Without protest, he offers that wicked smirk.
I press my lips to the head, humming softly before bobbing my head rapidly, sucking eagerly.
“Harper,” he bellows, releasing hot ropes of cum down my throat.
His gaze locks with mine. “Such a good little omega.”
I press a tender kiss to his abs.
“Who taught you how to suck dick?”
I chuckle. “You know who. Dustin.”
“I have to thank him.” He grins pulling me up his chest.
Sawyer grabs one of the many soft blankets and pulls it over our bodies.
“We’re a pack,” he says brushing my hair out of my face. “We’re meant to bond.”
My fingers roam his chest as he purrs bringing me security and comfort.
“I love you, Harper,” Sawyer whispers.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
HARPER
With a smile on my face and my coils pulled up into a ponytail, I stir thickening crucial for my grandmother’s scrumptious peach cobbler. Growing up I loved helping Nana make it. The guys are ups stairs painting my nest. Thatcher had beautiful art pieces delivered. These guys have no intention of letting me go.
I smile at the thought. Being here with them feels right.
Pulling the oven open, I bend over and place the peach cobbler inside.
A deep voice breaks the silence. “Making yourself comfortable, I see.”
I whip my head to the right. “Hello, Mr. Montclair.”
I close the oven door and set the timer, feeling my cheeks flush as he eyes my clothing.
His gaze lingers on the words scrawled across the front of the oversized sweatshirt swallowing me.
“Dustin’s little Omega.”
“I didn’t realize you two were back together.” He eases onto a stool at the counter as if he owns the place.
Dustin takes after his father in subtle ways—the same nose, eye shape, and height.
“We’re not. Dustin wants us to get back together,” I reply.
“What do you want?” Mr. Donovan asks, stepping into the kitchen behind him.
Mr. Burbank and Mr. Barclay arrive last, dressed sharply in fine wool sweaters, slacks, and polished dress shoes. Their chauffeurs are no doubt waiting just outside.
“I want to find the right mate or mates. I’m just not certain who that is yet.”
“Are you considering mating with any of the alphas?” Mr. Burbank inquires.
“No, but of the four, Sawyer was the first to come to me. He protected me.”
