I settle back onto the stairs, grabbing my chest. It feels like I just ran five miles and my ribs are way too tight, like I can’t get enough air. Kelly finally gets her character back on track, and comes in fourth place, still ahead of every guy in the room. When the tiles flip up on the screen, showing that she’s been winning every race before this. She stands up to glare at Steve again and finally notices me collapsed on the steps.
She scrambles over the back of the chair, landing in an unladylike heap on the floor before popping back up like a deranged Jack-in-the-box. Her smile is huge as she runs over to me. “Sam, Sam! Sorry, we opened some of your games, but did you see! I won, I kicked all their butts!” She is bouncing around in circles and Jake finally makes it over from in front of the chairs too, where I can only guess he’s been asleep. Together they hop around in a circle, her waving her game controller and laughing hysterically, and him barking and wagging his tail so hard that I’m surprised he doesn’t take off like a damned helicopter.
Garret and Teddy are both turned around in their chairs watching intently. Steve looks between our omega and Kelly as she continues to dance victoriously around the room.
Fuck, she’s adorable. When her mad flailing brings her close to me again, I half stand, wrapping my hands around her tiny waist and pulling her against me as I collapse back against the stairs. She lets out a loud, giggling squeal as I nuzzle into her neck and nibble up to her ear. The last few days have been stressful, hell, the last week has been stressful as fuck, but I need this. I need to feel and taste her again, both of them if they’ll let me. I'm already failing because I didn’t even feed them properly today.
Shit, I don’t even know if Teddy ever got breakfast. I am such a shit alpha. First no nest, now no food. I don’t deserve these two, but I want them. Everything passes through my mind in a flash as Kelly wiggles against me, finally settling down and curling tight into my lap. Ugh, I haven’t even cleaned up yet. I’m sure my clothes are filthy. Still, she hangs on when I try to set her down, burrowing her face into my neck, and nipping at me with her teeth.
“Sam, I didn’t get to play with you last night. You teased me yesterday, but then everything went crazy...I need you.” Her tiny puff of breath against my ear warms my chest till it feels like it might burst. Unfortunately, it makes my cock feel like it’s going to burst too, and I can’t stop the groan that bubbles free.
“Kelly, Sugar...I gotta get cleaned up, Honey. You don’t want me touching you with rough, mud-coated hands, right?” I expect her to say no, to hop off my lap and give me some space to go take a shower and change. Instead, she wiggles until she’s straddling my lap, and grinds hard against me.
My head falls back as the breath rushes out of my lungs in a choked gasp. “Sugar, you’re playing with fire here,” is all I get out before her hands pull my face to hers.
“Please, Sam.”
With a muffled moan against her lips, I lift us both off the steps and start up the stairs. My already abused back is screaming at me even though she barely weighs anything.
Not stopping on the first floor, I head from one set of stairs to the next, and straight for our bedroom. My hands are already rough with callouses. I can’t imagine touching her soft skin with anything worse than that, anything that might hurt her. But this way I can get cleaned up and make her feel good at the same time. If the hot water in the shower helps to loosen up my damned back, even better.
Stopping at the bedside to grab one of the alpha size boxes of condoms, I carry her into the bathroom, turning the hot water on all the way. The last time I cleaned her up in here, she was pretty loopy, so I don’t know if she noticed everything. Since I outfitted this room for a pack bedroom, the shower is a huge walk-in number with glass doors and four shower heads, plus one removable one. I plan on using that on her as soon as I get myself cleaned up.
Putting my hands under her ass, I lift her up and away enough that I can set her on the ground. She pouts in response, and I feel like turning her around and bending her over the sink to spank her ass for it. I’m pretty sure she’d enjoy that, but I never want to make her uncomfortable. We’ll have to talk soon in regard to my need for control, and how secure she feels in giving it up. For now, I satisfy myself with watching her face as I peel myself out of my jeans and shirt. It’s a hell of an ego boost to see such a pretty thing go breathless and needy when you get undressed.
She scrambles to peel off her own fleece pants and shirt and I let loose a growl when I see the bandages covering her legs that Garret put on earlier. Shit, I can’t take her into the shower without those getting wet and needing redone. Fuck my life! “Hey, Teddy, you up here?” I call out the bathroom door and our omega comes scrambling in, looking slightly out of breath.
I point at Kelly. “Can you please keep the lovely beta entertained while I get cleaned up? I don’t want her knees to get any more hurt.” Teddy stares, eyes locked on my hard shaft, and I have to snap my fingers a couple of times to get his attention and ask again. He finally nods dumbly and leads a petulant Kelly out of the bathroom as I climb under the hot water. I allow myself a few seconds to soak in the heat on my sore muscles before scrubbing everything as quickly as possible so I can get back to my pack before another alpha or two tries to step in.
Chapter 42
Ican admit when I’m wrong. Not well, I’ll bitch a lot in the process, but I can eventually do it. Walking in to see my omega pinning the waif-like beta girl to the bed with his bigger body isnotone of those times. So much so that when I start growling and snarling my brother has to drag me from the room.
Ok, I admit, we weren’t invited anyway...but Teddy followed Sam and Kelly, and I followed Teddy...and for lack of anything else to do—I assume—Garret followed me. Now it’s a whole train of clusterfuck.
My omega is covering the tiny wiggly beta, kissing her like he kissed me yesterday, grinding his hips against her, and as much as I hate it, I’m also now hard as fuck watching. Not because of her, I guess she’s pretty enough. But my bear is a work of art, all thick strength, long black hair falling over them both like a curtain as he plunders her mouth. Her tiny desperate cries causing the dominant part of him I love so much to come to the front.
Now I’m not sure if Garret’s holding me back, or I’m holding him. We’re both snarling messes nearly frenzied with the needto get to our mates. He can fucking have her, get her away from Teddy...but I don’t want to risk either of them getting hurt if Teddy doesn’t want to give her up either. Shit. Maybe when Sam gets out of the shower, he’ll take back over with her and then I can distract my omega away? Though, that leaves Garret, and I’m pretty sure Sam could kick his ass if it came to it.
Of course, maybe Sam and I could share Teddy and then Garret could play with the beta. There’s no time to discuss this right now with him, though. He doesn’t look in the most sane frame of mine as he watches Kelly writhe around on the bed. The snarl ripping from his chest sounds almost feral, and I wonder if I should slap him. Isn’t that what you do with hysterical people?
This seems like that sort of situation, so I bring my arm back, just about to knock the shit out of my own brother in an attempt to bring him back to his senses when the bathroom door opens again. Steam billows out, followed by the scent of fresh cut cedar and a very damp, very muscular, verynakedSam steps out.
Is it hot in here?
It feels like it’s getting hotter in here.
Holy shit, but I can definitely see why Teddy was attracted to this man.
He’s tall, dominant, and smells like fucking heaven.
Plus, he looks like a marble statue that someone glued a merkin on.
And a god-damned chest wig.
They should have a better name for that.
Chest-toupe? Chest-erkin? Pec-weave?
