I love my Scorned Girls with all my heart, but the last couple of times they’ve tried to visit, it didn’t end so well. The time before now, Steel had to accompany everyone to the clubhouse for drinks because I lost my shit in the most unladylike way. King ignored them and threw me over his shoulder, standing with me under a cold shower, talking me out of murdering my girlfriends.
Who knew Omegas could rage so hard?
“Do you want to talk about it?” Simona asks from the other side of the island bench. The way her lips are tipped up ever so slightly is starting to feed my rising irritation and if it wasn’t forMaverick’s body pushed against mine as I leaned over sipping my wine, I’d be scratching the smirk off her gorgeous face.
Heidi laughs and goes to open her mouth too, and I track her reactions carefully.
“Trissy,” Steel growls, having to clear his throat as he walks towards me.
And that’s the thing, it’s not just me struggling to adjust to having other people in our space, it’s all of us. Guess love really does make you fucking bonkers.
“King said he’s ready.”
It’s not that Steel doesn’t trust me to grab the steaks and follow him out, it’s that he’s got a need as obvious as mine. He walks past our guests like they’re invisible before his hand guides my face to his and he kisses me softly, for a really long time too. Exhaling all his butterscotch scent into my lungs before he all but steals the air from mine.
“Thank God,” he whispers as he leans down to my ear. “Get the food. The sooner we feed them, the sooner they go, right?”
“You should not encourage her, Steel.” Raney laughs, coming in from the front sitting room with her baby in her arms. “Come here, Granny, come hold your granddaughter. I’m so hungry. Dad, you better be grilling me some mushrooms!”
Much like welcoming the girls, Raney, and her pack into our homes has been an arduous task, so has mending my relationship with Raney. The both of us get offended at the smallest slight before we need to be separated to clear the air. But we always do clear it, and usually within minutes, reconciling with lots of cuddles and laughter until we clash again.
Sometimes I think Raney and I need the constant niggling just to air out all the bullshit that comes after lying. And I’d pay the price any day because even though she drives me crazy, I need her. She needs me too.
“Tristan, come hold your granddaughter,” Raney demands, and she sounds so much like King that I’m responding without even thinking of moving. Twisting quickly, I kiss Mav and Steel, leaving them together before taking the bundle of joy out of her hands and into mine.
“I’ve finally got your adoption certificate come through by the way.” I smile sweetly like a shark. Because two can play that game.
“There’s no chance in hell I’m ever calling you Mommy.”
“Wow”—I roll my eyes, throwing some snark over my shoulder—“that must be genetic too.”
“What?” she snaps, side-eying me. Not getting what angle I’m coming from.
“King doesn’t let me call him Daddy either.”
I ignore the noises of her retching and I steal her baby away, completely forgetting the food I was meant to take to King as I snuggle Sunny. Her cheeks are chubby, and she smells like love. I rub my nose on her, wondering if I need to chat with my pack about the fact I am not at all ready to start a family. Not sure I ever will be considering all the things I want to do with them.
Tyson appears in front of me like a mirage, his hair recently cut. Seriously, the man has more haircuts than I have facials, but I adore his precise style and unflappable confidence.
“How’s my good girl?” he asks, and I look up at him, unsurprised he’s barely paying Sunny any attention.
“I’m good. I’ll be better when our guests go. Is that bad?”
“No. It’s just the way we love, Tristan.”
Koz comes over and Sunny twists in my arms, even though she was nearly asleep. It’s unnerving how the two of them are so in tune with each other. I pass her over and fall into Tyson’s arms.
“How can a baby be so heavy?”
“She’s not. You’re just not ready, you might never be either. And that just means you’re all mine,” he says simply. But Tyson is like that. He reads most things differently, perhaps a result of him being a doctor or it might be he saves all his sweetness for me. With a gentle press on the small of my back, Tyson steers me past our guests and straight into his office. His hand doesn’t leave my back until I’m behind his desk.
Pushing me forward with another soft touch, he sits on his leather chair before his hands glide up the inside of my legs.
“I think I understand how that Alpha at the hospital felt. Mad with ADV and ravenous need, desperate for an Omega. But I have the cure for everything I need right here.” He curls his fingers under the edge of my thick granny undies, teasing me with soft touches until he reaches his limit. Tyson’s fingers hook in the edge of my panties, dragging them down to my ankles before he bends over me with one hand, finger fucking me with the other.
“Always so responsive.” He grins, his lemon meringue sweetness confirming how happy he is. His warm breath against my body is the only warning I get before he licks me out dirty.I start trembling before he’s managed to open the zipper of his dress pants. “Such a good girl.” He praises, reaching for one of my hands to hold my ass cheek wide open for him, before I move the other myself. I’m left with my face pressed against his desk, my feet hip distance apart, waiting.
Tyson leans forward again to bite down hard on the top of one of my butt cheeks. The sting is like a whispered promise of what’s coming. He teases me, rubbing the tip of his cock through my pussy before he starts pushing in, making sure I feel every ridge and vein.
