She chokes out a laugh that tapers into a moan when I press a finger inside her. Her back arches as I drag my knuckle across her pleasure spots, slowly increasing my speed to match the flicks of my tongue. Her hands migrate to my hair, holding me against her. Like I’d rather be anywhere else.
Adding a second finger, I fuck her faster, pushing her closer to release. We both freeze when Foster curses under his breath. I recover quickly, bringing her right back to that knife’s edge, where pleasure burns with the perfect hint of pain. The blankets fly away, revealing a heavy-lidded Omega holding his cock. He jerks himself in furious pumps, obviously close to coming.
“Lean back,” he whimpers. Curious to see what he will do, I move my mouth to Hannah’s thigh and bite down, marking her the same way I marked him. It’s only a bruise, but it still means a lot.
It’s my turn to swear when Foster braces a hand on my shoulder and comes all over her pussy, and my hand that is still buried knuckle deep inside her. Possessiveness sweeps through my body, sending me diving back between Hannah’s thighs to lick up every drop of his release. She quakes beneath the furious pumps of my fingers, crying out when I make it back to her clit and suck.Hard.Her pussy gushes, giving me more to lap up.
With drops of Foster’s release still on my hand, I’m able to savor them both. A tart-sweet-sour blend of cherry and lemon that leaves me craving more.
Sitting back on my ankles, I wipe my face with the back of my hand and grin. “Good morning.”
Hannah chuckles, throwing an arm over her face and falling back against the cushions. “You’re crazy.”
“The best kind of crazy,” Foster adds, leaning down to kiss her. He motions for me to join them. We share three-way kisses for several long minutes before Foster pulls away and wiggles his brows. “Up for your first threesome, Angel?”
She bites her lip, darting a glance between us. “What did you have in mind?”
“He fucks me while I fuck you.”
Her face turns bright red, but she nods. Neither of us hesitates, shifting positions until he slides between her thighs and pushes into her. They both moan long and loud. A few lazy thrusts are all I allow before I shuffle behind him and grab his hips, halting his movements so I can push into his ass. Fucking heaven.Every. Damn. Time.
I keep our pace lazy knowing Hannah has a busy day chasing Kaitlin ahead of her. She’s been sore the past two mornings after Foster spent the night ravaging her to settle their new bond, so slow and steady is the perfect pace for today.
They kiss, foreheads pressed together as I move them, controlling Foster’s pace despite his whining and pleading. Hannah takes what we give her, only begging for more when she’s teetering on the edge of release. Feeling Foster is close too, I thrust harder, pushing him deeper into her.
We come in rapid succession. Foster, then Hannah, and then me. It’s incredible to feel their pleasure simmering in our pack bond. What’s even better is the desire pulsing from Shepherd. Our poor Alpha has to be hard as hell while he makes breakfast downstairs. We’ll make it up to him later. A promise he feels in our hearts.
Pack life is bliss. Even with the chaos Hannah’s ex keeps causing, I’ve never been happier.
After work on Friday, I head out of town to my parents’ house. Mamá has been pushy and demands to know when she will meet my new pack, so I’ve been avoiding calling her as much. But tonight I need her help. Hannah is floundering. Between the break-in, the continued threats in the mail, and her father’s trial, she’s been a giant ball of stress. Even her new bond with Foster hasn’t helped lessen the weight she’s carrying.
With the holidays right around the corner, I decided I wanted to do something nice for all of them. Something that will take a task off Hannah’s to-do list. Which is why I’m visiting home.
“Mijo! You’re here, but where is your pack?”
I roll my eyes as I climb out of the car. “Hola, Mamá. They’re at home. You’ll meet them soon enough.” Not that I don’t want them to meet my family; the opposite is true. It’s just that my family can be a lot. And my mates already have their plates full with the trials and the stalking. Coming here can wait until the feds catch Hannah’s asshole ex-husband.
“Ay, okay, okay. I know you don’t want to risk bringing them here when your Hannah is being hunted. We can handle that pendejo if he shows up. Let him see how an Alfaro protects their familia.” She continues mumbling as she drags me into the garage. Two massive totes sit on a long table, all brought down from the overhead storage. “I didn’t sort through them, but take anything with your name on it.”
I kiss her cheek, whispering my thanks. She leaves me be after I promise to go inside to grab the cookies she made for her new granddaughter. I think that’s what has upset her the most about not being able to meet my pack. Mamá lives to dote on her grandkids.Soon, I promise, hoping I can keep my word.
Opening the first tote, I start digging through the hundreds of Christmas ornaments stored inside. Traditional bulbs are kept separately, so these are only the ones that we made or bought for her over the years. The ones I made in school are the ones I want to grab, so I focus on sorting them into piles based on whose name is on the back.
An hour later, I have half a trash bag filled with ornaments. I took the time to bag and store the rest, in case my siblings would like to take theirs. Then I put the totes away so Mamá doesn’t have to ask one of my papas.
“Here, Mijo,” Mamá says, shoving two large containers full of colorful sugar cookies and spiced chocolate chip cookies into my arms. “Make sure mi nieta eats as many as her little heart desires, Emmanuel! You will spoil her for me since you refuse to bring her to meet me.”
Sighing, I set them aside and pull her into a hug. She’s weepy as I leave, and I feel bad. Her safety means just as much to me as my pack’s does, so I can’t change my mind and put her at risk. Not with Colin growing bolder.
My next stop is Shepherd’s mother’s house. I’ve met her several times since joining their pack. Shep isn’t nearly as worried about his mother as I am about mine, but that’s probably because she’s been dating the older Alpha who helps run Foster’s community center, Ursa. That man is terrifying. A half-Russian former marine with the build of a linebacker, despite being nearly sixty. I shudder imagining what would happen if Colin tried to go after Brooke. He’d snap that Beta in two.
Visiting Brooke is much quicker than my trip home. Partially because she already has everything ready for me, but also because she and Ursa are having date night. I apologize for interrupting, but they both wave me off.
I wanted to get ornaments from Foster’s parents, but they aren’t around much, which makes me sad for my Omega. Without my family, I would have withered away. I feel a little better knowing that as soon as it is safe, he will get to enjoy their love, too.
The last stop of the night is at a local outlet store. These ornaments won’t do me any good without a tree. Dozens of options line their holiday area, ranging in size and color. Luckily, I brought the guy’s car instead of mine, so that I could fit an eight-foot pre-lit tree with ease. I grab a few boxes of ornaments, a skirt, and a star for the top.
The car is packed when I begin the journey home, excited to see what my princesa thinks when we decorate it. I have plans this weekend to help Kaitlin make her own ornament to add, too. I want to start a collection for Hannah as I had for Mamá.
