Page 104 of Mark & Don't Tell

“My beta,” I tell him, smoothing my thumb over his cheek. He leans into the touch and releases a heavy breath. “You’re perfect,” I whisper, brushing my lips over his. “In every way.” I kiss his nose, his cheeks, his closed eyelids, every inch of him that I can get my mouth on. Dropping my mouth down to his neck, I bite him before gently pushing his shoulder. He rolls onto his back, and I straddle him, resting my center over his and caging his head between my arms.

“And I’m not letting you go.” My curls hang around my face, curtaining us as I claim his lips again in a slow, purposeful kiss. It’s not about sex right now. This is about Vic knowing he’s right where he needs to be. With me and the pack.

He moans into my mouth, smoothing his hands over my ass.

I kiss him until my lungs burn and my body trembles, desperate for air. Only then do I pull back and sit up, staring down at him. The line between his eyebrows is gone, and I reach to trace my finger over the ghost of the indention.

“Where do you belong, Vic?”

“Contigo,” he murmurs, voice smooth as silk.

I nod and glance at the guys, who’ve been watching us. “Come on,” I tell them, tipping my head toward the bed. “Cuddles, then snacks. I’m starving.”

Kai and Lincoln settle onto the bed, and I crawl on top of Lincoln before dropping down to hug him. When he wraps his arms around me, tight as a bear, I hum in approval, rubbing my cheek over his chest and telling him everything I told Vic. He’s mine. They all are.

“Aw, bunny, you’re going to make me cry,” he says with a chuckle, but I don’t think he’s joking.

I brush my lips over his and tug on his ponytail. He groans, and I take advantage of the moment and slide my tongue over his, stroking and coaxing him until he’s completely relaxed.

“That’s better,” I tell him, running my nose over his. “You’re pretty all right, for an alpha,” I tease him, knowing he won’t take it to heart, and he swats my ass.

“That mouth will get you into trouble someday.”

I grin and move to nip his neck, tugging his skin between my teeth and leaving a little mark, like the one I left on Vic. “I’m counting on it,” I say as I straighten.

Lincoln reluctantly lets me go when I move for Kai, and as I settle on top of him, I glance over at Vic and Lincoln. There’s no jealousy. No hints of envy. No uncertainty. Only adoration. This is how a pack should feel about their omega. Before I focus on Kai, I grin at both of them, and they return the gesture, happiness dancing in their gazes. They’re content.

Good.

I face Kai, feeling his hardened length beneath me, and run my hands over his chest. “Hey, alpha.”

“Omega,” he purrs.

“You take care of everyone else.”

He nods.

“Who takes care of you?”

His eyebrows lift, like the idea of someone taking care of him never crossed his mind.

Sighing, I lean down and nudge his head to the side, exposing his neck. Softly, sweetly, reverently, I trace my lips over his pulse point. I leave a trail of caresses over every inch of his throat before finding the perfect spot to gently bite down.

He gasps, his purr erupting in the space between us, as loud as an engine. “Mate,” he rasps.

“Yes, my love?” I ask, kissing my way up his neck and pressing my lips to his.

“Mine.”

I shake my head and kiss him again. “No, silly alpha, you’re mine. You all are mine.” I look over at Vic and Lincoln. “And don’t forget it,” I warn, narrowing my eyes on them, which only serves to make their grins widen.

I’ll have to work on being more threatening, but for now, I’m going to get in as many cuddles as I can before I find out how well stocked their pantry is.

Thirty-Six

DARIA

The pantry was in dire need of help. Protein shakes, those dry-ass granola bars—the kind that are hard as a brick and crumble apart when you take a bite—and licorice are not enough to sustain this omega. So, naturally, as one does, I spend the next week picking out the perfect snacks.

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