Cooper pounded into me through my orgasm, dragging it out until I was a whimpering mess, before he collapsed against my back, groaning his own release.
“I thought after a month I’d stop coming like I’m a teenage boy with no self-control, but you undo me, Kit,” he murmured, licking the sweat from my spine, and maybe a little of Corvin’s cum.
It had been a hell of a month. The heat, the coup, moving into the Packhouse with the guys. It had been wild, but I was happy. I thought I’d long for home, and I did sometimes. But I’d miss them if I left—I was honest enough with myself to admit that.
“You know, when you said you were coming up here to change for the party, I didn’t realize you were getting naked and sweaty, or I would have joined you.” Darius stood in the doorway, one eyebrow raised. He looked stern, but his eyes were laughing.
I grinned at him, attempting to blow hair out of my face. It just fell right back over my face limply. “There’s still time?”
He laughed, moving into my bedroom. They’d given me my own room, and I’d brought some stuff from my cabin to make it feel more like mine. I had to admit, I liked it. My Omega liked it.
Darius stopped in front of me, brushing the hair off my forehead for me. “I wish, baby, but there really isn’t any time. Not if you want to shower off Corvin’s cum first.”
The Alpha in question grunted. “I say leave it. I want everyone to know that I please my Omega.”
Cooper pushed up off my back, no doubt sticky with Corvin’s seed too. Mmm, I liked that. “It’s your cum, not hers. The only proof it provides is that you blow your load at the drop of a hat.”
Corvin growled, diving at the other Alpha, and they wrestled around on the floor naked, play fighting. Well, I’m sure it would look like real fighting to humans, but it wouldn’t even leave a bruise on a Manix. It was something these Alphas did all the time, over any little thing. The last scoop of ice cream? Wrestle until someone tapped out. Wanted to have Darius on his lap during the movie? Wrestle for it. Wanted to make me breakfast? Or eat me for breakfast? You got it. Winner gets dibs.
It was so ridiculously endearing.
Darius rolled his eyes, then bent down and kissed me. “You have ten minutes, and then we’re meant to be at the Alpha General’s house. Shake that pretty ass.” As if to punctuate his point, he slid a hand down my back, and squeezed my butt with a groan. “On second thoughts, who cares? No one is going to know we’re missing, and I haven’t tasted you in like twelve whole hours,” he said with another squeeze, before reaching up for his tie.
Beckett saved the day, letting out a loud whistle and stopping the two Alphas fighting on the floor. Coop had Corvin in a leg bar around his neck, which was a bit courageous considering how close Corvin’s teeth were to his balls.
Beckett gave them an incredulous look. “Omega, leave your clothes on. You two, get dressed already. Goddess, you’re basically children.” He looked at me, his eyes softening. “Later, Kitten. Right now, we need to go.”
“Yes, Alpha.”
Beckett’s lips parted, his eyes hooding with lust. He was halfway across the room with a low growl before he stopped in his tracks. He waved a finger at me. “I think I liked you better when you were hissing and spitting, Kitten Wiley-Fletcher-Reid. You know you have way too much power over us poor schmucks now.”
My heart stuttered at the fact he gave me his Pack name. I’d never had a surname. Lorso had called me Girl. The guys had always called me Kitten, which had stuck as a first name. But that was it. A singular name.
I swallowed hard and tried to keep the emotions from my face. “I’ll get dressed now, Alpha,” I said softly, and the room was unnaturally quiet. They’d all heard Beckett’s slip. Or maybe he did it on purpose? But no one said anything at all for a moment, waiting for my reaction. When I ignored it, they all went about their business.
Beckett’s smile was sweet, and it made my heart thump harder in my chest. Not a slip then. “Ten minutes, you guys, or I’m leaving without you all.”
Darius huffed, kissed the top of my head, and left with Beckett. The two remaining Alphas, still naked and entwined on the floor, looked up at me. Cooper cleared his throat and released Corvin’s head from between his huge thighs.
“We better change. I’ll start you a shower.” He shifted to his feet, and I don’t care what the ancient Romans thought, naked wrestling wasn’t all that glamorous unless you were in the middle of it. He came over, pushed me onto my back and kissed me. “Just so you know, I like the way it sounds too.” Then he hauled me into his arms like a rag doll and carried me to the bathroom.
We were definitely late.
17
CORVIN
Kitten may have washed my seed from her body, but there was no doubt who she was with. We’d all scent marked her at some point, and she smelled like Pack now, even if she wasn’t officially mated to us.
We stood around at Bonnie’s mating party to the De Léon Pack, and I smiled at how deliriously happy she looked. As if she felt my gaze, she turned to look at us. She was holding a baby in her arms, and Hamish, one of the Sanctum kids, was clinging to her leg.
That was Bonnie in a nutshell. A nurturer. She deserved to be an Omega, not that she couldn’t be the best goddamn person there was as a Beta. But that maternal drive she had, the softness, her mission in life, would only be aided by her Omega biology.
Shuffling over the best she could, she smiled at us blissfully. “If it isn’t the Wiley-Fletcher-Reid Pack. I haven’t seen you all together in so, so long. I’ve missed you.”
Hamish scaled Cooper’s body like a spider monkey, settling in his arms. If Bonnie was like a mother to the Sanctum kids, I guess we were like fathers. Though I wondered if we’d be as important now that she had her own Pack, and her own Omega Male to help?
She raised an eyebrow at me, which seemed faintly chastising, and then turned to Kitten. “I’m Bonnie. I’ve heard so much about you—I’m so happy to finally meet you.”
