Page 94 of Two For the Show
And for me and my pack.
“I got this.” He says decisively. “Can we leave in the morning after everyone gets their sleep?”
“How long will it take to get there?”
He sucks on his teeth. “Conservatively? Five days with stops for rest, refueling, and water fills. The guys and I can share a trailer so we can sleep and travel more each day, so I’ll only be hauling two.”
I nod. “Make it happen, and I’ll make sure you all get a nice bonus.”
I pat the old Beta on the back and weave my way through the field to Alex’s trailer. I don’t bother knocking. When I open the door, her scent hits me in the face, and I rush to lock and barricade the door.
“Wait!” Matteo calls out, rushing out of the nest. “Quinton went to collect food and clothes from all of our trailers. Don’t lock him out.”
Before I can get the door unlocked, he’s banging on it. Once I get it open, he’s pushing past me, arms loaded up with reusable shopping bags and backpacks overflowing with clothes.
“I hope this is enough,” he pants. “I don’t know how long this will last.”
“It’s going to be a while,” Matteo says solemnly. “With all the suppressants she’s been using, it’s probably been a long time since she had a proper heat.”
A keening noise from the nest has all of our heads whipping toward the source.
“Sounds like she needs us, fellas,” Quinton says jovially, dropping the bags on the counter. “This is going to be fun.”
The bedroom is tiny, and we’re squashed as we pile in to find Dexter and Dario sandwiching Alex on the bed. She’s writhing between them, her corset lying on the floor, and her fishnets and shorts a heap on the edge of the bed. They run their hands up and down her skin, touching her all over.
Her eyes fly open, cloudy and wet, and she whines. “Alpha.” She reaches for me. “Please.”
“She wants you first,” Dario says. “I think the Prime Alpha is supposed to kick things off.”
I roll my eyes. Prime Alpha makes me sound more important than the guys, but I’m not. Nowhere close. We don’t work on our own. We need each other.
Alex needs all of us.
I strip my shirt off and climb onto the bed, leaning over her. The twins spread out as much as they can, giving me space to plant my hands on either side of her head, but not leaving entirely.
“Omega,” I whisper, dipping down to run my nose over her cheek. “You smell needy.”
She really does. Like cake batter that I want to lick off the spoon.
“I am,” she whines, hips thrusting up. “I need you, Alpha.”
“Then you’ll have me.” I crash my lips into hers, swallowing a moan that escapes when I drop my hips and grind them against her.
Hands wrap around my waist, undoing the button of my pants, and the chocolate and apple scent of Dariomakes me grin against Alex’s mouth. He slips his hands into them and under the waistband of my boxers, pulling them all down at once.
“Let me help you out there,” he says playfully, untangling my pants from my feet. “Show you that I can be a good packmate.”
“We know you two fucked,” Quinton says dismissively. “You don’t need to pretend for our sake.”
I wrench my mouth away from Alex’s. “Wait, what?”
“Yeah, when Dario sprained his ankle, right?” Dexter asks.
“Yep,” Matteo confirms.
“You all knew?” Dario sounds almost relieved. “How?”
I kiss down Alex’s neck as the guys talk around me, only half listening as they tell Dario how they noticed us tiptoeing around each other.
