I scent up in joyful happiness, and small tears pool as growing acceptance races through me—this is really happening. Tome. Not someone I know.Me.
Chapter
Thirty-Six
DOMINIC
Simona is boneless in my arms. Scenting the air with her emotions while struggling to find her voice. She’s also blissing out in the most peaceful space I’ve seen her in since I met her.
“She’s good.” Hendrix whispers as he guides us out of the lift to follow Ryder who is strutting his way through our humble abode as if he was about to perform in a concert.
Hendrix keeps me balanced and stops me from telling Ryder to tone it down. Reiterating to me that our mate is fine/safe helps me control my own mood. And once again confirms the intimate connection he and I share.
The lift door shuts behind us, and since we’re as secure as we will ever be, I let her down to her feet. My nerves are shot, and my designation is blurring my mind. It’s a natural Alpha obsession and instinctual response to hold her and never let her go. I refuse to hold her back because my needs outweigh hers. They don’t and never will.
Clearly, I’ll be telling and showing her very soon what she does to me but for now, I find a place to watch. Just likeRyder and Hendrix. What Simona thinks of our home has become one of the most important and measurable factors of our pack’s success. Building this home, and a stable financial future is what we’ve done as a pack, but it has always been done with the intention of providing everything we could for our Omega.
The first couple of steps she takes, she’s still blitzed out, riding her high. Her eyes are sparkling as they dance around the room, but then it’s as if something pulls the plug on our sweet mate’s emotions, and she starts to wither.
It’s heartbreaking to watch her go from such a high, to starting to flatline in front of us. Clearly someone has been force feeding her fucking lies, and it isn’t hard to jump and blame those who should have been reinforcing what an incredible woman she is. Her eyes start to stay more downcast than up. Her scent flickers like a blinkering light bulb as something from her past digs into her happiness.
I move to be with her, but Hendrix beats me, cupping his hands around the gorgeous curve of her still naked ass cheeks.
“What do you think of our home, Simona? Ours meaning yours, mine, Ryder and Dominic’s? A forever place where the four of us will live out the rest of the days. Well, a homebase because we have the whole world waiting for us.” Hendrix’s touches are intentionally sexual. And in typical Hen fashion they are displays of his formidable power: a reminder in a way of how hard he loves and how strong he defends.
I suspect she’ll need reminding most days, but by god what a fucking honour being the pack graced with her as our mate.
“Would you like something more comfortable to slip into while we explore?” Hen asks, dipping down lower to rub himself over her ass, and feel her up.
Her head falls forward, a smile returning to her face.
“Actually, I would,” she says, leaning back against him, rubbing her head over him. “I want Rye’s shirt.”
Hendrix laughs. Low. Dirty. And if I heard it in a dark room, I’d be getting ready to be railed into next week. He steps back and slaps her ass before suddenly appearing in front of her helping her dress in Rye’s navy-blue dress shirt. He’s all swaying hips, and air thrusting making her giggle with hearts in her eyes.
“Fucking hell, Hen’s in fine form tonight.” Ryder says, as he passes a glass of red wine. Before I can argue this might not be the right time, he flicks the stereo on and dims the main lights so the skyline becomes the light source, and the room’s focus.
There’s still ample light to see our home, but it feels more intimate and sets the mood perfectly. Ryder drops his glass on a small table next to us, and runs a hand along my shoulder, and up my neck before hooking me down to his level. His mouth is on mine, and he tastes insane. Honey hints the stronger, more intense flavour which is Simona and her tasty release. Her orgasm lingers everywhere, on his mouth, his tongue. My knot aches in time with the way he teases me.
I pull him nearer, chasing the relief he offers. I can feel Hendrix guiding her, and I go to stop until the hitch of her breathing makes a space for him to talk.
“See that, Simona? How incredible these two look together? Now if I was to put you in the middle of them, I’d die a happy man. How’s your heat, sweetheart?”
“Fine,” she grunts back impatiently, and I risk a look to catch her pushing Hendrix aside so she can see both Ryder and me better.
Hendrix’s smile brightens the room, and he guides her to a chair next to us giving her a front row seat. He pulls her on top of him, as he says, “You ask nicely and Dom will show you how good Ryder deepthroats.”
She whimpers and it’s like a starter’s gun.
Ryder groans into my mouth, or maybe it’s me making the noise in his. We fumble like teenagers in our haste to undress.
Ryder beats me to it, wrapping his hand around my cock and squeezing hard. The relief is double edged, highlighting how wound up I am and how keen I am for her to be okay with this.
I put my hand around his, stopping him and looking at her. Simona’s in Ryder’s shirt, it’s unbuttoned bar one above the valley of her breasts. Her eyes are black and she’s swaying softly side to side with Hendrix’s hands on her waist, holding her up by the looks.
“Tell us, sweetheart. Tell us what you want,” Hendrix insists, his voice barely above a whisper but his own bubbling desires, and anticipation, is as clear as hers.
She shuts her eyes, and I think we’ve lost her to the ghosts haunting her mind but when her eyes open, slowly, seductively too, I see our future being reshaped.
