Page 111 of Talk About… History

It was hard to picture my life any other way now. Being surrounded by mates who made me feel like I was the center of their universe, was something I couldn’t live without now.

“To fate,” Arden said, raising his bottle of water. We all clinked our bottles against his, mimicking his words.

Fate had thrown my life into chaos more than once, but when the dust settled, all I could feel was relief. I had escaped a life that would have stolen my identity and happiness and found myself more than ever here in Rockwood Valley.

With them, I felt whole, complete, and ready to face whatever else fate wanted to throw our way.

Our pack was strong, and our faith in each other was unwavering.

Avery

After months of working hard on these interviews and the website, it was nearly complete. I’d locked myself away but I had never been more proud of a project than I was of this one.

Mayor Adams and I had a final meeting to discuss my position long term and how that would look, but I honestly was going to be fine with anything they gave me.

I had plenty of side contracts now thanks to businesses in Rockwood Valley wanting their own websites and pages. I never expected to become a PackVlog expert, but here we were.

A knock on the door of my office had me turning to see Mason coming in with a stack of takeout containers in his hands. He didn’t say anything as he closed the door behind him and set them up on the table.

Thanks to Arden and Cohen, my office at the packhouse now had a couch, coffee table, along with the usual desk and bookcases that made an office complete.

“Come eat, omega,” he demanded. My stomach rumbled now that I could smell the food and I glanced at the clock, wincing when I realized breakfast was seven hours ago and they were probably going crazy trying to take care of me and I had shut them all out.

“Sorry,” I said as I closed my laptop and stretched before joining him on the couch. Mason grunted but yanked me into his lap. He opened the box and offered me a fry. I took it, chewing happily now that I realized how starving I was.

He continued to feed me, bite by bite, until I couldn't take another bite. Mason handed me a bottle of water and pushed the boxes aside as I drank. When he took the bottle from me, I spun on his lap to face him, my legs notched on either side of his lap.

“Thanks for taking care of me.”

“You have to stop locking yourself away like this. Your dedication is great, but this is not healthy,” he argued as gently as possible, voice gruff. I could feel in the bond how uncomfortable he’d been and I could picture him waiting downstairs, staring at the clock as the hours passed, and worrying.

My alphas weren’t settled unless I was properly taken care of. I was learning slowly that they needed to see me properly fed and loved. Mason and Arden were the worst, Mason going downright growly on days like this.

“I’m sorry,” I said again before placing a kiss on his lips. “Forgive me?”

“I’m not mad,” he grouched.

“Well, now you’re grumpy and I need a break. I can think of one or two things that would help remedy that,” I teased, crawling off of his lap so I was resting on my knees on the floor.

“I didn’t come in here for this, Avery,” he said, eyes narrowing even as I felt his lust bloom in the bond. I sent back my own need, watching as the hesitation melted from his face, pure fire replacing it.

My alpha watched, blue-green eyes burning as I unbuttoned his pants and wrestled them down his hips. He stroked his cock as he watched me, my mouth watering at the sight. Mason was a commanding presence on his own, but seeing him like this, full focus on me and leaking precum because he was so turned on, made him seem godlike.

He let out a groan as I wrapped my lips around him, the salty taste of his cum had my own moan slipping free. I turned feral then, the feel, scent, and taste of him all-consuming as I took him as deep as I could.

My hands dug into his thighs as I bobbed my head over him, urging him to fuck my throat like he wanted.

Finally, he gave in, thrusting into my throat as his hands tightened in my ponytail, holding on as he chased his own orgasm.

I wanted him to come, but Mason only liked coming inside of me and pulled me off of him when he couldn’t take it any more.

Before I could blink I was bent over the couch, gripping the back for dear life as he plunged inside of me.

His knot was already swelling, stretching me as I dug my nails into the couch and braced myself for each punishing thrust. I loved when I could make them lose control, my alpha needing me as much as I needed him, our desperation electric in the bond, amping up everything we already felt.

“So fucking perfect,” he grunted, slamming his hips against me, shoving his knot deeper. “You smell like heaven.”

“This is heaven,” I countered as he snaked his arm around me, fingers teasing over my clit. My legs shook but he was holding me up, his grip unrelenting as he fucked me mercilessly.

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