“Fuck, I need you, too.” He pulls at the hem of my leggings, then rips them off in one fierce movement. I blink and he’s naked too.
He has such a stunning body—compact but strong and soft in all the right places. I spread my legs wider, desperate to have him inside me. But he doesn’t enter me right away. He settles on top of my body, his cock pushing against my folds.
“I’ve waited so long for this,” he whispers. “I know you tended to me during my…” He trails off, and I cup his face.
“This is our first time,” I say, meaning it. “There are no pheromones. No alphas. No mindless lust driving us. It’s you and me…for the first time.” I nod, and a sweet smile fills his face.
“I love you, Autry.” His eyes close and his lips press against mine as he slips inside me.
He makes love to me gently.
No frenzy or animalistic programming.
Just tender affection, as he loves me in the warmth of our shared nest.
The Country Club
Rhett
I sinkthe last putt on the eighteenth green and offer Jannis a tight, practiced smile as he lets out another booming laugh—louder than necessary and entirely unearned.
“Hell of a game, Rhett!” he bellows, slapping me on the back like we’ve survived a war together, and not spent four hours chasing a tiny ball under a merciless sun.
“Yeah,” I say, already reaching for my towel. “Good match.”
It wasn’t. He cheated on hole six, miscounted his strokes twice, and I haven’t cared about the wind speed since the third tee. I want to go home.
I nod politely as Jannis drones on about his handicap and the "damn caddies these days," but my thoughts are already back at the house with my pack.
Things have been a little weird since Charlie’s heat. I know he’s still settling, and Myrick says to give him time, but I still worry about him and Autry. Omegas aren’t known to be good with sharing their mates.
But at least things seem to be going well with Oli. The young alpha is doing a better job than I expected. He’s still a cocky little shit, but since the mating, something about him has changed. He carries himself differently. There’s weight behind him now. The fucker still has that arrogant tilt to his head, but it’s like he finally knows what he could lose if he screws this up.
And I’m almost sure he and Myrick fooled around last night.
I heard Myrick humming in the kitchen this morning, whichneverhappens unless he’s gotten off or organized the spice rack alphabetically. I’m not mad.
I’m really not.
We’re a pack now. We all belong together. Connections are going to form. Bonds. Affection. Touch. I’m not naïve enough to think I’m the only one they’ll want.
But I’m still struggling to get used to the idea. Especially with Autry for some reason. The idea of Oli looking at her the way he looks at Charlie or Myrick? It scratches something deep and primal in me. Something old. Something that doesn’t want toshare.
Maybe it’s because she’s unmated.
Hopefully, that'll change once I get my mark on her throat.
It’s a completely different space to have and I’m struggling—watching the people you love, want to love each other. It’s beautiful. And fucking hard.
Still, as long as Oli keeps his canines out of her neck—and Myrick’s, for that matter—I’ll breathe through the discomfort. I’ll give him time. Let their love bloom the way it’s meant to.
“Scotch?” Jannis asks as we reach the clubhouse. It’s tooearly in the day for scotch, but I’ll do what I have to to close this fucking deal.
“That sounds like heaven.” I force a smile as we step inside the country club’s air-conditioned lobby.
I immediately catch sight of Myrick lounging near the marble-topped bar, sunk deep into one of the velvet chairs like he owns the place. His hair’s still damp, swept back from his forehead in that artfully lazy way that says he walked out of a massage and doesn’t give a shit how ruffled he looks.
Fuck, I love him.
