Page 101 of Mask and the Magnolia

Even though I’m going to have to deal with the Dean and his bullshit solo, and will most likely have a panic attack immediately following it, I’m going to draw strength from our bonds to help me get through it.

Strength and courage. I know I’ll need both today and that’s why I need my pack now. They make me stronger, braver, and their love has changed my entire view of the world.

Evie would say it’s because good dick solves everyone’s problems and part of that wouldn’t be wrong. Good dickdefinitely solved a few of mine, but it isn’t about that. Not entirely.

Finding my mates and bonding with them renewed my drive and purpose, it gave me a new path to follow, and a new goal to work toward. Things feel less hopeless now that I have them, and that’s something else I need to hold close when the shit storm hits.

“I love you,” I say between kisses, Calix’s perfect lips curling into a smile when I do. “So much more than I can explain.”

With a sense of urgency thrumming through me, I open his jumpsuit and shove it to the floor, quickly turning to do the same to Korvin before I shove him down onto the couch.

“Would you look at this,” he grunts, grinning up at me as he fists his cock at the base. “I think we have a bossy omega on our hands, Calix.”

I turn to face our beta, kissing him sweetly before I say with a touch of dominance in my voice, “Be a good boy and get on your knees for me.”

He does, kneeling quickly without an ounce of hesitation.

A thrill races through me as my beta clearly waits for his next order, the eagerness he feels shining in those deep brown eyes as he holds his breath.

As much as I love this, being the one with a little control for a change, I don’t know what I want to happen next. I mean, I do. I want my alpha and beta to make love to me so I forget every horrible scenario I’ve conjured in my mind. I want them to become my sole focus and help ground me, to bring me back to what really matters so I can walk through hell with that in the forefront of my mind then come through unscathed on the other side.

That’s not exactly what Calix is waiting for me to say, though. And since I’m still at a bit of a loss, I need to put the ball back in his court while I figure it out.

I finger a few silky strands of the chocolate brown hair hanging in his face then push them back behind his ear, caressing his cheek as I ask, “What do you want to do to your omega right now?”

Calix’s eyes shift between mine as he flattens his palms against his thighs. “Whatever you want me to do.”

Always so eager to please. It’s that mentality that’s made pleasing our beta that much more rewarding but I think this is just his nature. No matter what he went through, he would have wanted to make people happy, especially the people he loves.

Calix really is the sweetest man I’ve ever met. He just so happens to also be the sweetest pyromaniac I’ve ever met, and I wouldn’t change him one bit.

His fingers flex against his thighs in anticipation, his cock so hard it’s nearly touching his stomach while a constant stream of precum leaks from the swollen tip. Calix is itching to touch me, to please me, but I need him to be direct because my thoughts are getting cloudy and trying to steer me back to where I don’t want to be.

I stroke his cheek again, smiling when my beta leans into my touch before I move to my mate mark on his neck and apparently that’s all it took for me to convey what I need from him.

Scooting forward on his knees, Calix slides his hands up my calves, pushing my skirt up as he goes and when he gets to my hips, he grabs the top of my panties and pulls them to my ankles. He reverently lifts one foot at a time to take my underwear off, propping my booted foot on his thigh while he brings the cotton to his nose. Calix inhales deeply as he stares at me, his eye contact so intense I can’t help the way I perfume and just as I hear a growl from behind me, he tosses my panties at Korvin. He gives me a wicked grin as he begins kissing a trail up my leg,starting with my calf and moving toward me until I can feel his breath on my core.

“You say I’m sweet,” Calix says as his eyes slide closed for a moment. “But I think you are so much sweeter, Maggie.” Those dark brown orbs flip open, pulling me into their depths and I watch my beta bury his face between my thighs and lick me from bottom to top, sucking on my clit before he nods. “So damn sweet.”

Well, the fog has lifted. One swipe of his tongue and I know exactly what I want.

“Calix,” I moan as he does it again. “Calix, I want you to fuck me.”

He groans against my clit but doesn’t stop. Slow drags of his tongue that turn into quick flicks. Sucking my clit between his lips before I feel his teeth graze the bundle of nerves. He continues alternating between the two, bringing me to the edge, my body already on the verge of climax but my beta stops every time I’m right there.

Teasing, taunting. Edging me like a goddamn champ.

Calix works his magic on my core until I’m ready to explode and the second he feels it, he holds my orgasm hostage with a shit eating grin on his beautiful face.

My hand shoots out and grabs his shoulder in frustration, my fingers biting into his flesh as I force myself to look behind me at Vin, my alpha enjoying every bit of this show while he slowly strokes himself.

“Korvin,” I whimper as Calix grabs my hips and buries his tongue in my core, pumping in and out a few times before he stops again. “Please.”

My alpha huffs out a quick laugh, the sound dark and devious as his free hand travels down his chest and over his abs, wrapping tightly around his knot while he tilts his head to the side. “Please, what, omega?”

I can feel my slick running down my thighs, the scent filling the room while my beta devours me whole in a torturous start and stop rhythm, but I need more. Not just because I can’t get enough of my pack, of the men I get to love forever, but because it won’t take much for me to derail despite what we’re doing. They don’t know why I was crying, why I needed them so badly, and all of that is still sitting right under the surface, waiting for the right moment to break through.

That’s what I’m trying to convey to Vin, why I’m pleading with him to bark out some command that gives me what I crave; the comfort only my pack can provide. Korvin gives me a slight nod and I breathe heavily through the next moan, a strangled sound of relief leaving my lips as he does.

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