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Chapter thirteen

Clay

I turn the truck down the side road behind the cafe and pull into our usual spot.

Roan and Mitch have been talking almost nonstop about movies.

Their voices are soft and easy while the cab soaks in the combined smell of all of us.

It’s like one big blueberry cake, layered with tangy sweet jam and thick vanilla buttercream.

Waves of pride and desire rumble through me with every excited whisper they share.

Our pack all squished together like this is how it’s supposed to be.

Mitch helps Roan out of the truck, giving her a twirl around the gravel. Roan giggles, but then it's cut short. I turn and see my mates kissing. Without me.

Her fingers twist into his shirt to pull him down harder while he presses her into the side of the truck. He moans into her, winding his finger through her hair, and her clip falls off onto the hood.

Fuck me if that ain't the hottest thing I've ever seen. I adjust my dick, my knot swelling as I watch them. Their need for each other is taking over all our common sense.

“Clay,” Roan whimpers into the night sky when Mitch kisses down her neck. “Please.”

I move to their sides, pressing into my Beta to make sure he is surrounded on all sides by his pack.

My chin hooks over Mitch’s shoulder and I stare into our Omega’s heavy eyes.

She licks her lips, staring at me while Mitch is surely leaving the hickey of all hickeys.

He’s tried giving them to me in the past, the possessive side of him determined to make sure everyone knows his mate is taken and well cared for.

All our fur hides claim marks, but nothing makes me nut harder than when he bites down hard.

“How can I help you, sugar?” I smirk, grinding into Mitch’s ass, pressing his dick harder into her soft stomach.

“Want you,” she whimpers with that same little pout.

Her bottom lip pushes out enough to make me fall a little bit faster and harder for her.

My heart stutters as I lean around Mitch, who’s more than eager to have our Omega overwhelmed by us.

My snout catches on her nose with her haste and I love it.

I do. I can’t believe someone as gorgeous as our mate is rushing to get to me.

Roan huffs and grabs a hold of my shirt collar.

“Kiss me now,” she demands.

“Omega, you’ve got a lot to learn about our Alpha,” Mitch huffs, pushing back against me until he’s leaning against the side of the truck and able to see us both.

I brace my arm on her other side, nodding in agreement. Nobody is bossing me around, in the bedroom or otherwise. I am happy to let people do as they please, but when it comes to my pack, having that extra bit of control centres something in my soul that I can't give up.

“Alpha?” She wrinkles her nose up, a sourness coming off her scent. “Is that one of those bro things?”

“No,” I assure her. “It’s a relationship dynamic thing. Do you like roleplay, Roan?”

We both look at her now, trying to guess what’s running through her mind while she holds us in suspense. I know she’s not had the exposure that we’ve had, and there will be a learning curve—if she’s interested at all.

“Um, a little,” she admits. Her gaze is laser focused on the button of my shirt that's undone. “Could we talk about this later and go back to having a threesome?”

I look at Mitch and sigh. “No, sugar. I know we're all hot and heavy, but it's good for us to know where you're at.”

“And what we can do to make you comfortable and horny,” Mitch adds, grabbing one of her hands to hold.

“I've never had sex- sex,” she mumbles. “Not like, with other people.”

“What do you mean?” I ask, trying to sound calm.

Holy fucking shit. We need to take this ten fucking steps back. Our Omega is a virgin and all we've done is treat her like a cheap date. I know Roan's an adult, but Mitch and I have years on her, over a decade.

“Do you still want to come upstairs?” Mitch must see my internal panic. “No pressure. We can drive you back to Connie’s if you'd rather.”

Roan rolls her eyes at him. “I’m not some eighteen-year-old losing her virginity to her hott older neighbours. Don't belittle me.”

“Hey, now,” I take a step to the side so we've all got a bit more cool, fresh air between us. “We’re not trying to belittle you. We want you in our pack, Roan, we want to show you a good time, but we want it on your terms.”

“Clay and I have known each other since we were pups on the football field. He still courted me for months just to make sure we were happy with how it worked,” Mitch says.

“And I'd do it again for him all over, if he felt like our dynamic wasn't working. Just cause fate matched us together, don't mean we're instantly perfect.”

Roan’s eyes are big with fear and wonder. She chews her bottom lip for a moment, looking between us. I know what I'd do in her boots, but I don't want to influence her. My tail knocks against Mitch when it looks like he might start talking again.

“What if I don't like what you like?” she whispers. “What if what works for me doesn't work for one of you?”

“That's what conversation is for, but I'd be lying if I said we won't like anything you put on the table. As you so kindly pointed, darlin', we're old.” Mitch cracks a smile. “There ain't much we haven't tried.”

“A threesome?” She looks at us seriously.

“Nope, it's only ever been the two of us,” I admit, gaze unwavering.

“Can we go inside now?” she asks.

Mitch leads the way, and I follow behind Roan as we head up the back stairs and into our tiny studio.

I flick on a lamp and illuminate the space with a warm glow.

It's not much, but looks like even less with Roan in here.

Maybe it's because I've got that Alpha itch to let my Omega take over our space, smothering her scent all over everything and telling us which walls need to be repainted to make her happy.

Or maybe it's because she's probably never had to stay in a room so small in her life. I bet her bedroom back in London was bigger than our whole apartment.

“Oh, this is nice,” she murmurs, heading over to the singular chair by our window. Mitch’s sticky notes are still there in a heart shape. Her fingers brush over one of them as she looks at the full extent of our apartment. “It smells good.”

“Were you expecting a wet bachelor smell?” Mitch teases.

He flops onto the bed while I sit on the edge, the mattress dipping under my weight. One of his hands sneaks around my back and strokes the base of my tail to relax me.

“No, but there's something more about how your house smells. It's more you.” She inhales deeply and breathes out a heavy sigh.

That loosens a knot in my chest I didn't even realise formed there. She likes how our home smells. Even if it doesn't make much sense to her, that means the world to me. Our scents have saturated into every inch. It's our safest place.

“Explain the difference between sex and sex-sex,” I say. “Is this like a young people difference between talking and dating?”

Both Roan and Mitch snort at my question.

“I mean, I've had a dildo for a long time, but another person hasn't like, fucked me.” She tries to say it without showing off how embarrassed she clearly is to admit that. “I'm very goal-oriented and didn't have much time or interest in exploring.”

“This ain't an interview, Roan.” Mitch sits up, which really only makes it look more like an interview.

“Do you still want to have sex with us?” I ask.

“Yes,” she answers without hesitation, leaning forward to be nearer us.

“Then let's make it fun and educational. We'll ask questions, and with every answer you get right, I'll take something off you or Mitch.”

“Oh, I can be hot for teacher,” Beta laughs.

“Let's start easy then, do you know what a knot is, sugar?”

“Yes. It’s a biological function designed to lock a penis-having being to another during intercourse to ensure reproduction.”

“She paid more attention in biology than you did,” I snort at Mitch.

“Look, my mama didn’t say I’d have one. I wasn’t expecting it,” he laughs.

When a Wolven has sex after our second puberty, when we’ve presented as our designation of Alpha, Beta, or Omega, our knots pop for the first time.

They’re supposed to be a sign of sexual maturity and shit, but when you’re an idiot in love, it’s a bit of a surprise when it looks like two ping-pong balls appear on either side of your dick while your ass is spread wide open on your mate’s much larger knot.

“Gimme your foot,” I grunt, pulling off Mitch's boots and setting them over by the closet.

“Oh, I've got a question,” he says with a wiggle of his toes. “What's your dildo like?”

“Does that really matter?” I ask, taking off my own boots in the shadow of our wardrobe so neither of them see me bend over.

“It's a Demon cock replica,” she answers, a little flustered. “The knot vibrates.”

“Fancy, fancy,” Mitch hums, a little sparkle in his eye when he looks over at me.

Yeah, yeah, I get it. The question did matter. So she's not just fucking some pencil-thin G-spot stimulator. Roan has worked herself up to heavier equipment, which means my size won't be such a shock.

I move to kneel in front of her and begin unlacing her boots.

She holds her breath while I do the first one, her shaky exhale worrying me.

This is definitely not how Mitch and I started out, but I don't want to misstep with her.

She's our Omega, someone we've been waiting for and dreaming about for a very long time.

Once her boots are tucked out of the way, I look up at her. The light reflects off the glitter on her skin, and I’m struggling to control my instincts. The ones that are hollering and carrying on that it’s time to fuck our Omega into submission and keep her tied to our bed.

“Can I kiss you?” she whispers.

“What's the magic word, sugar?” I tease, even if her question makes my heart flutter with anticipation.

“Please, Clay.” She's already leaning forward, and the material holding her neckline tight stretches dangerously right in front of my eyes. Her heavy cleavage threatens to spill right out, but my eyes are glued to her lips, and we kiss at last.

They're buttery soft and smooth against mine. My hands slide up her knees, spreading them a little wider as I push closer to her. She licks into my mouth first, little human tongue delving right in without fear of my sharper teeth. Fuck, she tastes good, and as she wraps her arms around my neck, I almost forget what we’re doing here.

I wrap my paw around the back of her neck and slowly ease her back.

My thumb massages tight tendons, and Mitch’s little marks that are starting to blossom.

“Do you like being taken care of?” I ask, voice a little huskier.

“Y-yeah.” She hesitates, breaking eye contact with me.

I direct her back to my gaze, moving my other hand up her thigh. “Ain’t nothing to be ashamed of, Roan. You work hard, you deserve to be spoiled a little.”

“All that effort to show up those busybodies deserves to be rewarded,” Mitch says, crowding around us. He’s not one to be left out of a conversation, but I notice he’s taken off his shirt and his jeans now. The tent in his boxers is right at our eye level. Now is not the time to be crotch-first.

“Sit down, Beta,” I growl softly.

He groans a little, and only once I hear him flop back on to the bed do I ask another question.

“I like taking care of my people. Being a bit bossy is a part of my biology and my personality. As an Alpha, I’m most content when I know what I’m saying is being heard and my instructions followed.”

Roan nods in understanding, leaning into my touch more, even as her eyes flick back behind me to Mitch.

“Do you think you can follow my lead, Omega?”