Nudging him, I gesture to the other two in question. Kade shakes his head. "I'm staying right here. You could get hit with the ball while you're distracted."
Tossing my pen down on the blanket, I turn to him and raise a brow. His protectiveness loosens the hold on my voice. "That's silly. They would never even throw it in this direction."
"I'm not taking any chances, Vivie," he rumbles, tucking a lock of hair behind my ear. "You're too precious to leave in the line of fire with no protection."
"I can catch a football, Kade." I've spent many years learning the game and figuring out how to play catch with my pack. I may not do the whole tackling thing, but I can catch and throw a football well enough to keep up with them thanks to Silas coaching me in college.
Kade's eyes flash with dominance before his hand grips my jaw. "Not if you're distracted, Omega. Don't tell me not to protect you. You'll never be able to argue your case enough to get me to leave you."
Blowing out a breath, I will my anxiety to relax. Sometimes when they say such intense things, my insecurities rise so fast they steal my voice. I swallow and smile instead.
"And if I want to go play?" I sound a little breathless, making my question sound like an innuendo when it's really not. Kade needs to have some fun and I could use some of the same.
Kade's lips twitch like I knew they would. Dirty minds think alike. "Come on then," he says. I watch as he climbs to his feet, and his towering position above me makes me slick my panties. He tsks at me, then he bends down, grabs my hips, and sets me on my feet. "Naughty, Omega. Now you have to run around with wet panties."
"Who said I was wearing panties?" I tease and immediately sprint away from him, catching the football as it flies from Jarek to Silas.
"Ohhhhh, intercepted!" Jarek hoots, laughing and running to block Kade from me.
Our pack alpha's growl and whiskey scent swirl around the air as he rushes toward me. I squeak and sprint past Silas, adding another barrier between my slick soaked leggings and my slightly unhinged alpha.
He fuckinglovesit when I don't wear panties. I'd need at least four hands to count the amount of leggings, shorts, skirts, and sweatpants he's ripped off me to get to my wet pussy.
Kade is like an alpha in rut when I tease him with easy access. With each stride, my leggings rub against my slippery clit and I know for a fact that I'm leaving a trail of perfume in my wake.
Some sweaty knotting in the backyard on this beautiful Sunday would be perfect.
Nine
Kade
My neck moves with ease for the first time in a few weeks. Stress always causes kinks and knots in my damn neck. It adds fuel to the fire in all honesty. Nothing makes stress worse than not being able to move my fucking head around without pain.
Although I do love how my beta jumps to rub the aches away at the first sign of my discomfort. To this day, I still don't know how he learned to rub my shoulders the way he does, but it could just be that he's taken on the job of my masseuse since we met at the beginning of college.
Jarek and I have known each other since we were kids. Our parents forced us to play together and be friends. Jarek had no issue pushing my grumpy buttons when I was a cranky four-year-old.
We met Silas within the first ten hours of moving into the dorms at our designation university. Betas were separated from alphas as were the omegas for safety reasons while we all learned how to control our budding instincts and high energy.
Silas, with his nose stuck in a book, wandered into the alpha hall and just his presence set off a fairly aggressive junior. Therewas no question about what to do; Jarek and I jumped in front of him and defended Silas like he was ours.
Only after the angry alpha walked away and we ushered Silas back to his dorm wing, did Jarek and I register that Silas was ours. After being in a relationship with Jay since we were in our late teens, acknowledging that a male beta would be our mate wasn't an issue. Our sexuality was never a problem, even when we were figuring shit out as teenagers. Just our maturity.
"What has that soft look on your face?" Silas disrupts my memories quietly.
With my head leaning back on the couch and him rubbing my thighs, I'm so relaxed I think I drooled a little. "Thinking about how we met you. All the convincing it took to get you to acknowledge our connection."
Silas sighs, but when I peek an eye open, I see he's smiling. "Having two alphas during my freshman year of college when I was supposed to be figuring out how to be the best beta I could possibly be was not on my agenda."
"But what a great way to learn by doing, huh?" Jarek teases, kissing the top of Silas' head as he walks by to snuggle Vivie in her window nest.
"Yes, lots ofdoing," Silas deadpans, making Vivian giggle across the room. "Vivie held out longer than I did. Why aren't you thinking about that?"
Vivie pops her head up and glares at Silas over Jarek's shoulder. "Textbook said they needed to court me first."
"Yeah," I agree and nudge Silas. "Maybe you should have done more reading, then you would know that."
Silas clenches his jaw and squeezes my thighs pretty damn hard. "That was the plan,Alpha. I was a little fucking distracted."
