet I wouldn’t be surprised if slick was leaking out of my jeans and onto the seat of the car.
“The most delicious dessert,” Mattie purrs, “one that I fully intend to sample from the source at some point.” Seeing the head alpha wrap his lips around his beta’s finger to taste me is a sight so erotic, I’m not sure I’ll ever recover.
That sends another shiver through me, and holy fuck what is wrong with me? Since when do I slick through jeans and let people finger me in the backseat of a moving vehicle?
“We’re here!” Ollie says happily, putting the car into park.
“Oh my god,” I gasp, leaning over Archie’s lap to look out the window. A white, spanish hacienda style home greets us, but it’s far larger than anything I had imagined. It’s big enough to be considered an estate, and Archie helps me out of the car while everyone else gets out. I’m still staring at it when the sound of another vehicle has my head turning,
Titus pulls up in my beat-up red sedan. “How did he get done so fast?” I ask, looking at Ollie.
He gives me a sheepish look and scratches the back of his head. “I may have taken a loop or two around the block so you could…finish.”
My cheeks flush red as I shake my head, giving him a playful slap on the arm. “I knew you’d be trouble.”
“This car is a safety hazard,” Titus grumbles, getting out of my car. “When was the last time you got it serviced?”
“Just ignore him,” Ollie stage whispers.
“Umm… I honestly couldn’t tell you.” I grimace, knowing I haven’t been taking care of my car as well as I should have been.
Titus’ frown deepens. “I’m going to take it to my guy, okay? Not today, but some time this week. I don’t want you driving it until it’s been declared safe.”
Looking down at the ground, I feel ashamed suddenly. Are they going to think I’m incompetent, or that I can’t take care of myself? This is so unlike me. My omega instincts are at war with the security measures I’ve put in place to protect myself. Cady from three days ago wants to let it roll of her shoulders and say fuck this guy. But my omega? She wants our alpha to be proud of us, not think we’re stupid.
A second later, a finger is under my chin lifting my face up. It’s Titus. “Hey, none of that, gorgeous.” His thumb traces my cheek. “I’m just a grumpy bastard who needs to feel in control. You can tell me to go fuck off any time you like. You’ve been on your own for a little bit now, but you don’t have to bear it all by yourself anymore okay? We’re each going to have different ways we want to take care of you, and mine is making sure you’re safe at all costs…even if I’m a bit overbearing at times.”
I blink, not even realizing I had a tear in my eye until now. “I don’t want you to fuck off.” I shake my head. “Thank you…for looking out for me.”
Titus only gives me a brief, tentative smile, before turning around and pulling out his phone, presumably to call his car guy.
Ollie turns to me, a big, goofy smile on his face. “Do you want to see the nest?”
***
“It’s so pretty, “ my mouth drops open, “how do you guys have this already?” I’m in awe of the nest, which is on the second floor of the house, and is decorated in soft, pastel colors with every kind of plush blanket or pillow I can imagine. Twinkle lights hang from the ceiling, lighting up they soft blue walls, and there’s a white desk in the corner, ready for a laptop to set up. The bed is circular, with raised edges so it almost looks like a birds nest, and certainly big enough to fit all six of us.
“We may have subconsciously started buying things for it after we scented you the first time,” Mattie admits, wrapping an arm around my shoulder. “If we were out and saw something, we’d grab it, not really thinking about why. It wasn’t until last week we realized that we have a whole closet full of nest items, and an omega we were going to meet. So we put it all together. It won’t hurt our feelings if you want to move things around or if you don’t like something. Just let us know and we’ll replace it.
“No,” I shake my head, wandering over to the desk. “I love everything, it’s perfect. I haven’t had a nest in years.”
“Why is that, sweetheart?” Simon asks, sidling up next to me.
“Oh you know, trauma and all that. Part of suppressing my omega nature.” I swallow roughly.
“You don’t have to tell us anything until you’re ready.” Simon nuzzles my cheek sweetly.
“Thank you for understand—Hey!” I cry out, spotting a cup of pens on my desk, then turn to look around at my alphas, “These are my pens!” I’d recognize the promotional pen from my favorite author, N.K. Joone anywhere. Add in my pink puffball pen that went missing a month ago, there's no way this is a coincidence.
“Ah, that would be me,” Archie raises his hand sheepishly and steps forward. “I may have gotten into a bad habit of stealing your pens to ummm…hoard your scent.” The way his face turns red is absolutely adorable. “I figured I should give them back, though admittedly I thought we’d have more time before showing you this room.”
A laugh bursts out of me, and I wrap my arms around his neck, pressing a kiss to his lips.
“That is simultaneously both the weirdest and sweetest thing I’ve ever heard.”
Archie chuckles. “I live to serve.”