Page 46 of Pack Favero

“Tell me what you want to eat, gorgeous girl, and then I’ll prove to you that you’re the most important thing in our world,” he demands softly, rubbing his thumb along the back of my hand as he focuses on the road just as he mutters, “I’m more than happy to beat the snot out of the biology professor, too, if you bat your eyelashes at me and promise to sleep in my bed tonight.”

And, just like that, the intensity between us is broken,the charged tension disappearing as though it hadn’t been there to begin with. My laughter almost chokes me as my head falls back against the headrest, my hand clenching in his as I release the negativity Hunter pushed onto me. It has no place here, and if Barnes tells me I’m important to him, to them, then I believe it, because he and the other four alphas have quickly become the center of my entire universe.

So, with a cleansing sigh that makes Barnes’s lips twitch, I sweetly ask, “Could chorizo & mozzarella gnocchi bake be something you’re willing to make without gagging?”

Barnes breaks out into a beaming grin, one that sends butterflies soaring in my belly, and he nods. “That’s something I can definitely do, Freckles. Want garlic bread, too?”

I moan, smiling at the man, “When is garlic bread never wanted?”

“Touché,” he snickers. “Garlic bread it is.”

“You spoil me,” I sigh, grinning when he laughs loudly.

Just as we turn down the grit road of his driveway, he says, “Freckles, this is the least we want to do for you. I just know anything more will make you uneasy. We’ve only managed to get away with feeding you as we have because you love food too much to turn it down and it never costs a fortune. Trust me when I tell you we have several bank accounts stocked with money we would die to spend on you if you’d let us.”

I get all warm and fuzzy at that despite already shaking my head. “I’ll take food over any lavish gifts any day of the week. I don’t need fancy stuff. I just need food.”

Barnes snorts. “Just food, huh? Nothing else at all?”

I pretend to think about it for a moment, tilting my head back and forth, before I admit, “Maybe one or two of you alphas wouldn’t go amiss.”

“You’re such a brat,” he laughs, parking before diving at me, cupping my face and kissing every inch of bare skin hecan get at, all while drawing out wheezing laughter that feels as freeing as his kisses do.

When he pulls back, his eyes are sparkling with satisfaction and he says, “That’s the most beautiful sound in the world. Well, one of a few. You moaning while you eat is top of the list, too.”

He flashes a cheeky grin before releasing me and climbing out of the car, rounding it to open my door, and takes my hand to guide me into the house while I’m grinning, my rotten mood a long-distance memory now.

The twins are already lounging on the couch when we walk into the living room, Ford looking as though he’s seconds away from falling asleep beneath his brother’s arm, and Barnes kisses the side of my head and whispers, “Go sit. I’ll get dinner going.”

“Yes, sir,” I mutter back with a teasing smile, not expecting his eyes to darken with a flash of lust, and I swallow hard as I watch him reach out for the waistband of my slacks, tug me closer, and quietly inform, “Unless you want to be eating at midnight, don’t be calling me ‘sir,’ Freckles. I’ll have you bent over the coffee table and latching onto my knot before you can blink.”

I shiver and perfume, blushing madly, and he flashes me a filthy grin before pecking my lips, tapping my ass, and gesturing me to head over to Ford and Mac. I’m almost in a daze as I wander into the living room, and Mac spots me first. “There she is. Welcome home, starlight.”

I smile softly, eyeing the two as they remain at ease, lounging comfortably on the oversized couch. “Hey. Got room for one more?”

“Always,” Ford sleepily assures, his answer quick and to the point before he shuffles slightly to the right, creating room for me between the two.

Slipping my heels off and leaving them near the coffee table, I climb onto the couch and settle between the two. I’m wrapped in heat, oud, patchouli, and musk the moment my ass sinks into the cushions, and Ford wastes no time in lifting my arm and cuddling into my side, his head tucked beneath my small breasts while my arm gently falls to his back. Mac leans in closer to my other side, his arm slung over my shoulder as I lean into his side, sending me a cute, bashful smile as his cheeks grow a little pink, but he presses a kiss to my head and settles with me against him easily.

Together, we relax and watch television while Barnes cooks, my hand trailing patterns over Ford’s back gently until he’s fast asleep, his arms cuddling my thigh while he sleeps with his head pressed into my stomach.

Some time later, Alek walks into the living room with his pale-blond hair tied in a messy knot, sweat covering his skin and his bare chest on display for my hungry gaze. The man is ripped, beautifully so. Standing tall, six foot six or seven if I were to hazard a guess, Alek is built like a tank, with muscle in all the right places. He takes care of his body, and I admire that probably more than the average person, since I have to do the same if I want to keep eating good food and still manage to bend and fold the way I’m able to at the moment.

“There’s my little lady,” he greets, his voice quieting when he sees Ford sleeping soundly against me. “How’re you doing, baby?”

He comes over to press a kiss to the top of my head from behind the couch, and I tilt my head back to peer up at him with a smile. “I was doing good, until I wasn’t, but I’m good again. How was your workout?”

Alek frowns, dismissing my question in lieu of asking, “You weren’t good? When weren’t you good?”

I hear Barnes grumble from the kitchen before he stepsinto the living room wearing an apron over his slacks and shirt, explaining on my behalf. “Remember that creep you saved Zira from?”

Alek nods.

“Well, he had a few words of shitty wisdom to share with our omega,” Barnes notes, right as Lazarus walks through the front door, ditching his gray suit jacket the moment he’s inside.

“What was that, love?” he asks Barnes, gaze scanning the room before they soften the moment they land on me. “Hi, sweetheart.”

“Hi,” I breathe, smiling shyly at him, which is crazy because I’ve had that man’s knot deep inside me for hours. You’d think I wouldn’t have it in me to be shy.

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