Page 15 of Pack’s Promise

“I take it you got the papers signed?”

“Yes, I did. Want me to tell you all about it? I got black coffee, she got a vanilla latte,” the scent of vanilla drifted off him even now, but I knew it wasn’t her drink that I was smelling, buther. Her perfume, on my beta. Her scent was on his hands, on his neck, on his… “then we made a brief detour to the bathroom–”

“In the bathroom? Jesus, Rian, I thought you were a gentleman.” He smiled, and the faint crinkles around his eyes reminded me how old we had gotten, waiting for the perfect omega to somehow find our pack. He was 34, practically a senior citizen, which made me, at 35, even more ancient. I guess I didn’t begrudge him his… enthusiasm. Maybe I would have done the same. Although–a cafe bathroom? The backseat of a luxury vehicle was more my style. “That was your first time with a woman in…”

“A long time. A mouth’s a mouth, but, Gray…” he rolled his eyes up into his head and smiled blissfully. “Hers is so, so, sweet.”

Something loosened in my chest. He hadn’t fucked her, or, well, not like that. “Come here, Rian.” I shifted on the supple leather as he came to sit next to me. Up close, her vanilla perfume was sweet and strong, even secondhand like this. He leaned over to kiss me, and I tasted her in his mouth. “Fuck, baby,” I groaned.

“She tastes so good, Gray,” he murmured, and I pressed him back into the couch until we were both horizontal, his body laid flat under mine. “But you want to know what had her moaning on my cock? You, alpha,you.”

I growled, low in my throat, as slow, spreading arousal oozed through my body. Rian rolled his hips up against my own, and I could feel our lengths hard against each other. This omega was dangerous, in the best possible way.

“I told her all about you, and Luc too, the way you both take care of me–”

I bit off his words, literally; I took his full lower lip between my teeth and bit down, hard enough to shut him up, hard enough to make him almost whine. He’d fucked her mouth and loved it, I knew, but he wanted me, too. He wanted his alpha. I would oblige–several times, if I had anything to say about the matter–but first… I reached down between our two bodies. The smile on Rian’s face at my slithering hand was quickly replaced by a look of confusion as I retrieved my cell phone from the couch cushions beneath us and brought it to my line of vision.

“Call Madison,” I said into the speaker, and heard the dial tone. “Don’t worry, baby,” I said to Rian as it rang. I ground my hips down into his one last time before I stood. He stayed reclined on the couch, one hand coming behind his head, the other to his crotch, where he stroked himself, unsubtly, through his pants, as I crossed the room to the windows. “I’ll take care of you later.”

The man smiled. “You better.”

“Gray?” A voice said over the phone. The lightness of it, so feminine, so different from Rian’s or Lucas’s or my own, had my stiff cock hardening still. I wanted to hear her say my name not with trepidation and curiosity, but with… passion, with release.

“Madison. I heard about your meeting with Rian.” Flowers were blooming in the garden outside. Pink ones. Their petals spilled open generously.

“Oh,” she said, “Oh, um–”

“You signed the documents.”

“Oh,” she said again, “I did.”

“In service of getting to know our pack a bit better, are you interested in coming over to our place for dinner? I’ll cook.” Rian raised his eyebrows at me, and I sent a rude gesture in his direction in response. “Friday night?”

“Well…”

“Saturday?”

“No, Friday works fine, but…”

“Yes?”

She hesitated. “I don’t think I need to remind you that the papers said I’m not looking for a pack for, well, for romantic purposes. So, I don’t really need to becourted, or anything. This isn’t supposed to be aromanticrelationship.”

“No, it doesn’t have to be romantic if you don’t want it to be, baby,” I said, practically purring, and I could hear the hitch in her breath even over the phone. The grin on Rian’s face was annoying as hell as I continued. “This is purelysexual, for you, right?”

“I–I–” she said, and I waited for her to complete her sentence for a long moment. She surprised me by saying, “Yes. That’s right. It is.”

I was tempted to offer to nix dinner and just skip to the latter part of the evening. Who knows, maybe she would have even taken me up: maybe shedidn’tneed or want to be courted or wined and dined or wooed. My alpha certainly had no problem with the idea of saying fuck the three-course, homemade meal and skipping straight to the point where I took what I wanted and gave her what she needed.

But… that small voice in my head kept telling me I didn’t want to fuck this up.

This omega–thiswoman–liked Rian, and he liked her, and her scent of vanilla and sugar made my heart beat fast and my cock chub up and maybe, maybe, somewhere between me and Rian and Lucas, she would find a place. A home.

To stay.

If there was even the remotest possibility of keeping her, I didn’t want to jeopardize that.

So instead I just said, “see you Friday, then,” told her I would pick her up at 7, and hung up.

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