Hell, I’m pretty sure Silver kept us all up last night, because these walls were not built for keeping out the sweet, sexy sounds of an omega pleasuring herself within the confines of her room. As it was, I spent every second of her saucy session listening very intently, cock in hand, seeping precum before I even stroked myselfonce.
A better-restrained man would have blocked it all out and fallen asleep. I obviously have no restraint when it comes to the bubblegum baddie I now live with. Because I’ll be damned if I didn’t come almost as much as she did just by listening to her moans and cries of pleasure. There’s a towel in my nest that is in desperate need of cleaning, so much cum poured into that thing that I’d be embarrassed if it wasn’t a natural bodily function. Hell, I could have gone a few more rounds, blessed with an omega’s ability to unload alotand regularly.
Munro, the dick, ruined it. I have no idea what possessed him to stand outside her door, to open it, and to have a verbal-sparring match with the spritely, little omega, but as soon as he opened his damned mouth, my cock damn near turned into a limp noodle. It was like he’d broken a spell Silver wove around me with those hot, little sounds and the scent I could practically taste seeping under the gap of my door, and I was finally able to think with the head on my shoulders and not in my pants.
Not that it made much of a difference, because I’m pretty sure the head on my shoulders thinks the same as my dick, and has done since the first moment I laid eyes on the beautiful, little hurricane.
Gripping the handle of a pastel-pink mug that has ‘sincerely, go fuck yourself’ engraved into the ceramic, Munro takes a sip of his coffee before muttering, “Whatever. Not like she’d notice. She has a billion more.”
Sure enough, one cupboard in the lavish kitchen we’re standing in contains nothing but ceramic mugs in varying pastel colors, each one etched with crude, but amusing, little quotes. It’s quite funny, actually. In a room that looks like it crawled straight from a fancy magazine for interior design for the wealthy, the mugs are almost a faux pas in comparison. A welcome one, at that. It’s the only thing with a bit of life and personality I’ve found in this house so far, though I’ve only ventured to the kitchen and ‘state of the art’ living room, almost afraid to touch or meander too close to anything.
“Alright, you grumpy bastard. What’s your deal? You’re normally better mannered than this,” I snicker, stealing a sip of his coffee and wincing in disgust when I taste nothing but the bitter tang of creamer-less and sugarless java. “That’s fucking gross. You’re a monster.”
Rolling his eyes, Munro steals the funny mug back and scowls at me, irritated that I took his beverage. He takes his own sip of his soul-dark coffee before grumbling, “Didn’t sleep well.”
“I bet,” I snort, grinning at him when his scowl deepens. “What? It’s not like I didn’t hear it. Hell, I joined in on the festivities from my room.”
“You’re perverted. You shouldn’t have been listening, and it’s deranged that you got yourself off to that shit-show,” the bastard damn near snarls, enough bite in his words that it could almost be mistaken for an alpha’s bark.
Raising an eyebrow, my lips twitching with amusement, I wonder, “You’re telling me you didn’t scamper off back to your room and play a game of willy whacker? Lie to my face, Ro, I dare you.”
I’ve never seen a fiercer look of frustration and annoyance on the beta’s face until this very moment, and I can’t help the way my twitching lips finally morph into a smile, knowing I’m right and he can’t lie to me.
“I knew it, you hypocritical fuck. You’re just as perverted as I am, so shut your filthy, little mouth before you start preaching about morals,” I casually quip, beyond used to Munro’s salty attitude and grumpy disposition. “Anyway, it wasn’t me that barged into her room while she was masturbating. You got a front-row view, you lucky bastard.”
I sigh, genuinely disappointed, because I’m omega and man enough to admit when I have a crush on someone. Unlike this jackoff who is glaring at me so severely that it’s a genuine miracle my head doesn’t roll to the floor after being severed by the proverbial lasers beaming from his dark gaze.
“What? I have nothing against Silver. In fact, she’s my favorite person on this earth right now. I mean, she’s given us a place to stay, left pizza in the fancy fridge, and gave me a sound show to remember,” I list, not mentioning how gorgeous she is, how tasty she smells, and how fucking addictive her personality is. Hell, she’s like a beaming ray of sunshine piercing the storm clouds that have no chance against her. She’s full of life, a vibrancy within her that I’ve never seen from anyone else.
Oh, yeah. I’m crushing hard enough to make diamonds. My first ever crush, too, because I’m one fussy omega. Sure, the others have dated casually before, but they never last. Oftentimes, their conquests aren’t big fans of having an omega in the pack. Attention whores be like that, though, and my pack will always choose one another over any outsider. After the last relationships the guys had turned sour simply by my existence, we all decided it was better to cut off the whole dating thing and work on school and careers.
I was totally okay with that before meeting Silver Gage.
Now, though? Hell, I want her. I want her real fucking bad, too. A maddening experience for me, because I’m a fussy bastard when it comes to girls. The only other girl in the world I’ve actually liked is Juniper, and that’s more of a brother-sister thing. There is nothing brotherly about my feelings for Silver.
Narrowing his almost inky black eyes on me, Munro lowers his mug and glares. “What’s that look for?”
“What look?” I ask quickly, shaking my head with fake confusion, blinking rapidly with an innocence I’m sure he doesn’t buy.
If the bland expression he wears is anything to be considered, he definitely isn’t buying what I’m selling. Proven by his following words. “That weird, dreamy look. I’ve seen that look on your face a few times now, and it’s always when Silver is around physically or verbally. What the hell is that about? You fancy her or something?”
I shrug, opting for honesty, because a pack as close as ours doesn’t lie. Chosen brothers, we all formed a pack built on trust, honesty, and love. If I can’t be honest with them, who can I be honest with?
“Hell yeah, man. Don’t you?” I counter, throwing it back at him as though it’s ludicrous for him not to have a crush on the girl. I’m fairly confident in my assessment and have determined that he does, in fact, have a crush on the sassy omega. However, the stubborn bastard will deny it until he’s blue in the face, lying more to himself than us. He gets a free pass, though, because Veronica really did a number on him and my guy is still not fully healed from it.
Munro almost chokes on his next swallow of rancid, bitter coffee, coughing and slapping his chest before he glares at me. “What the hell?”
“What? It’s just a question. Cool your jets,” I snicker, rolling my eyes at the little drama queen.
“You like her?” Munro pushes, seeking confirmation that I mean what I say.
I’m nodding easily as I answer, “Sure. I don’t know what your problem is with her, but I don’t share them. She’s a knockout, smells like heaven, and has no problem sassing you back when you give her shit. Well, that’s when you’re not ignoring her like a big bastard. She’s funny, clearly generous, and I like the way she doesn’t give a shit about the world around her. So, yeah, I like her.”
“How long have you liked her?” the beta frowns, staring at me like he’s looking at a stranger and not the guy he’s been best friends with for ten years.
I shrug. “Pretty much since the moment I saw her.”
“And you didn’t want to mention anything?” he snaps, genuinely annoyed by this development.