I wrap my arm around her, pulling her close. Even though we haven’t knotted yet, I know she’s made for us. I only hope she feels the same.
TWENTY-TWO
Faye
Woah, did that really just happen? My instincts took over, and I got lost in the moment. I’ve never been close to a man before, but I was choking down Ren’s unbelievably large cock like my life depended on it while Cole’s mouth did filthy things to me. And I freaking loved it all.
“I’m sorry about the seat,” I murmur bashfully. I’m in a fuzzy, post-orgasmic haze, sitting in the car between two amazing alphas. I don’t know what came over me.
“What have we told you about apologizing, little omega?” Cole pulls me in closer. Mm, safety and warmth. My alpha. “We love your slick.”
My pain has dulled temporarily, but I’m still burning up. From what I’ve heard, it won’t be long until another wave hits. Hopefully, we’ll be out of the car by then.
“Oh my gosh… Frank!” I cover my face with my hands. “What will he think of me? We’ve probably scarred him for life!”
“Frank has been around the block a few times.” Cole chuckles. “Don’t worry about him.”
“Look.” Ren points out the window as the car turns a corner, making its way down a bumpy driveway lined with giant pine trees. “We’re here.”
As soon as we come to a stop, Laz opens the door for me like a chauffeur and saving me the embarrassment of seeing Frank after what we just did in the back of his car.
“Here.” Laz offers me his denim jacket. “Wear this to keep you warm.”
White clouds puff from us as we breathe, making me grateful for Laz’s jacket which acts as a warm barrier against the chilly night breeze. I look around for Damon, feeling a stab of disappointment when I don’t see him or his bike anywhere. Did he lie about joining us?
“Welcome to Casa Silverwood,” Ren motions to the cabin.
“Wow.” I’m lost for words. “This is…”
I expected a small chalet, but this is nothing like that. It’s a large, two-level, wooden construction complete with a front porch and swing seat. Lanterns on either side of the green door give us a little light. The upper level has a balcony, where I’m sure I can see a hot tub.
“Not bad, right?” Laz winks. “Wait until you see inside.”
The door creaks as he pushes it open, toasty air that smells like the forest greeting us. A fire crackles in the fireplace, and thick rugs cover the dark wood floors. After slipping off my shoes, I realize there must be underfloor heating because the wooden panels are delightfully warm underfoot.
With a hand on my lower back, Laz leads me into the next room. My breath hitches when I see Damon on his hands and knees, adding logs to another roaring fire. This fireplace is the room’s centerpiece, an emerald U-shaped sofa covered in thick blankets framing it. Intricately carved bookcases and captivating paintings cover the walls, and red drawn curtains cover windows that look out on the spectacular view.
“Woah, man.” Laz surveys the room. “You’ve been busy.”
Damon merely grunts then marches past us. A bowling ball of rejection plummets to the bottom of my belly when he barelyacknowledges our presence. He grabs the axe that’s resting next to the front door. “We need more firewood.”
There’s already a massive pile of logs next to the fire, but Damon vanishes into the night anyway, slamming the door behind him.
“I hope you’ll be comfortable here.” Ren traipses in behind us and fluffs a nearby cushion. “You can change anything you like. It’s pretty neutral so it should be easy for you to put your own stamp on it.”
I open my mouth to reply when I hear heated, raised voices coming from the porch. I can’t make out what they’re saying, but Cole sounds furious. Laz and Ren exchange an “I hope they don’t kill each other” look, and my heart sinks.
“They’re fighting because of me, aren’t they?” I sigh. The Silverwood Pack is a family, and the last thing I want is to create a wedge between them.
“Hey, don’t worry about those grumpy jerks.” Laz tries to play it down. “This isn’t about you, honeybee. We fight all the time. And they’re big boys; they can handle themselves. You’ve got enough to focus on without worrying about pack drama.”
“But I don’t want to cause any problems.”
“You won’t, baby.” Ren runs a hand up and down my back soothingly. “This is unfamiliar territory for everyone, so we’re all figuring it out as we go. Trust me, we all want you here. Even Damon, despite how he’s acting right now.”
A burst of cool air whooshes through the cabin as Cole enters. His fists are clenched in fury, but his shoulders relax when he looks at me, his frustration visibly melting away. I notice a wet patch on his collar from my slick and can’t help but grin.
“Is everything okay?” I ask him.
