Thankfully it wasn’t one of those days where the hours rush past in the blink of an eye. It was like time slowed down and gave us one of those rare days that were filled with hours that stretched on forever, full of laughter, swimming, lying out, and watching the day go by. The memories of today will remain with me for a long time to come. Despite us ravaging like rutting beasts, the rest of the day was a gift of luxury and indulgence. On a scratchy picnic blanket.
If Lennon lets you in, you quickly discover what a simple person she is. And that is not derogatory in any way, that is a compliment meant in the highest regard. The glorious woman, who’s sleeping with her head on my thigh sparkles brighter than the diamond dipped between her breasts. And she’s exactly where she should be, lying on a muddy blanket, eating shitty made sandwiches, and sipping on warm bottled water.
Her wealth might be enormous, our pack’s certainly is, but she doesn’t want any of it for cars, or fashion, or trips to the Mediterranean on a super yacht, she wants it for this.
Lincoln dips down and kisses his way from her hip all the way up to her shoulder. He’s taking his life into his hands. His eyes jump to mine, and he wears a look on his face, half shock, half do you believe this shit, and I laugh quietly.
Of course, she scrunches her face up, a deep rumble of warning coming from her. For such a small person, the noise is fucking terrifying. He tries to wake her again, a nibble on the stretch of her body near the dip of her hip. Lincoln has good taste, it’s one of my favourite parts of her too. Although, every inch of her is mind-blowing.
As he keeps adoring her with the smallest of kisses, her eyes open and hold mine. I remember the first time I saw her, in the parking garage all those months ago, and I felt like I was free falling. Her brown eyes, the colour like liquid amber today because of the sun, hold me entrapped now, like they did then.
Surprisingly, Lincoln’s managed to stir our mate awake and she’s not uttered one word of violence or murder. She’s gentle is anything, but Lennon without her protective barriers is the tenderest, kindest, most incredible person I’ve ever met. Although I’m completely biased, considering she’s the love of my life. I’m besotted and obsessed with her.
I have no shame in the way I feel either. My pack is the same. Strong men brought to their knees by a stronger, braver, fiercer woman than we could ever be. What she did to survive, and get to where we are today, keeps me up at night.
Her fingers trace over the outline of the tattoo that fate deigned and designed for me.
“I love you,” I offer before I get too lost in her eyes.
She shakes her head, like she’s the one stunned, or shocked.
“I love you too, dove,” Lincoln says, kissing her hip.
“Thank fuck,” she says stretching as she sits up, “because I love the fuck out of the both of you.”
I stay on my side watching. Her nose is pink and sun kissed, her lilac and silver coloured hair a chaos of knots, bits of mud and a couple of leaves that Lincoln helps her pluck out. And then he dresses her. A tender intimacy between them that doesn’t render one inkling of jealousy anywhere in me. Because there’s so much to Lennon, an abundance of those moments that are just for us as individual lovers, and then more for us, her devoted pack.
She giggles when Lincoln bends down and bites her ass cheek while his fingers smooth over the thick band of her thong on her hips. He spoils her, not with expensive French lingerie, instead with athletic thongs, of all things. Only ever in white too. I asked him why, and when he explained the way her ass looked when he fisted her in the dark, I understood completely.
Lennon settles her hands on his shoulders as he pulls up her denim shorts. We argued as a pack for a long time about the risk of Lennon going out in public wearing them. If she hooks her leg up a certain way she shows her pussy. We only argued we’d need advance warning so we could coordinate additional weapons on those days, because if our omega wants to wear clothes so short her ass falls out or tops so tight her nipples show then that’s what we will make happen. Freedom comes in different ways, and nothing will contain our omega.
By the time she’s dressed and hiding under one of Noah’s hoodies, the man of the day is reaching down for a kiss.
Noah is not the same person I knew before we met Lennon. None of us are. And I like that.
“I hope it’s not too late to go,” she says in between the kisses they share.
“It’s not. We walked down and saw the owners when you and my brother were sleeping. Little fucking cuties, all curled around each other,” Gabe says as he hurries in his usual chaotic way, although Gabe’s chaos is more refined these days.
I never thought he’d be so truly and freely owned by not one but two people. And him loving Noah is something I could never foresee, but it’s pretty fucking amazing to watch.
“Come on, Val.” She winks, waiting for me to dress and carry her.
We all pack up together. Even more laughs, and good times. Lennon demands selfies—we’d give her the fucking world if she asked.
And then she snuggles up under my arm, blocking us from leaving.
“Noah, why today?” Her curiosity finally having her ask the all-important question.
He smiles, it’s not weighted in worry anymore, because this man idolises his omega, and he also knows when she needs to be challenged. And now is that time.
“They used Ares DNA. His pups were born a few days ago.”
Jesus, I fucking loose it at that point. But it’s the sheer wonderment on her face that has us all weeping. She goes to Noah, whispers in his ear, and hugs him a hundred times before she walks back over, and hops up into my arms, resting her head against my chest. The purr that spills from me is involuntary, but goddamn it I love her, and our pack.
“Did you know Ares was the runt of his litter? So, I want the runt of his litter. A male. His name is going to be Eos.”
“Only one, Len? We’ve got a big house, and a huge fuck off yard. We can have a dozen.”
