“You think that’s funny?” he says.
“Will you fuck me if I say yes? Or should I say no?”
He spanks her again, a little harder this time.
Izzy tilts her hips upward to offer her ass to him.
“A good alpha fills his omega’s needs and pussy.”
Trick’s hand slaps against her skin, but the smile on his face proves he’s enjoying this.
He grabs her hips and yanks her onto all fours.
“Keep her mouth busy for me?” he asks me.
Izzy turns her head to me, and the satisfied smile she gives me rockets my heart rate through the roof.
“Thought you’d never ask,” I reply.
Her shoulders shift side to side while she settles in.
“So fucking wet,” he murmurs. “So desperate for us. Tell us what you need, Izzy.”
“You. Just you, everywhere.”
Trick rubs a single, thick finger through the mess between her legs and spears it into her ass.
She inhales sharply and her shoulders sink farther into the mattress.
“Our sweet little omega wants to be fucked hard in every hole, doesn’t she?”
“Yes, alpha. Now.”
“Not yet, sweetheart. We have to wait for Vin, and Mason’s still staring at us like he doesn’t know what to do with his dick.”
Stripping off my button-down, I lob it at Trick’s head. He bats it away and laughs.
“You can dish it but can’t take it,” he says.
“I can take it. Please give it to me,” Izzy says, her words muffled through the sheets.
“You heard the woman,” Trick says, the prompt clear.
These people are pack.
Patrick Wyatt is my alpha.
And Isabelle Sutton is my omega.
There is no uncertainty in the realization.
Until this moment, I’d been tentative and reserved. The interactions were awkward because I wasn’t sure if my responses were appropriate or welcome.
It took standing beside them, wishing Vin were here and watching them together and how they invite me in, to realize what I’ve subconsciously known all along.
Pack.
Alphas don’t typically bite each other. They bite a mutual beta or omega and the connection is made. It avoids the hierarchy problems that prevent packs from forming.