She claps her hands, not giving Mason or I time to respond to that comment as she strolls out of the room. “Now, I’m not saying I saved the best room for last, but…” She trails off as sheleads us down the hall, to the one room whose door remains shut. “I definitely saved the best room for last.”
Moments later, my brother and I are introduced to her bedroom.
It’s nearly as large as the heat room at our parents’ cabin, but it has so much more of her personality. You can totally tell her favorite color is blue; the bed is lined in blue. The paintings on the wall are made up mostly blues. The knickknacks carefully arranged on her dressers and the desk on the far side of the room have a common theme: blue.
“This is where I spent a lot of my time growing up.” Jess meanders to her bed, sitting on its edge as she watches me and Mason survey the room. “My aunt never came in here. It felt like the only room in the house that was mine.” She chuckles softly. “Now the whole house is mine.”
“It is,” I say, shooting my brother a look before I go to sit next to her.
My brother is on the same wavelength as I am as he joins us on the bed. He says, “But, you know, it occurs to me that this is a damn big house for one little omega.”
She puffs herself up. “Who you calling little?”
“I think he’s just saying that, maybe, you might get lonely every now and then,” I say.
“Hmm.” She taps her chin. “What a conundrum. If only I knew some alphas who would love to move in and take up some space in this big, old, empty house.” She glances between me and Mason. “You two wouldn’t know any alphas that fit the bill, would you?”
“I might know a few volunteers,” I joke, earning myself a sly smile from Jess. God, I’ll never get over that smile. I’ll do whatever I have to in order to make her smile more often, that’s a promise. That smile lights up the room.
Jess playfully shoves both me and Mason. “I was going to wait until Rourke gets here to ask you all together, but seeing as howdesperateyou two are—and I cannotstanddesperate alphas—”
Liar, but I keep that remark to myself. She loves it when we’re desperate for her.
“—I guess I’ll ask you two now.” She pauses. “Well? Will you two move in with me?”
I place a hand over my heart and say, “You’re a poet with your way with words.” She scoffs and rolls her eyes at my dramatics, but in the end, she giggles when I lean closer and give her a kiss on the cheek. “Of course I’ll move in with you.”
Mason, not to be outdone, takes her chin in his hand and forces her to look at him when he says, “Like you could ever keep me away.” His way of saying yes, I guess, because after he says that, he kisses her on the mouth and makes her breathless just like that.
She sighs. “Now that that’s settled… do we know how far away Rourke is? I can think of a few things we could do in this room while we wait.” With the way she says it, her meaning is crystal clear.
My cock twitches the moment she suggests what she does. I don’t need a moment to think about it. I tell her, “We are at your disposal.”
Jess hums. “Then take off my clothes and ravish me.”
Such a bold statement she never would’ve said before. I suppose we’ve all changed from who we were before, and that’s a good thing. Without change, what’s the point in life? Change is good. It’s nothing to fear.
My brother and I take it as a challenge: who can help her out of her clothes faster? Which one of us can take off the most? My brother tugs off everything below the waist, while I help her out of her shirt and the bra underneath. Hmm. It’s a tie, then.
Soon enough we’re helping Jess scoot up on the bed and lay down. I settle myself between her legs while my brother massages her chest and kisses her hard. As badly as I want to be up there, kissing her, I’m perfectly content with where I am, nestled between these beautiful thighs, with a certain something at her apex calling my name.
I lick my lips and then I get to work.
Chapter Thirty-One – Mason
Jess moans into my mouth when my brother starts going down on her. I do my part by swallowing up that moan and pushing my tongue past her lips. Never will I get tired of tasting her. While our tongues dance, I tweak her nipples to make her moan even more. Together, my brother and I push our omega to the brink.
And she is. Ours, I mean. There’s no arguing about it, no denying it.
She comes with a cry that forces her to tear her mouth off mine, the sound melodious and glorious all the same. The scent of her slick fills the air, and I don’t have to glance between her legs to know my brother is devouring her just as I would be, if I was in his place between those clenched thighs.
I’m seconds from telling my brother we should trade places—I wouldn’t mind tasting that delicious slick—but before I get a chance to, adingrises in the room, coming from the phone that was in Jess’s pocket before I helped her out of her pants.
Barely out of the delirium from her orgasm, Jess pants, “That’s gotta be Rourke. Mason, can you—”
The last thing I want to do is pull myself away from her right now. Me and my dick clearly have other ideas, but I also can’t deny her request, even if she doesn’t quite finish speaking it. Besides, bringing Rourke in means we’re one step closer to making it official.
To becoming a real pack.
