47. Everette
Everette
This is not an interaction I want to be a part of tonight. And it certainly isn't one I want my omega to be a part of. Not with the postcard I know is tucked into her back pocket and the weight of this moment.
Before she has time to linger too long or realize who occupies the space behind the booth, I lace my fingers with Opal's and steal her attention. "Let's go, sweet girl." Passing the others, we make eye contact, hoping Sage also realizes why we're avoiding the detour for stationary supplies.
The fire seems to grow in size the closer we get, and despite the situation, I nearly laugh. It really is huge this year; comically so.
"Do you have something you're putting in the fire? A wish you're sending to the stars?"
Taking the perfect opportunity to be a little cheesy, I pull her into my side.
"All my wishes have already come true now that I have you.
" And they have. Cheesy, I may be. A liar, I am not.
"Buttt…." I reach to pull something from an inner pocket of my jacket.
"I do have something that I want to add this year. Top secret, though."
"Alright, alright. You keep your secrets," she says with a playful tone, poking my chest.
Opening my mouth to respond, I feel the energy before he materializes.
Our pack lead steps forward from the crowd, all wide shoulders and broad chest. The second Opaline senses him, she's flying out of my arms and into his as he picks her up and wraps her around him effortlessly.
"There you are! You're here at just the right time.
We're about to partake in the tradition. "
He smiles, eyes and attention completely absorbed into the perfect omega in his arms. "You didn't think I would miss the best part, did you, babygirl?"
Even from here, I can hear her sigh that screams 'I'm disgustingly in love'.
As if the universe knows exactly what's scribbled on the paper in my hand, Adrian also materializes out of thin fucking air, nearly making me jump as his warmth hits my side.
"Hey, sweetheart. Are you having fun tonight?
" That's still taking some time to get used to: the sweet pet names outside of our shared secret moments.
The light from the flames dances across his handsome face, and I'm so mesmerized by his rugged beauty that I forget to respond.
He laughs as my eyes trace every inch of the perfection that is Adrian, the ultimate alpha. Everything about him draws me in.
The wish folded between us spills my secret desires when it comes to this man.
Because it isn't Opaline I need to wish to the heavens for.
She's mine. My perfect, sweet omega. My claim to her is coming soon.
I have no doubts or reservations. It's Adrian I need the heavens' assistance and guidance with.
I have questions, doubts, insecurities, and many other chaotic emotions when it comes to him.
"Hey…" His eyes narrow slightly, body turning into me, blocking out the rest of the world. "I'm here, Rett. I'm right here, with you. I'm not going anywhere. Okay?"
I manage a nod and a half-assed smile as I fight to hide the sudden emotion working its way up my throat.
"Come here." Hands gripping me tight, he holds the base of my neck, thumb stretching to cradle my ear, in a possessive move that makes my cock spring to life like it's hit with a syringe of adrenaline. His lush, full lips meet mine in a fierce claiming, hips moving in closer just the same.
My eyes widen in shock before instinct finally kicks in, my hand reaching and roaming, tongue melting into his.
Fuck, Adrian can kiss. The sheer dominance is at utter odds with the naturally submissive softness that's our omega.
Gods, having her between us? Literal Nirvana.
The images conjuring themselves of him fucking her ass as she squeezed my dick has my eyes rolling back, wanting more this second.
He grows low, pulling away. "The two of you are going to be the death of me tonight. You know that?" He presses a final chaste kiss to my cheek, his very words from our shared night with Opal repeated and not going unnoticed by either of us.
Eyes heavy with lust, he smiles. Just as I think I'm on the verge of dying of shock, he reaches for my hand and pulls me towards our pack near the fire, thumb tracing gentle circles over my skin. Really, it's just the final nail in my coffin.
Maybe my little poetic plea to the gods isn't entirely necessary after all?