Page 53 of A Pack of Mistletoe
Kai hangs his head dramatically and then leans down to kiss me. “As you wish,” he whispers.
Despite my confident words, the walk back to the house is nerve-racking. My hands shake and I’m sure I’m pumping stress hormones into the air. Bitter peppermint. That’s not a great way to meet an alpha in rut.
Wyatt stops me with a hand at the small of my back. “You sure, Sugarplum? Evander and Logan can handle him. They likely already have.”
That image sends a beat of warmth from my center to my core, slicking my panties. They must scent it, because Wyatt goes rigid as though he’s trying to hold himself back, and Kai moans, running a hand through his floppy black hair.
“I’m sure. If he doesn’t need me anymore that’s fine, but I couldn’t leave him if he needed me. Would you both have left me this morning?” I ask.
Wyatt pulls me to him roughly by my hips, and Kai’s broader chest cages me from behind. I’m trapped between two slabs of alpha muscle. “Never,” Kai assures me as Wyatt tilts my face back with his thumb and nuzzles the pulse point under my chin.
I allow myself this steadying moment between what has become my comfort zone before extricating myself to step into what’s next. I want the other three alphas to be part of this too. I can’t abandon one when it gets hard.
I open the door.
The sight that greets me is some kind of panty-melting wet dream—something my overstressed mind must have created to cope. My omega has lost it and is making things up.
All explanations seem more plausible than the idea that the three muscled alphas are covered in sweat and cum, piled one on top of the other on my living room floor. I couldn’t stop the sharp, needy, aroused-as-fuck omega whine if my entire life depended on it.
Their scents are what I imagine heaven would smell like. All pine and wine and caramel. I could live in these scents, especially melded together like this. I can't stop the perfume that rises in me and the slick that pools at my center.
Harlan growls deep before cutting himself off. His alpha is still there, beneath the surface, but I can see the brown of his eyes and its clear the thorough fucking has taken the edge off. They extricate from each other and I cannot look away. It’s like the hottest reverse porn I’ve ever seen.
Evander of all people saunters up to me and tips my mouth closed with the pad of his finger. “Next time I expect you under me for that,” he whispers in my ear, voice husky as though he’s been shouting. Slick absolutely decimates my panties.
Logan is hustling Harlan to the bathroom and closes the door behind him, but as he does I catch the tail end of Harlan’s scent. It’s still full of arousal and dominant alpha pheromones. Still on the edge of rut. My knees feel weak and I nearly choke on my next breath—the need to call out to him is so great. The need to get down in the mess they’ve made and present.
When Logan turns he catches my eye and smirks. His confident gait is so unlike the man I’ve mostly dealt with up until now. He's cocky instead of the slumped and brooding figure I’ve seen before. I imagine I’m likely looking at the man Logan was before everything happened with the omega clause. His hoodedeyes rake over my body as though he too isn’t satisfied by what he shared with the others. That he needs this as well.
His pupils are large, but when he reaches me he simply leans down and scent-marks my cheek. Then he turns and whispers, “You’ve always been perfect, omega. You fixed us when we were broken and lost, and when Kai and Wyatt couldn’t even admit what they were. You’re making this pack whole again. You never needed a scent. We always knew you were ours.”
He takes a beat and lays a soft kiss across my lips. “But I also want you to know that I could come on air from that scent.”
A shiver works its way up my spine and tears prick the corners of my eyes. I’m theirs. The words I’ve been needing sink deep into my soul.
A low alpha growl breaks through the bathroom door, rattling it on its hinges.
“He’s in rut, Candy. We should go if you don’t plan on being fucked into the bathroom floor,” Evander jokes—but it’s not a joke to me or my omega. She practically swoons, and hot electricity feels like it’s zipping up my spine.
It’s only the second time it’s happened, so when I perfume that peppermint scent everywhere I blush. Evander smirks. Kai’s eyes widen.
“Or not,” Logan chuckles.
“Sparkles,” Evander says, cocking his head at me. "It's the safe word. He had his alpha trained to obey it even in the middle of an alpha rut."
This pulls me up short. Training your alpha for a safe word is difficult and somewhat dangerous. Only a small fraction of alphas who attempt it are successful. It has me wondering exactly what I'll experience with Harlan. Anticipation courses through me.
I walk toward the bathroom door and no one stops me. Steam drifts around me as I slip through.
There’s a sink, toilet, and one standing shower that takes up the far wall. It’s not enormous, but it can definitely fit two people. Harlan is facing away from me, one arm over his head braced against the wall. The muscles of his back ripple and shift, and I realize it’s because his other hand is between his thighs, jerking in smooth, fast motions.
I know the moment he scents me because he stills. Slowly, he turns, and my muscles lock up. He’s a predator right now, and I’m his prey. Slick coats my thighs at the thought. His gaze drags down my body, lingering, and I can almost feel his eyes on my slick, swollen pussy before they trail back up to meet my eyes.
“Starlight, it’s not safe for you here,” he growls—and it feels like he’s ripping the words out of his very soul to give them to me.
“Do you want me to leave?” I ask.
His dark eyes shutter before he shakes his head.
