Pack Deception: Part Two, page 10
Maverick nods, speechless. “Why don’t you show our mate just how beautiful you think she is? Hmm?”
“Yes, sir,” Maverick responds before peeling my panties down my legs. Instead of tossing them somewhere on the bed, he brings them to his nose, sniffs them, and groans.
Mason snatches them from his hand. “Did I say you could enjoy yourself? To be clear. You don’t get to come until I say so.”
Maverick narrows his eyes at him but nods. “Yes, sir.” This one is through slightly clenched teeth, and it makes Mason cluck his tongue at him but wink at me out of the corner of his eye.
Rough, calloused hands grab my thighs and pull them as far apart as they’ll go. Maverick settles between them and, without any further prompting from Mason, licks a stripe up my core. My thighs start to tremble right away, but he holds them tighter and continues to eat me out until I feel myself building and building toward the edge.
“Stop,” Mason says right as I feel Maverick’s fingers at my core, and my orgasm slips away. I whimper and pout at Mason. I thought Maverick was the one he was punishing.
“Don’t look at me like that,” he laughs. “I thought Mav here might like to get his dick wet. Wouldn’t you rather come on him than his fingers?”
Heat travels through me. When he puts it like that… I nod and look down at Maverick. He’s staring at Mason like he knows exactly what game he’s playing at.
“You think I can’t hold off coming if she’s squeezing my dick?” There’s a challenge in his voice that Mason returns with an evil grin and a simple shrug.
“Spread those legs, sweets,” he growls, crawling closer. Without waiting for me to do as he says, he takes one thigh and wraps it around his hip while holding the other open. I barely feel him press the tip at my entrance before he thrusts inside me with one hard motion.
He’d worked me up far enough that slick was starting to drip from me, so he slid right in with no resistance. With my head thrown back and a silent scream coming from me, I barely register Mason crawling to the end of the bed and into my closet.
Maverick pulls back and thrusts back in. Without stopping, he continues to work his way in and out of me, and I feel myself building to the edge again. The sound of a cap opening draws my attention just as Maverick thumbs my clit.
“Goddess,” I moan. Then my eyes lock onto what Mason grabbed from my closet. Something I didn’t even know I had in there. Probably one of many gifts from my pack stashed in drawers I haven’t looked through yet. But he pulled out a small vibrating bullet and a tube of lube. There is already a nice amount of lube all over the bullet, and I watch as he turns it on.
The loud vibrations finally draw Maverick's attention, and his head whips around to where Mason is kneeling at his back.
“Bend over,” Mason says evenly.
A growl tears from Maverick’s chest. “You bastard. You and I both know I can’t hold off coming with that thing in my ass.”
There isn’t an ounce of apology in Mason’s eyes as he shrugs. “Not my problem. If you come without my permission, you don’t get to fuck either of us for a week.”
My mouth pops open in protest, but the look Mason gives me has it snapping shut. Evil. That’s what he is. But I’m not getting in the way of them right now.
“Now. Bend. Over.” Mason’s voice is still calm as he waits.
The look Maverick gives him is baleful, but he does as he’s instructed. He leans his chest over mine. I wrap both my legs around his hip, this time to give him more room to move his own legs. He ends up in what looks sort of like a downward dog position, still inside me, but the perfect view for Mason to slide in the bullet.
Maverick and I groan in unison when it’s pushed in. I can feel the vibrations through him, and he jerks, pushing harder into me. The knot at the base of his cock thickens, and I feel it nudging against me with every movement now.
And I want it. Even if he isn’t allowed to come. I’m feeling selfish enough at this moment not to care. The only thing I want is his knot locked into me.
So, I wait for my moment, watching his eyes go slightly unfocused as he loses himself in pleasure. Over and over, he drags his cock along my G-spot, my orgasm just on the cusp, and desperation takes over me.
The next time he pulls out, I lock my ankles in a good grip behind his back. Just as he pushes forward again, I pull at the same time with all the strength in my legs, and his knot locks into place.
“Fuck!” he shouts, punching the bed beside me as his body spasms, and we both come in unison. I can feel his cum leaking out of me as I pulse around him. Warmth travels through my whole body as wave after wave of pleasure spreads until I go limp with it.
Mason must have pulled the vibrator out when we locked together because a few seconds after my breathing comes back under control, the vibrating starts again. My whimper mixes with Maverick’s groan. His hips jolt forward as far as they can go while we’re locked together, and a mini orgasm rocks through me. The pulses are gentle in comparison, but they go on forever. Flutters pulse around Maverick’s cock, and sweat beads on his forehead, his teeth clench, and a vein pops out on his temple as he comes again, too.
“Tsk, tsk. I almost don’t even want to punish you for that, Mav. Clearly, our omega was feeling needy. But rules are rules.” He sighs like he truly does feel sorry for enforcing them. But then he pulls the bullet out, reaches his hand around Maverick, and scoops up a mixture of my slick and Maverick’s cum. That hand wraps around his dick. At some point, Mason got completely naked, and here he is. Stroking his erection with our combined juices. Lubing himself up.
“I’m feeling magnanimous, though. We’ll say three days instead of a week,” he groans as he pushes himself into Maverick. As he bottoms out, Maverick gets pushed further into me.
“Fuck. So tight,” he groans, looking up at the ceiling. Veins pop out of his neck as he clenches his teeth so hard I hear them grinding together. “Whose ass is this?” Mason grunts.
Maverick looks me right in the eyes, his own hazy with pleasure. But he doesn’t say a word. A sharp slap sounds through the room, and Maverick propels into me again.
“I said.”
Thrust.
“Whose.”
Thrust.
“Ass.”
Thrust.
“Is.”
Thrust.
“This?” His growl is so deep and guttural that I thought it came from Maverick for a second. Betas don’t make sounds like that.
“Yours!” Maverick shouts. His abs clenching as he comes again. Sweat is beading everywhere on his body now. His chest and shoulders are glistening, and I watch a droplet fall from his temple down into his scruff. The muscles in his arms give out, and his weight falls on me.
Mason doesn’t stop the steady rhythm he’s picked up. Fucking over and over into his alpha which makes Maverick’s sweaty chest slide up and down my breasts. The friction on my nipples is enough to start stimulating me again.
My core starts clenching around Maverick. In lazy movements, he snakes his hand between our bodies and rubs tight, fast circles on my clit. Not thirty seconds later, I detonate around him. He must squeeze reflexively, too, because a second later, Mason shouts out his own orgasm.
Mason pulls out of Maverick, gives him a sweet kiss on his back, and flops down on the bed beside me. Heavy breathing is all the noise that can be heard in my nest, the three of us not talking for a few minutes. All the while, Maverick stays locked inside me and lying on my chest. It’s actually a comforting weight, having him lay on me. Like a de-stresser.
Finally, Maverick’s knot deflates, and he pulls out, dropping onto my other side. In unison, they both roll onto their side and drape an arm over me. It makes me laugh. Once I start, I can’t seem to stop. A fit of laughter overtakes me, thinking about what just happened. My fun-loving, goofy beta just topped Maverick, my stoic, always serious alpha. And it was some of the hottest sex I’ve ever had.
A stitch forms in my side from laughing too hard.
“What’s so funny, sweets?” Maverick whispers, half-asleep. I shake my head, holding my breath and thinking about work and old ladies in their underwear to stop my fit. Eventually, I settle down, acknowledging internally that I’m probably slap-happy and should get some sleep.
“Nothing. That was just…amazing,” I chuckle again.
“It was. Thank you, babe.” Mason agrees, thanking Maverick.
“You’re welcome. Am I forgiven now?” Maverick laughs, and I raise my eyebrow at the both of them. It’s Mason who explains.
“I don’t get to take charge very often. Mav is more dominant, but he lets me explore my dominant side sometimes. Usually when he wants something or is trying to grovel.”
Ahhhhhh.
“So does that mean he’s allowed to have sex the next three days?”
“No.” They say at the same time, making me laugh again. A yawn slips free at the end of it.
“Get some sleep. I love you,” Maverick says, but it sounds like he’s saying it to both Mason and me.
“Love you both,” Mason says back, nuzzling my neck, scent-marking me.
Neither of them push me to say it back, but I don’t have that sinking sensation in my stomach anymore stopping me from saying it.
There is just one thing…
“Let me out,” I tap on their arms. They release me immediately. I rummage around in the nest of blankets for something quick to throw on so I’m not running around the house naked. Not that I think anyone would mind, but we do have security in the basement. No part of me wants Wells, Damien, or Houston seeing my business.
“Where are you going?” Mason leans up on one elbow, frowning worriedly at me. I blow him a quick, reassuring kiss after throwing on what looks like Maverick’s shirt. It falls to just above my knees.
“I’ll be right back. Promise. Don’t take my spot,” I warn, pointing at both of them. They can cuddle when they’re in their rooms. But in my nest, I’m getting the cozy spot. Yeah, call me a selfish omega.
See if I care.
Out the door, I tiptoe down the hall until I get to Hudson’s room. A few raps on the door, and me calling his name, and nothing. Crickets. So I open it a peek and poke my head in. Gentle snores reach my ear.
I think about turning around and letting him get his rest, but then rethink it. No way he gets mad at being woken up for this. In fact, I’d bet he’d be upset in the morning if I didn’t. I walk up to his bedside. “Hudson,” I whisper.
Nothing.
“Hudson,” I say a little louder, tapping his shoulder. He rouses slowly, eyes searching the darkness before they focus on me.
“Hey, pretty girl. What’s wrong?” I have to tell my vagina to settle down at the raspy quality in his voice. As if she didn’t just get very satisfied. Always ready for her mates, it seems.
“Nothing. I just wanted to tell you goodnight.” I lean down and press a kiss to his lips. His hands dart out to hold either side of my face. His tongue licks at my lips, and I open for him automatically.
He tastes sweet, like his orange blossom scent, and he pulls me on top of him so I’m straddling his waist. But I pull back rather than grind down on the impressive erection I feel nestled against my thigh already. This night is about Maverick and Mason. Mustn't get distracted.
“Mmm mmm. Nope. I have to get back,” I tell him, to which he responds with a really cute pouty lip. I chuckle, shaking my head, and hop off the bed.
I’m all the way at the door to his bedroom, about to shut it behind me, when I poke my head back in. “Hey, Hudson.”
“Yeah, pretty girl?” he asks, grinning at me propped up against his headboard with his arms tucked behind his head. Naked chest on full display.
“I love you,” I grin at him.
His jaw drops right along with his arms before a brilliant smile stretches across his face. “I know,” he winks at me, and I laugh, closing the door behind me.
Back in my nest, Mason and Maverick–the sweethearts–did, in fact, leave me my space between them. They also both fell asleep while I was gone. So I snuggle in between them, pull a blanket up under my chin, and join them.
Twelve
Summer
“I’m headed out for lunch,” Jerrick says as he walks out of his office, shutting the door behind him.
“Sounds good.” I nod and get ready to clock out for my own. When Jerrick goes to lunch, that’s usually when I take mine. Except, because of recent circumstances, I agreed to pack my lunch for the foreseeable future and eat in the office.
“Want to join me?” he asks.
“Oh, no, thank you. I’m all set,” I say, pulling my lunch box from the bottom drawer of my desk and showing it to him.
After he heads out, I open my lunch right there at my desk. Screw walking to the small break room with two tables that are always full. At least I’ll be able to catch up on some reading here without any distractions. Just as I hit the button to clock out, my work phone rings. Every part of me wants to send it to voicemail. Technically, I am not here. But at the same time, it could be an important call, and I am right here.
With a sigh, I grab the phone and pull it to my ear. Holding it there by my shoulder, I open my lunch box at the same time and greet whoever is on the other line. “Jerrick Price’s office.”
Static crackles through the phone. I frown and repeat myself.
After a few more seconds of silence, I’m about to hang up. “I’m sorry, but I can’t hear anything. Try calling back.” Just as I start to pull the phone away from my ear, a feminine, smug-sounding laugh comes through.
Every part of me freezes. Every muscle from my neck down to my toes is locked up tight, and there’s a ringing in my ears. Dark spots appear in my vision, and I vaguely register I’m on the verge of a panic attack.
Because I know that laugh. It’s not one I would likely forget.
“Jade,” I breathe.
“Awe, I knew you couldn’t forget me. No matter how hard you’ve been trying, little mate.” The violence underlying her words is impossible to miss.
Despite it, despite all the warning bells going off in my head telling me not to provoke her, I can’t stop myself from hissing, “I am not your mate. I’m not any of your mates.”
The laughter cuts off, making my blood run cold. “Those bite marks on your body say different, bitch. No matter what you say, you’re ours.”
The noises around the office–the clicking of fingers on keyboards and the thrum of conversation–filter in like noise underwater. But I raise my head from the floor, and my eyes unfocus enough that I lock eyes with Houston in reception. My face must give me away because he stands from his seat and walks through the glass doors separating reception from the rest of the floor, making his way toward me at a brisk pace. Almost a run.
“You think that security guard will be able to save you? As if we’d actually be discouraged by a group of disgraced rent-a-cops. You’ll be back in our house soon, darling. And you’ll bear your punishment in silence.” With that parting line, the call drops just as Houston takes the phone from my hand. Numbly, I let him, not putting up an ounce of fight.
On par with his persona, he doesn’t say a word. Just listens through the receiver for a second, sighs, and then hangs up and looks at me for an explanation. Quickly, I explain what she said, and he nods when I’ve finished.
“I’ll make some calls to a few tech friends we’ve got. See if there is a way to trace a call after it’s been made. We may not have any luck, though. I’ll also have them look into the security cameras in the office. They must have found a way to tap into one. There’s no other way she would have seen me coming. This floor is secure. So just go about the rest of your day like it didn’t happen. I’ll let you know what I hear.” Then he pivots and walks back to reception, phone already at his ear by the time he reaches his chair again.
Go about my day.
As if. There is no way I’m eating at my desk now. I go to grab my lunch box and stop when I see how badly my hand is shaking. I squeeze them both into tight fists to stop the trembling, close my eyes, and take a deep breath. When I’m somewhat back in control, and the nerves are no longer shooting through my body at a rapid pace, I snatch my lunchbox and head to a break room.
The first one is full, as I expected. The other assistants are all gathered around the two tables, whispering and laughing without a care in the world. I hustle on through the mostly empty hallway until I come to the second break room. It’s at the end of the floor where there aren’t a lot of cubicles. So, when I get there, one table is occupied by a few men I recognize from the IT department, but the other is open. I settle in an empty seat and pull out the contents that Brooklyn was sweet enough to pack for me. She said she woke up really early–on account of sleeping on the couch–and made chili for all of us to take today. They’re all eating packed lunches for the time being, as well.
In solidarity.
I tried to tell them it was sweet but not necessary. They insisted. But as I pull off the lid to my thermos and take a bite, I hardly register the stinging heat or the savory flavors. The chili tastes like little more than ash on my tongue.
I’m just finishing my lunch when I see Jerrick walk past the doorway of the break room. I pack my things and follow after him back to my desk. Confusion ripples through me when I see him open his office, grab his backpack, and walk right back out, shutting the door behind him again.
“Oh. Hey, Summer. Great. I caught you.” I set my things on my desktop.
“Are you heading back out? I didn’t see any meetings on your schedule this afternoon.” I chew my lip, worried I missed something.
He chuckles. “No, I didn’t have anything on the schedule. I’m taking a personal day for the rest of the afternoon. Something came up. But Brandon said he’s dipping into Doherty’s manuscript when he gets back from lunch. So you can head to his office and shadow him the rest of the day. Cool?”
Hope fills my chest. “What about your phones?” If I didn’t have to worry about every incoming call the rest of the day, stressing that every call would be Jade on the other line. Or Connor or Brody. It would be a huge boon.
