“Forty-five minutes,” Hunter corrected.
Destiny laughed, wriggling reluctantly out of Greyson’s embrace. “I’ll be ready in a half hour.”
“Good girl,” Hunter said, probably because he wanted her pussy to explode.
It took all of Destiny’s willpower to step away from them and point at the door. “Go. Let me freshen up. I’ll see you soon.”
She closed her eyes as Hunter pressed a kiss to her temple before heading to the door. Greyson brushed his fingers across her cheek, smiling warmly, and followed his packmate from the room.
Destiny didn’t move for a long time. She wanted to remember this feeling. It was a good moment, the type you’d want to lookback on wistfully, no matter what happened next. This moment was an adventure, a promise—the first notes of a new song.
Destiny stood still and listened.
Chapter eleven
Alexander
Xander woke up with a deliciously sore ass and an unfamiliar excitement in his belly. He honestly couldn’t remember the last time he’d woken up genuinely looking forward to the day ahead. And it was all because of a beautiful, maddening, sassy, ice princess omega who’d absolutely wrecked him the previous night.
Again, Xander had underestimated her and, again, she’d put him in his place. Destiny Duvalle wasn’t at all what he’d expected. If he hadn’t been interested in her before, he would’ve been completely intrigued after she’d made him kneel naked at her feet.
Look how pretty you are on your knees, she’d purred down at him.
He’d nearly cum on the floor.
Xander’s cock stirred, obviously interested in that idea. He was surprised he had the energy. Hunter had edged him to thepoint of pain last night, but he’d eventually cum so hard he saw stars. He’d woken up still thinking about Destiny, her scent still enveloping him.
He couldn’t wait to see her again. It was so much fun getting under her skin, forcing her to reveal the fiery personality beneath her perfect poise. Xander couldn’t believe the woman he’d seen on a thousand magazine covers was the same woman who’d handed him his ass in pool and foosball, then literally brought him to his knees. What else was she hiding beneath her popstar persona?
Xander was delighted to find that the storm had delayed the festival. The unexpected downtime would allow him to get to know Destiny better. He was sure he could convince her to hang out with them again. Maybe she could hustle him in Monopoly or something.
When he emerged from his bedroom, Xander was surprised to find their packhouse empty. The air smelled of Hunter’s famous steamed buns, making Xander’s stomach rumble. He found a container of them waiting for him with a note.
For taking your punishment so well last night, Pet. Eat up and be a good boy today.
Xander grinned and bit into a bun. Creamy, sugary goodness exploded on his tongue. Hunter was such a softie on the inside, despite his intimidating size, deadly fighting skills, and dominant personality. He was the absolute best at aftercare.
Speaking of which, wherewasHunter? And Greyson for that matter. While Xander stuffed more buns into his mouth—god he was ravenous after last night’s exertions—he focused in on the pack bond. It hummed with an unfamiliar pleasure and satisfaction. Xander’s instincts tugged at him, telling him something he couldn’t quite parse.
Regardless, he was pretty sure where his packmates must be. Only an omega could fill them with the joy of being a caretakerand protector. Besides, there were two types of buns in the container, both meatless, and Xander was confident Hunter didn’t pull out all the stops just for him. He obviously wasn’t the only member of Pack Stepanov eager to see Destiny Duvalle again.
As he pulled out the last bun, Xander heard the outer door to their wing open and a moment later Hunter strode into the packhouse, preceded by one of his mother’s tabby cats. The cat mewed loudly, padding toward Xander with her tail in the air. Xander bent to pet her, his eyes on Hunter. His packmate had a definite energy about him—his eyes bright and movements purposeful.
“You’ve had a busy morning,” Xander said, standing again. “And you didn’t even yell at Aly for sneaking in. What’s got you in such a good mood?”
A telltale pink tinge crept into Hunter’s cheeks, but he shrugged nonchalantly. “I’m sure you already know.”
Xander grinned. It was completely out of character for Hunter to be flustered and even more unusual for him to pursue a woman. For as long as they’d known each other, Hunter had always been mostly indifferent toward the omegas and betas of all genders who’d fallen for his whole tall, brooding, and mysterious bit. But he’d been completely different around Destiny Duvalle.
“I knew the buns weren’t just for me. How is our illustrious guest this morning?” Xander asked, waggling his eyebrows suggestively.
Hunter ignored his teasing tone, crossing to the fireplace and bending to start the flames. He kept his back to Xander as he answered. “She’s good. Enjoyed the buns almost as much as she enjoyed Grey eating her pussy.”
Xander choked on the last of his food, earning a reproachful look from the cat, who stopped rubbing against his legs andscampered away. Xander hardly noticed. He was too busy imagining Destiny with Grey’s face between her thighs.
“Don’t be a dick about it,” Hunter snapped, turning to glower at him. “She’s going to hang out with us today and I don’t want you making her feel uncomfortable.”
Xander winced. Obviously, he’d been a complete bastard yesterday, if Hunter felt like he had to warn him not to be a total scumbag. He would never slut shame or sexually harass a woman.
