The old me would have worried about being too rough, too eager. Would have second-guessed every movement. But the way she arched beneath me, the way her hands reached for whatever part of me shecould touch—making Ryder work around her desperation—told me everything I needed to know.
I slammed in and out faster. With wild abandon. My head fell back as I groaned, trying to hold on, trying not to give into the reward so easily. But I was already so close. Dammit. I wanted to make it last.I felt my knot swelling inside of her. I couldn’t stop the explosive force, my seed spilling and sensation assaulting me.
She reached one hand down to touch herself, making Ryder fully move and shift his attention from her breasts to his own engorged dick. He stood off to the side, watching the show until he could get back on stage. Tessa’s fingers slowly circled, keeping herself revved.
Shit, I hated I climaxed so fast—when I wanted it to last, when I wanted to savor it. It was just too easy to get out of my own head now, too easy to give into the release. I knew it was a good thing. Wonderful, actually. But too fast. Just too fast to satisfy me.
"Mac," Tessa breathed my name like a prayer, and I felt something crack open in my chest. It didn’t matter that I’d already finished, that the knot already locked us together so I couldn’t keep sinking in and out of her. All that mattered was the way she said my name. The entire world had compressed down to the way her eyes watched me as she rubbed herself towards euphoria.
When my lens expanded, and I could see the rest of the room again, I didn’t see a mess.I only saw a family.
A family with an insatiable appetite for one another.
Tray moved nearer, stroking himself while watching us, his eyes dark with arousal. Ryder wasn’t satisfied with himself for very long, choosing to move back to Tessa. He gripped her hand, pulling it away from her pussy, and he took over. My gaze found Dixon by the fridge, knocking back an Alpha tonic and working himself hard again.
When my dick’s bundle of nerves relaxed, and my body released hers, I moved to let Tray take my place. I didn’t go far. Just to the counter behind me. I leaned there, watching the wonder that was my Omega and my best friends.
Before sinking into Tessa’s body, Tray swiped fingers up herpussy—now wet with not only her juices, but my own—and then shoved his damp digits slowly between his lips. He never took his eyes off her face as he did it. He let her know that he was an equal opportunist when it came to tasting our pack.
Ryder worked her clit faster with one hand and wrapped his other hand around her throat. Carefully applying pressure, carefully squeezing. Tessa’s mouth fell open in a silent scream as an orgasm built.
The moment the wave crashed down on her, and that silent scream became audible, Tray pushed his large cock into her opening.
Ryder didn’t give Tessa a break, he worked her relentlessly, tracing circles over that oh-so-sensitive spot.
Dixon was moving back into the fray now, ready for round two.
Fuck, I loved these people.
My pack. My family. My forever.
Here, no one would ever call me a sinner. Here, no one would ever punish me for not being good enough.
Here, there was only acceptance.
And love.
52
DIXON
MONTHS LATER…
Jesus,I still hated mornings.
Surprisingly, I still loved the gym.
Working out used to be the only time my brain calmed down, when it stopped reenacting all my terrible choices, violent behavior, and cutting words. That was before Tessa, when I was fighting my baser nature. Fighting, and losing. Now, the gym wasn’t a sanctuary, it was mine and Tessa’s special space.
Things changed so fast. Not always for the better. But this time, it had changed for the very fucking best.
The others didn’t mind that we’d gotten in the habit of working out as a duo. We all had our private rituals with her.
Tray studied with her, because she’d made him stick to his college commitment. They laughed, made note cards. She urged him to do better and often used her feminine wiles to encourage the effort. It was a very ‘sexy tutor, lazy student’ dynamic.
Mac had gotten her matching aprons a week or so ago. They’d not tried soufflé a third time, but they’d tackled random dishes like her mother’s bolognese, homemade sourdough, Basque cheesecake. I’d caught them fucking atop a disaster of flour the day they’d attemptedsome special sour cream cake recipe. Tray walked in after me, made a joke about loving ‘pound cake’ and then he’d dragged me away from the show.
And Ryder hadfinallyconvinced Tessa to sing with him. She kept saying she should only sing in the shower, with shampoo and body wash for an audience, but I’d passed the downstairs studio the other day when she was practicing the chorus of a fresh song we were working on. Fucking angelic. Almost broke into their solo time to hear her better. They wouldn’t have been mad, but I knew how much I cherished my moments alone with her. We all deserved that.
