I’m vaguely aware of Logan pumping his release inside me, while Ellis spills all over his hand with a toe-curling groan. The scent of cum, sweat, and male satisfaction floods my senses, and I shudder as one glorious orgasm rolls into two.
I don’t know how long it lasts, but I’m still panting and trembling as Tristan gives a wicked laugh and bends down to kiss me. “And we haven’t even made it to the pack nest yet.”
CHAPTER THIRTY – LILY
“Fucking hell,” Otley mutters, sounding like he’s grinding down on his last nerve as he stomps into the trailer. “You assholes couldn’t have waited a half hour to make her scream?”
“You heard that, did you?” There’s no missing the smug note in Ellis’ voice as he rises from the bed, his jeans still hanging open. “You could’ve tried listening to a podcast to pass the time.”
Otley growls something rude, and even though I’m still a couple of minutes away from conscious thought, my body takes notice. It’s clearly ready for more, and the sight of Otley looming in the doorway, scowling and impatient, makes me lick my lips. He takes in the rumpled bed coverings with narrowed eyes, then rolls his gaze over me with the intensity of a landslide. “You okay, Lily?”
I want to tell him I’m better than okay, but I’m not sure he wants to hear it since my voice is hoarse from screaming out my pleasure. I nod mutely, instead, and he mutters something about giving up his left nut if the other guys will let him carry me inside.
“No!” I whisper-yell, and when he jerks back, offended, I curse my stupid tongue and grab his arm. “I mean, please don’t sacrifice a nut. I think I’m going to need all of your balls to survive this heat.”
Tristan snickers, but Otley’s shoulders relax, and his pheromones flood the room, more potent than ever. “You are going to do a lot more than survive, Lily,” he tells with the kind of calm authority that makes me clench in anticipation. “I plan to make sure of it.”
“You’re not alone anymore,” Tristan reminds me, and I can’t resist rubbing myself against him like a needy cat. “We're here for you, sweetheart.”
My mate. My scent matches. My soulmate.
I don’t realize I’ve said it out loud until he nods, his eyes gleaming. “All of us are here for you. We love you, sweetheart, and we want this to be as good as your first heat with the guys.”
“Better,” I manage to whisper, because this time I plan on getting all the sweet without any of the bitter aftertaste. “I get to have all of you. Because we’re pack now, right?”
It’s the needy omega in me seeking reassurance, and I watch their faces carefully. Tristan beams, happy to hear me finally say the words, even if it is in a barely-there voice. But I catch a loaded glance passing between the alphas, and groan. “What? Is that not what you guys want anymore?”
“Of course it is,” Ellis rushes to reassure me. “It’s practically all we've thought about for the last ten years.”
I want to ignore my insecurities, but Otley is still frowning, and I roll back against Logan, rejection creeping over my skin. Tristan makes a low sound of warning – probably the first he’s ever made towards his mate – but as Ellis steps in front of him, Otley throws his hands in the air. “Back off, the lot of you!” he snaps, glaring at the other guys. “This needs to be said, and Lily needs to hear it.”
But I don’t want to hear it, and I’m still clutching at Logan as Otley scoops me out of his arms. “It’s not bad, sweetheart,” he tells me as he walks me to the kitchen, propping me on the edge of the sink. I yelp at the cool bite of the stainless steel under my bare butt, but he keeps one hand on my waist as he digs a bottle of water out of the fridge. “Drink up.”
“Not if you’re just going to walk out on me…”
He cocks a brow at my pout, snapping off the lid and holding the bottle to my lips until I drink. “That’s never going to happen, unless you choose to show me the door,” he says as I lick the drops off my lips, a little embarrassed about how much water I just guzzled. “But it’s highly likely that sharing your heat will push me into a rut. I wish I could be clear headed about it, but my instinct will be to claim you. I can’t take the risk that after your heat ends, you will leave me. I couldn’t survive that again.” He drains the rest of the bottle and when he’s set it on the counter, presses his hand to my throat, cupping my scent gland. “If you don’t want to be my mate, tell me now. I’ll take some scent dampeners and Logan can step in if my control slips.”
I gape at him, because when he parked my naked butt on the sink, I never expected him to lay it all on the line like this. I thought he was going to stuff some food into me, not serve his heart up on a platter. But I’m not sure why I’m surprised. Otley might be distant and controlling to other people, but he’s always put my interests first.
I must hesitate too long, though, because Ellis saunters up and shoots him a look that Agent Ripcord reserves for the very worst of villains. “Let me put that another way, Lily. We're both crazy about you and would love it so much if you'd be our mate.”
I lick my lips again, because even with all the water I guzzled, my throat is still achingly dry. Expressing my feelings has never come easily to me, but I know that if I don’t speak up now, I’ll regret it. “I want that, too. I don’t think I could survive it either ifyou walked away. So if everyone is okay with it, I want us to be a pack. Bites, bonds, the lot.”
Ellis breathes out a relieved sigh, but Otley does the opposite, and I watch his eyes harden and his muscles flex as he plucks me off the sink. He strides towards the door, somehow doubling in height and resolve as he stares down at me with hungry eyes. “Good,” he murmurs as he thrusts the door open. “Lily's taking our knots and our bites and we're going to give her every inch of pleasure we have in us.”
I gulp, my mouth suddenly filled with saliva. It’s only as Tristan runs forward with a blanket to lay over me that I realize I’m about to be carried into the house with my entire tingling body on display.
“It’s okay,” Logan murmurs as he falls into step beside us. “Leo is in the stables with Zander and Bobby while we get settled inside. Rosie and Doc are on distraction duty for the rest of your heat, and me and the guys will pop out and visit during your down times.”
I smile in relief, because while I’ve given Leo a vague idea of why I have to go away for my heats, we haven’t got into the specifics yet. But maybe it will be easier to have that conversation now he has four father figures to back me up.
Thankfully, we don’t see anyone on our way to the pack suite. That might be because Otley’s strides border on a sprint, his pheromones pumping over me as he clutches me to his chest. It’s enough to make my head spin, and I have to blink a few times as I take in the changes to the room. There are fresh lilies on the dresser, next to an assortment of snacks and drinks. The lights have been dimmed, and candles are burning on the nightstands. The air feels cool and sweet against my skin, and even though the skylight is closed, I smile at the thought of starlight filling the nest.
“I grabbed what I thought you might like,” Otley says as he nods to a basket of heat aids on the edge of the bed. “The bathroom has also been restocked, but if we run out of anything, George will make sure it’s delivered.”
I shake my head mutely, because it’s overwhelming how much effort he’s put into a room we might not have even used. I love the nest in the Airstream – especially after breaking it in, as Logan put it – but I don’t think I’ve ever been in such a soothing space as this pack suite.
“Here are the rules,” Otley says as he places me on the edge of the nest. “If at any time Lily wants to slow down or stop, she just says-.”
