“Fuck, I’m sorry. I’ll get rid of it.”
“No. I love it,” I say, scrubbing my face, trying not to be a little baby about the amount of kindness I’ve been on the receiving end of.
“What’s wrong? I’ll fix it,” Mack says and I laugh, which is slowly making the tears go away. The poor Alpha is looking at me like I’m crazy.
I lick my lips and try to be as vulnerable with him as he was with me the other night.
“My exes would buy me stuff, clothes, nest items, but they never bought me meaningful gifts. And a lot of the time when they bought me things, it felt transactional. Like they bought me this dress, so I needed to shut up and do what they said.”
“I would never?—”
“I know, let me finish,” I say softly, and he nods, his thumbs still massaging my thighs. “Jonah got me the scooter when it wasn’t even something I knew existed. Then he took me to get all the crafts I could ask for and told me I could do them anywhere in the house. Cole took me to the doctors today. The last time someone went to the doctor with me was my Gran when I was a kid. No one else ever cared that much. Then he bought me a ton of dresses, not even blinking an eye. You all added me to your pack bank account. Then this.” I wave over to the computer setup. “You did this so we could spend time together while you’re working and you made it something that would interest me.”
Poor Mack looks so confused, so I grab his handsome, perfect jaw.
“They aren’t sad tears. They’re happy ones, because I’ve never felt so seen. Thank you for seeing me.”
He grabs the back of my neck, pressing our lips together in a rough kiss. Gone is the apprehensive Mack. Right now he feels all Alpha as he kisses me.
I think words are hard for him sometimes, but I can feel everything in the kiss, that he feels just as seen as I do. That’s always what I wanted. A pack that sees me and I see them in return. It’s what a relationship should be.
“You're impossible not to see,” he whispers against my lips and I need him so bad, I ache.
I grab the collar of his shirt, and he knows what I want, as he tugs the cotton over his head, exposing his chest.
There’s got to be a home gym somewhere in this house, because there’s no way he can look like that from gaming all day.
His Adam’s apple bobs as I hold my arms up and he helps me out of my dress. His mouth peppering kisses along my throat and the top of my breasts. Mack’s large hands span my waist as he stands and picks me up easily.
He’s careful as he sits on the massive cushion and places me on his lap.
Being on top is my favorite position. “Did I climb all over you guys like this when I was in heat?” I ask.
“Mmm. I like it. I like being able to see all of you while you ride my cock.”
His gritty words compared to how soft and sweet he usually is has me wet, my panties sticking to my pussy as I press down on his covered length.
“Your scent drives me fucking crazy, baby,” he says, the bridge of his nose sliding against my throat, before his tongue follows, licking a stripe to my jaw.
I put a hand between us, tugging down his pants. He takes mercy on me, lifting up his ass, sliding down the pants and leaving me a gratuitous view of his thick shaft.
His thumb pushes my panties to the side, rubbing my wet clit, before he adjusts me, sliding me down his length.
I moan at the stretch, and more than anything I let myself have this moment. This isn’t some pheromone driven act. No, we both want it this time. We both chose it with no outside factors, and it makes it that much sweeter.
Mack holds on to my waist, watching where his dick is sliding in and out of me, his knot teasing my entrance. He has no issue with me setting the pace, or the way my nails dig into his muscular shoulders.
He truly does like to watch as I take control, setting the pace. It has my Omega ego growing even larger. At this point, it’s going to be bigger than this house with the way they’re all treating me.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he says, and I lean more of my bodyweight on him, kissing him hungrily as my hips shift against his.
Mack grabs my ass cheeks, spreading me wide, while using a little of his strength to move my body up and down.
“Right there,” I pant against his lips.
Our skin is sticky with slick, the sound of our flesh slapping echoing in the room as he raises his hips harder, fucking me from below.
The lace of my panties is rubbing against my clit, and he tugs them even harder against my ass and I fall apart.
