Damn. It’s clear Pack Mayor is an all or nothing kind of group. As in, if you fuck with my people, you’re dead to them. My stepbrothers need to get their shit together soon.
As if I called them to me with my thoughts, the doorbell rings. I can feel their presence at the front door, and my gaze moves in that direction.
“I’ll go answer, even though we all know who that is,” Silas drawls, standing up.
He’s back two minutes later, his lips twisted in both amusement and annoyance.
“Your pack would like proof of life,” he says.
“Nico knows I’m alive,” I grunt, rolling my eyes as I stand. “The dramatic shit can tell it through our bond.”
“I’m going to be nosy,” he says, leaning against the dining room entryway. “Why didn’t he bring you with him the other day?”
“I typically don’t attend meetings, as a throwback to when my stepfather was alive. The less people know about me, the less likely people will use my existence against my stepbrothers.”
“What a mafia thing to say,” Easton mutters. “We aren’t the type of people who use their omegas against them. It’s understandable Nico would be cautious if that’s his experience though.”
Leaving the room to continue planning, I answer the door, stepping outside to find Nico, Dario, and Ciro standing there. There are no words as Nico steps forward to smash his lips against mine. His fingers fist my hair, while his other hand grabs my ass to keep me in place. Whining, I feel my asshole slicking before Dario pulls me away from his brother.
His cock is rock hard in his pants as he grinds himself against my dick. There’s no room to breathe as he steals the oxygen from my lungs with his deep, soulful kisses.
“As you can see, absence indeed makes the heart grow fonder, Pablo,” Ciro croons, smirking as he steals me away last. “I want a kiss and then a report. I’m not against blowing you on the sidewalk for it.”
My cock jumps as Ciro kisses me, his hand fondling me through my sweatpants. I don’t see it as manipulation, because I can feel how much Nico missed me, and his brothers are showing me with their exuberant hellos.
“You’re riling me up, I may demand a blow job anyway,” I pout breathlessly as we come up for air.
“We missed you,” Nico says unrepentantly. “It’s been days, and we haven’t had you in our bed.”
“I don’t like sleeping alone anymore,” Dario grumbles. “I should spank you for not at least yelling goodbye as you left.”
“I was afraid…”
“We need to do better than this,” he sighs. “The reason we were going to give you a ride is because we have one car at the moment, and even Nico rarely goes anywhere alone. We’re co-dependent fuckers.”
“Which is often misunderstood to be overprotective and overbearing assholes,” Ciro mutters.
“Maybe it’s good for you to be here,” Dario says, making a face. “Have you been able to talk with Verona?”
“Yes,” I say, taking a step back. They smell sinfully good, and I can tell why Rosa is using her alpha pheromone blockers. It’s hard to think when I’m obsessed as it is. “I told her she could reject me.”
“Pablo.”
My stepbrothers stare at me in horror, while I open my hands helplessly.
“I have two alphas and a beta who are happy I’m theirs,” I begin. “It feels wrong and greedy to hold onto someone who may not want me. Thankfully, it didn’t backfire and we’re figuring it out.”
“Thank god,” Nico mutters. “You have a flair for the dramatic,tesoro.”
“I’m starting to realize this,” I chuckle. “Are you feeling better?”
“I am. It’s one of the reasons we came over. I didn’t want to pull anyone’s attention from Rosa if she wasn’t feeling well.”
My alpha has his non-selfish moments. He’s a really good person, if a little mixed up.
“The withdrawals are better. That’s what you were feeling.”
I know my stepbrothers well enough to tell that they know what I mean by “withdrawals” as anger glows in their eyes.
