“You good, killer? Looks like you’re struggling. Anything we can help with?”
After a few shaky and very loud exhales she unfolds herself, flicks her hair back before she looks down the table slowly at all of us. “Two can play that game, baby.”
She lifts her leg, putting her foot on the edge of the table before she slowly rolls her sock off and throws it over her shoulder. “Anyone else getting hot?”
Tyson moves the quickest and brushes his hand over her forehead before passing a glass of water to her. “Eat what’s on your plate and drink your water first.”
“Doctors orders? I think you need to do that thing with your fingers again,” she retorts in a flash.
“Eat.” He barks.
And like she does with King, she responds in an instant, closing her eyes and blowing out a deep steadying breath as her sweet scent thickens with her arousal.
She takes a huge bite of her hamburger, stretching her mouth ridiculously wide in the process, her eyes roaming all over Tyson as she slowly chews her way through it before taking a gulp of her water. “Good girl,” he praises and her eyes flash to glittering onyx and she crosses her legs again.
“Show me,” Tyson demands. Her mouth pops open and her legs spread wide.
And holy shit she gets off on him being bossy with her.
Tyson twists around in his chair to get a better look between her legs before leaning forward and swiping a finger over her pussy. She snatches Tyson’s hand and holds it there, rocking her hips gently as her eyes drift back to King.
A stillness hit the four of us as she hypnotises us with her scent and her gentle whimpers, but before she can get off, Tyson pulls his fingers out, making her hiss softly. He holds her eye as he rubs his slicked-up fingers together before sucking them clean.
“Finish the food on your plate.”
And then he stares at her, his face impassive but his eyes are full of challenge, and they don’t change when she drops her chin and does an award-winning pout.
“Killer,” King warns, “you got told to do something. You gonna fight us on something as simple as food?”
It’s natural the way Tyson and King align, and she figures out almost immediately and doesn’t waste time arguing. Instead she turns to me. “Mav?”
“No chance. That’s between you three.” I throw my hands up. Honestly, there’s no chance I’d have the discipline to tell her to eat; I’m still fighting not to grab her hair and rut into her from behind.
Instead of her defiance, I get an eye roll. She goes to look at Steel, but Tyson takes charge again.
“I’ve already told you; you eat and drink before you do anything or anybody else.”
She smirks. “I thought you were a doctor. Maybe I need something else.”
“I am a doctor.” He growls before pulling his hand free from between her legs and snatching her burger off her plate. “And I know exactly what you need right now. Unless of course you’re planning to ride your heat without an Alpha. Guess I was wrong about what was going to happen, or you could admit you were. Wrong, I mean.”
He’s always had the ability to coerce people. Growing up we looked to him for direction. When we decided to pack, there was no question he’d be the Alpha in charge of us but the way he leads is more like a coach who lets you do things on your own unless you screw up, and then he’ll take charge. Completely different way of leading compared to King.
Tyson winks at her the second she stops being a brat.
“You don’t have to rub it in,” she sasses.
“Pretty sure I do. Otherwise, you can just admit you were wrong. ‘Tyson, you’re right’ wouldn’t be that hard to say, would it?” he deadpans again, and she shakes her head laughing.
“I love being an Omega, don’t get me wrong but the start of it, I’m not a fan of. And the suppressors make me extra moody sometimes. And that’s not me saying Tyson was right because that shit would go straight to his head,” Tristan says, talking to us while she smiles at him. “I have a question, or maybe it’s I need answers.”
“So, take a bite and ask away.” Tyson passes her the burger, and then he starts massaging her foot. And that’s the other side of Tyson’s personality, a deep-seated need to care.
After eating another part of her burger, she looks around at all of us. “How long do you think we’re going to be here?”
I jump in quickest since I spoke to the people in town. “The Sheriff was telling people to stock up with enough food and water for a week. But they always exaggerate so people aren’t under prepared. Between us we’ve got plenty of food and water.”
And it’s almost like fate pushed us to be here together because with the supplies we brought, what King arranged and what Tristan had stashed in her car we could stay here for a month and not go without.
