His hand circles my cock again, stroking with dedicated insistence, and I tip over the edge. I paint the cushions in front of us with my cum, and Brooks pulses inside me, emptying himself with a low, satisfied groan.
I slump against him and he shuffles over a few feet, then lowers me to the soft mattress and slowly pulls out of my ass. A warm cloth swipes up the cum dribbling down my leg, and I twitch as he wipes over sensitive nerves.
“So good,” he murmurs, one big hand rubbing back and forth on my hip. “Our perfect beta and omega.”
“That’s right,” Vee says. “More than we could have ever asked for.”
I force my heavy eyelids open to see Sage looking like she’s passed out in Vee’s arms. Neveah kneels, carrying Sage and placing her next to me. Then she stands to grab some blankets and pillows from where they’re strewn about the nest, tucking us in and settling next to Sage.
Brooks lays down on my other side, pulls me flush against his chest, then drapes his arm over both me and Sage so his palm is resting on Vee’s hip. Sage wiggles in her sleep, settling in between all of us, and Vee hums a satisfied purr in her chest as she closes her eyes.
A soft sort of contentment washes over me as we all drift to sleep.
A sense of rightness, as my world settles into place.
Chapter Sixty-Eight
Neveah
Trying to wrangle this pack out the door is like trying to herd cats. I sigh, folding my arms over my chest as I lean against the kitchen doorway, waiting for the unlikely possibility of them sorting themselves out.
“I really think we should match,” Riley says, for possibly the seventeenth time.
“We don’t have anything matching,” Brooks replies, endlessly patient. “You’ve already looked. Petal, do you need another snack before we go?”
I get the impulse, I really do, but he’s already shoved food into her hands three times today and it’s not even eleven am. She does not need another snack.
“Ugh,” Sage groans at the thought. “Please, no. If I eat one more thing I’ll throw up.”
“You have a lot of blue, though! Blue could match if Sage and I?—”
“Here,” Brooks interrupts, shoving a bottle of juice into Sage’s hands and a second one into Riley’s.
“What am I going to do with this? We’re stopping forcoffee,” Riley protests, setting the juice on the counter. “It would be so cute, though! What if we swing by the mall first?”
Sage surreptitiously steps behind him, setting hers down as well. Her eyes slide to mine and she freezes when she sees me watching, her empty hand only halfway back to her body. My lips tilt up on one side as I smirk, then I slowly raise my hand.
Her eyes dart to it and watch as I curl one finger, beckoning her to me. She meets my eyes again, swallowing hard, and then obediently stumbles over to me.
So cute, my sweet little omega.
“Good girl,” I murmur, relishing the flush that spreads over her skin. “Get your shoes on for me, yeah?”
“Yes, alpha,” she replies, just the right amount of breathless.
Brooks is clearly giving into Riley’s shenanigans, if Riley unbuttoning Brooks’ shirt is any indication of how that conversation is going. I roll my eyes.
This alpha is hopeless.
I stalk into the kitchen and slide my hand into Riley’s short hair, then curl my fingers into a fist so I can grip it. He stills under my touch, fingers frozen against Brooks’ chest, not daring to so much as breathe.
I tug on his hair, slowly tipping his head back until his bite-covered neck is bared to me. Then I lean down to whisper in his ear.
“Are you deliberately delaying us for any particular reason, Sour Patch? Or do you simply need more attention?”
His blue eyes attempt to jump to mine, but he can’t quite make eye contact with the angle I’m holding his head. I nip his ear, sending goosebumps down his neck to disappear under the loose collar of his shirt.
“Have we been neglecting you?” I murmur. “Answer me.”
