He walked around the sunken couch. “Yes, but it's your space.” He sat down beside me, and I could see him fighting not to pull me into his arms. So I did us both a favor and just climbed into his lap. He wrapped me up, and he smelled so comforting, like fresh linen and sunshine. I rested my head against his chest, listening to his heartbeat, which was considerably slower than the ones from earlier.
“Do you want to talk about it?”
I closed my eyes. “No. Yes. I don’t mean to bring down the mood.”
He stroked my hair and I nearly purred. “We’ve had a lifetime to understand and come to terms about how things happen in Manix culture. This is all new to you. We understand.”
Yeah, him being understanding? It made me feel even more like an asshole. “I don’t know. Is this how men feel? Like connected but disconnected? I guess I’m conditioned to think that if I had children, I’d be the one growing them inside me, and now I kind of feel like I’ve been robbed.” I sighed, and my cheeks flushed red. “I think I’m jealous.”
Ellar burst out laughing. “Wait until he’s so huge that he waddles. You won’t be so jealous then.” I snorted but I didn’t agree. He grabbed my chin and lifted my face until I was looking at him. “You will definitely have that too, Naja. As soon as you want, but you shouldn’t let your crazy hormones decide.” He raised an eyebrow. “Though if it’s not your hormones and it's really what you want, I’m happy to provide you with a solution right now,” he purred, waggling his eyebrows.
I slapped his arm, but the idea didn’t horrify me as much as it had three weeks ago. It was the fact that itdidn’thorrify me that actually made me scared. I was getting too comfortable, and my heart was all like, why not? They are sweet, protective, and loyal. My vagina felt the need to get in on the argument and add that they were also hot as fuck. They were all different, but all had the same underlying values that matched mine.
They were perfect, and I was worried that one day, after they’d had all the kids they wanted, they’d wake up and realize I was a fucking mess. Even my baggage had baggage. I was one of those Russian dolls, but with issues. There were issues inside my issues. One day the Pack would decide that I wasn’t worth the drama.
“Ah, Omega, stop it. I can see your mind working overtime. I can even guess what you’re thinking because I’ve been there too. You know what it was like to be a half-blood Beta in one of the most powerful Manix packs ever to exist? Gatlin is a crazy strong Alpha, and Finlo is his match in every way. Seven is such an overpowered Beta that it took two of the strongest Alphas in Maxton to accept him. Raiden? The Omega son of a General? May as well have been a fucking Prince.” He shook his head, like he still couldn’t believe Raiden had chosen their Pack. “Then there is me? I’m such a weak Beta that I’d be a liability in a fight. I’m a half-blood. I don’t know if you noticed, but Maxton is like the whitest place in the universe because they basically bred within the species for the last century. There are old timers who hate me, just because I’m proof that not all Manix hold to their high standards. I understand what its like to feel like you bring nothing but problems to a Pack, but I’m here to tell you, Naja, we don’t fucking care.” He kissed me softly. “We don’t care that you have a past that's chasing you.” Another kiss. “We don’t care about your heritage, or your status as an Omega, or that you have a kid.” He kissed me between each statement. “The fact you are a female Omega is what led us to you, but it isn’t why we want you to stay. We want you to stay because of you. Because you are funny.”
A throat cleared at the door. “And sexy.” Seven was here too, apparently.
“Fierce,” someone yelled from downstairs. Raiden, I thought.
“Intelligent,” Finlo shouted from outside, and it hit me how fantastic their hearing really was.
“You’re the queen we’ve been searching for. The missing piece in our Pack. That’s why we want you to stay,” Gatlin said from behind Seven.
Ellar wiped at my cheeks, and I realized I was crying. “Thank you.”
Seven strode into the nest. “Okay, El, you made her cry. I think I can do this thing with my tongue that will make her happy again.’
I laughed even as I sniffed, but Seven made good on his statement as he fell to his knees in front of me, his lips tilted up into a cheeky grin. I cupped his cheeks. “I mean it. Thank you,” I said to Seven, but I met all their eyes.
Seven rested his cheek against my palm, then turned his face and nipped at my thumb. “You can thank me by screaming my name. Now lie back and enjoy the ride.”
32
Seven
Ididn’t often think about death, except in an abstract way. Like, if I was going to die, it was going to be in battle, in a blaze of glory, blood on my claws and victory in my heart.
I’d changed my mind, though. Now if I was going to die, I was going to die because I suffocated while my girl rode my face, panting my name like she couldn’t draw enough air. I gripped her thighs, pulling her down so I could go deeper.
Fucking heaven. I’m pretty sure if there was a Valhalla, the VIP area was set aside for people who died fucking. Finally, her release spread across my face and I lapped it up like it was the true elixir of life. Ellar was sucking my cock, and the combination of her taste on my tongue and Ellar’s lips suctioning around my dick was enough to give a man an aneurysm. Someone plucked Naja off my face and I heard the distinct sound of Gatlin’s groan. I turned my head to see him pulling her onto his lap, impaling her on his dick, chasing her orgasm and coaxing her into another. I wrapped my hand in Ellar’s hair, those fucking glorious locks that were made to be fisted. I tugged him off before I blew, because I wasn’t done yet, no matter how amazing El’s blowjobs were.
He looked up, his lips swollen and his grin self-satisfied. The cheeky fuck knew how wild he drove me and made it his mission in life to swallow my sanity down his pretty throat. I turned his head so we could both watch Gatlin slide our pretty Omega up and down his dick.
He had her hair bundled up and fisted in his hand, her neck bare so he could suck the skin on the column of her throat. His eyes flashed to mine and I could see his Beast just there, riding him hard.
He wanted to mark her, wanted to bite her and make her part of our Pack forever. His control was tenuous, and I scooted back up the couch and crawled over to him. I grabbed his chin and pulled his lips toward me, kissing him hard. He couldn’t do something he’d regret if he was too busy trying to top me with his tongue. I bit his lip and he growled, making me grin against his mouth.
“Holy fuck, that is so damn hot,” Naja gasped, riding Gatlin faster, her perfect tits bouncing. I dragged my lips from Gatlin and stuck my face between their bodies, taking her nipple in my mouth and sucking hard. “Oh fuck, oh god, I’m coming,” she squealed, and I bit down so there was a little bit of pain with all that pleasure.
Gatlin grunted, probably from the grip of her perfect little pussy. He buried his face in her neck and wrapped both arms around her waist, holding her hard to his body, his body shaking as he came.
They both collapsed, and Ellar and I searched her neck for a mate mark but it seemed our Alpha had resisted. Thank fuck. That would be hard as hell to explain. Gatlin slumped back against the cushions, Naja pressed to his chest. I curled myself around their hip, so I was eye to eye with Naja and eye to, well nipple, with Gatlin.
“Feeling better?” Ellar asked, his dick achingly hard, though he didn’t seem to mind. That was Ellar in a nutshell. A giver until the end. I’d heard what he’d said earlier to Naja, about how he felt in the beginning. I know he didn’t still feel like that, because you’d have to be blind and stupid not to see how much we loved him. He was the one person we all felt comfortable being vulnerable with, where we were all free to be ourselves. I mean, we were like that with the whole Pack, but Ellar had no expectations for your designation, your Alpha level, nothing. When you were with Ellar, you were just a man, not a Manix.
I grabbed him into my arms so we were chest to chest, kissing him softly. I filled it with all the love I’d always struggled to express, but I knew Ellar understood. He kissed me back with just as much tenderness.
