“What do you say?” She asked the question without clarifying. She didn’t have to; Tessa knew Dixon’s proclivities in the bedroom.
“I say what the hell took you so long,” he breathed out in a deep, raspy voice.
The air clouded with our heady scents, mingling and making me feel blissfully lightheaded. The room seemed to tilt from it, the world knocked off its axis. My heart raced. My body buzzed. God, it was better than any high. I could float in it for a goddamn century. Dixon's eyes went dark, that feral gleam I knew so well flickering to life as he stared at Tessa putting on the harness. Mac moved behind her, securing it in place.
"Fuck," Ryder breathed from across the room, his hand around his cock, the boxers gone. He watched our Omega with an intensity that made my own pulse spike. I shifted, tossing the throw aside and standing up. I suddenly felt like the luckiest bastard alive to have a front-row seat to whatever was about to unfold. Hell, I didn’t even care if I got to be involved… though if I did, I was going to be sucking Dixon off as Tessa took him from behind. Jesus. Christ. I was about to come just at the thought. To have him explode into my mouth as she fucked him? I’d dreamed about that shit.
Dixon dropped to his knees in front of Tessa, his hand raising to slide a finger down her exposed folds. The harness didn’t obstruct her pussy. When he pulled away, his fingers were coated with slick. He licked it off, looking up at Tessa with overwhelming eagerness. She leaned over, taking his chin between two fingers.
“I want to be part of everything you enjoy,” she murmured, eyes locked with his. “Everything,” she looked up, gazing at us all, “youallenjoy.”
She lowered herself to the ground in front of Dixon. He closed the gap between them and kissed her hungrily. Feeling like I might explode, I padded over to a cabinet that held flavored lubricants and other sundries. I snagged the ultra, no scent. Friction was good sometimes, but not at the start. Seconds later, I was kneeling on the floor next to them. Mac and Ryder stood hovering over, hands stroking themselves slowly.
“Here,” I gave Tessa the lube. “Be generous.”
Her eyes widened, but she nodded. She was in unfamiliar territory, but the sheer fact she wanted to walk this path meant the damn world.To Dixon, especially. I turned my attention over to my pack brother, whom I loved so fucking much.
“Want to fly solo?” He knew what I meant. Did he want Tessa fucking him by herself, or did he want dual pleasure?
“Just to start,” he growled, eyes already glazed over as if he was imagining what was about to happen and it was so damn good that he couldn’t focus. At his words, I moved slightly away, getting comfortable so I could self-pleasure while watching. Ryder moved behind Tessa, whispering something to her. After she nodded, he snagged a fat pillow to elevate his head, then positioned himself beneath her, face aligned with her pussy. His legs stretched away from her and Dixon so as not to impede their movements. Mac became my mirror on the other side of our three pack members, stroking himself and waiting for an opportunity.
Tessa dripped lube down the crack of Dixon’s ass, spreading it generously and dipping her finger inside of his opening. Dixon’s lashes fluttered against the sensation. When she sunk into him, pushing inch by inch, he moaned. Ryder dug his fingers into Tessa’s hips as she moved back and forth, encouraging her thrusting. He lifted his head from the rug so he could lick her most intimate, dripping-with-slick parts. He let Tessa’s moving body do most of the work. Mac shifted closer, ducking his head against Tessa’s chest and pulling one of her nipples into his mouth. She groaned as the dual sensation Mac and Ryder offered her sent waves of pleasure through her body. After a few minutes of Tessa pumping the dildo into Dixon, he glanced over at me. His eyes were still unfocused, a peaceful slackness taking over his face. The slightest nod was my signal.
I crawled over, cock hard as a rock, and I laid beneath his shifting body so that I could pull his dick into my mouth. It was already salty with precum. I sucked him off deeply, no reservations. I raised my body higher; I took him down to the base, feeling his tip slam into the back of my throat.
My brain echoed the same words I’d thought only a short time ago.
What a time to be alive.
51
MAC
MONTHS LATER…
Once,I was focused and methodical in everything I did.
I brushed my teeth for the recommended length of time—two minutes, engaging every tooth, ensuring I swiped the gum line in all places. If there was a rational pattern for performing an activity, I would follow along like my life depended on it. Step one. Step two. Step three. Until the end. When I followed recipes in the kitchen, I read everything twice. I measured each ingredient, then put the pantry items back in their designated positions. Before mixing anything together, I double checked the order of things. The oven was preheating. The eggs were brought to room temperature. If it needed to be pre-chilled, it was resting in the fridge.
I was the voice of reason.
The nag when my pack brothers were being too reckless.
Dependable, motherly Mac.
These days? I found myself increasingly able to just let it all go. Be in the moment. Enjoy every second. If I wanted to try something stupid, I didn’t second-guess. If I changed my mind, I allowed myself grace. I stopped walking on eggshells, stopped worrying I was sinning just by living.
Tessa was beside me, so close that her scent clouded around me. The short, powder blue sun dress was riding up her legs as she leaned over. Having her near was like having a constant source of dopamine. Her shoulder brushed mine as we both studied the static recipe on one tablet. A video was paused on a second next to it, ready to show us tips and secrets for the perfect outcome.
“Why are we doing this again?” Dixon grumbled, eyeing all the random ingredients still in their containers and bags. No pre-measuring. No organizing to make it simpler. Just culinary chaos. “Soufflé is an overrated pain in the ass. I said as much the first time we tried this experiment.”
“I want to try again,” Tessa said playfully, padding over to Dixon and lifting her hand to gently push away the creases on his forehead. Her Omega perfume followed her, wafting in her wake, kissing against my skin. She centered me just by existing.
“So, stop scowling and start smiling. Besides, remember what happened last time?” She put her hands on her hips, challenging him to recall.
At that, Dixon grinned like a kid who just got away with raiding the cookie jar.
“Exactly,” Tessa laughed, reading his mind. “Even if the soufflé is a shit-show, dessert will still be delicious.”
