It feels like my legs are going numb as my orgasm hits me, and he takes that moment to shove his knot deep inside of me, making me scream with pleasure.
His hold on me is near bruising as he grabs my chin and makes out with me while he fills me with his cum. He doesn’t stop as he reaches his peak or as the size of his knot goes down. His breaths mingle with mine, and my lips are nearly going numb from all the kissing.
I feel lighter than I ever have. I feel cherished.
Mack’s knot releases us, making a mess, and I worry about the state of his massive chair. But when he pulls back and looks at me with metaphorical hearts in his eyes, I couldn’t care less about the chair. All I care about is that he looks at me this way for the rest of my life.
“Thank you for my gift,” I say and he smiles, a small dimple forming on his right cheek.
“Thank you,” he says, resting his forehead on my chest. He doesn’t say what for, and I don’t ask, because I think he feels the same way I do; thankful to have found each other and have this moment.
I push his dark brown hair out of his face and kiss him one more time, before rising on my knees.
Mack holds my waist and watches as a trail of slick and cum slides down my thigh. We’re both pink in the face when his eyes meet mine.
He nods his head. “Bathroom is right there. I’ll go grab you some comfy clothes from your room.”
“Actually, can I wear yours?” I ask, his neck even redder than before.
“Yeah, I’d love that.”
I bite my bottom lip and make my Omega walk of shame, slick dripping all the way to the bathroom. Butterflies flap in my stomach and maybe before I was leary this was all too good to be true. But right now?
Right now I know without a doubt I haven’t made the same mistake twice. This is my pack.
I’m not sure how much time passes as Mack games, and I sit in my fancy new desk chair and play The Sims. The game is addictive, and I couldn’t help myself when I made an Omega have a hoard of Alphas, but things are starting to get a little fucked up with the dynamic.
Mack leans over, his one ear exposed so he can hear me. We’ve spoken while he streams and he doesn’t have an issue with that. His fans are well aware that he’s taken and that he clearly likes spending time with me. They just don’t know what I look like or who I am.
“What are you doing?” he asks with a furrowed brow.
“He was fighting with all the other Alphas, so he had to go,” I reply as I put up the last wall around the pool, waiting for Justin to drown and die a slow death. He was fighting with Vere and Timothy, he had to go.
Mack blinks at me, and he must notice the open spreadsheet on the side of the page.
“What’s that?”
“Um. Nothing,” I say, closing out of the tab.
“Hmm,” he mumbles, returning to his stream. “No, my Omega isn’t a real murderer,” he replies, which makes me laugh.
Mack’s office door cracks open, and suddenly large hands are on my shoulders. When I look up, it's Jonah’s smiling face. He kisses the top of my head and then looks at my screen.
“Is that a graveyard?” he asks.
I clear my throat. Okay, so maybe building the largest pack and deleting the Alphas who cause problems wasn’t the most sane thing to do.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I say, moving the mouse so I’m back over at my Sims home.
“How many fucking Alphas does she have?”
“Well, she had eighteen at one point. We’re down to eleven.”
“She’s killing them by building walls around the pool,” Mack unhelpfully joins in.
“Also starved one in the basement, and another from over exercising,” I reply.
Mack just shrugs, like there’s nothing he can do about the power he’s given me by introducing me to this new game, and he’s right.
