Track 11 Line by Line

This might sound crazy, but I've never been to a fair before. Not as a kid, and certainly not as an adult. I've been too busy. Far too busy to do something as mundane as have fun for the sake of it.

Don't get me wrong. My life is plenty fun. I love my job, I wouldn't change it for the world, and Gary and Rafe make sure I take time to relax and recuperate, especially after a heat, but that usually means going to a hidden tropical island and hiding from… well, everyone.

It rarely includes something like this.

This vibrant, pulsing, oil scented and noisy fair.

We've been all over the grounds, eaten our weight in greasy fair food, ridden countless rides—well, mostly Sorrel and I have ridden the rides while the alphas stand by. The only time they climb onto one is when our girl or I beg them to ride with us, otherwise they all wait at the exit gate with Clarence, Sorrel's new unicorn. I fucking love that she named him that.

"I'm having the best time," I say to Sorrel, nuzzling into her neck and letting her lavender soothe me, even as it makes my cock hard. "This has been the best day. Thank you for coming with us."

I love the flush of pink in her cheeks, love that her sun-kissed olive skin is warm and smells like sunscreen and coconut. Love that she's been smiling all day, not the fake one she gives when she doesn't want anyone to know she's uncomfortable or faking it.

She hugs her purple unicorn closer and turns to press a quick kiss to my cheek. It's so sweet and so unexpected coming from her, that I pull up short and stare at her, making Gage curse when he crashes into my back. "Jesus, Cordova, warn a guy!"

I glance over at him, a smirk pulling at my lips. "Warn a guy before you grind your cock on his ass, Wagner." I quip back, grinning like a loon when Sorrel laughs, tipping her head back and showing off the smooth line of her throat. My eyes latch onto the spot I want to bite, internally claiming it as mine, even if I have to fight all these alphas for the right for my bite to be front and center.

I need the fucking world to know that she is claimed. Mine.

If the low, hot growls coming from the three men around us are any sign, they're all feeling the same thing.

Sorrel's cheeks go an even brighter pink as she drops her chin, aqua eyes wide. She clears her throat and looks around at anything but the four of us. "So, uh, what else do you want to do? Any rides in particular you want to make sure we hit before we go home?"

Home. I love the sound of that. Home with the five of us. Because I have no doubt that Gage and Sorrel's friendship is going to become a hell of a lot more than that. And soon, if the heat in his eyes anytime he looks at her is anything to go by.

I can't wait for that.

The only thing my little omega heart wants is for my pack to be together and happy. I'd give up everything else for that. The money, the fame, my career.

Not that any of my pack members would make me do that. But I would if they asked.

Without a second's hesitation.

Even if it was Gage, who is a growly bear and won't stop glaring at anyone who isn't Sorrel.

I just need to prove to him we can do this. We can be the pack he needs. And that starts with proving that we can be the pack Sorrel needs.

I give her a sly smirk. "I think we should hit the Ferris wheel."

One of her gorgeous aqua eyes squints at me like she's trying to figure out what the hell that means and why there's a spike in my cheesecake scent, even through the scent dampeners I have on.

We all put them on this morning. It's a standing agreement in our pack that if we go out in public, we hide our scents. It's not normal, but the last thing we want is to be recognized by rabid fans, especially at a time like this, where I want all my focus on my girl. Before we started taking this precaution, fans found me just because they smelled cheesecake and followed it to the source.

All over the internet fans have posted videos of them following what they think will be my scent and being disappointed when they come across a bakery instead.

"Okay," she draws out the word before tilting her head to find the ride towering above us. I hook an arm around her waist and drag her toward the Ferris wheel, only to be brought up short by a woman around Sorrel's age with a chocolate smeared toddler on her hip.

"I'm sorry to interrupt," she says, wincing slightly. I already have my fan smile in place, curling my lips in that welcoming way that I practiced for hours in the mirror to get it just right. Only… the woman's eyes aren't focused on me, they're on… Gage. "I just had to double check I was seeing this right. Is that Gage Wagner?"

Sorrel laughs as Gage steps forward, his face melting into something a little warmer than the sub-zero he's been treating us to all day.

"You aren't losing your vision, Joann," the girl on my arm quips. "It is indeed the great Gage Wagner, back from doing heroic shi-stuff." She corrects herself.

I swear a faint pink colors the growly man's cheeks as he moves forward to wrap one arm tentatively around the woman and her child in a quick hug. The kid fusses and he steps back quickly, though I suspect it has more to do with Gage's discomfort than the child's.

"How's it going, Joann?" He asks, looking politely interested, but also like he'd rather be anywhere but here right now.

"Oh, good." She hefts the toddler higher. "Married Chet, popped out a few little ones." Her eyes move to my girl. "Sorrel." Her tone is decidedly less friendly, but Sorrel just smiles.

"Joann. How's Gertie doing? I heard she caught the flu last week."

Joann's brows arch in surprise, like she either can't believe Sorrel knows this or she can't believe she's asking about it. "She's good," she says slowly. "All better. Thrilled to be well enough to come here." She glances over her shoulder. "She's around here somewhere with Lydia Greer and her little girl, Kori."

Sorrel smiles wider. "I'm sure they're having a great time." I watch them converse, taking in the dynamic. Sorrel does most of the talking while Gage gets most of the attention. Joann's eyes stay focused on the big alpha in a way that speaks of a greater familiarity than just friendly. Maybe that's why Joann seems standoffish to Sorrel.

She's always had a thing for Gage, and Sorrel is his best friend, soon to be more. Maybe Joann had visions of Gage falling in love with her, but she views Sorrel as the reason it didn't happen. Either way, there's some definite tension in the air.

And Sorrel seems to just ignore it, her fake pleasant smile on her mouth as she catches up with a woman who clearly doesn't like her, but won't walk the fuck away because of Gage, who is apparently a bit of a big deal around here.

Joann slides her gaze to Gage with a coy smile on her lips. "Did you hear about the Stillwell pack?"

I stiffen at the name and, out of the corner of my eye, I see Gray and Rafe pull in just a little closer.

The smile drops from Sorrel's face as her brow furrows. "No, I didn't. What happened?"

"Two nights ago, someone beat the shit, " she mouths the swear word before continuing, "out of them."

"Is that so?" Sorrel glances up at Gage and then back to the rest of us. Not one of us meets her gaze. Gage stares pointedly at Joann, like he's enthralled by her revelation. Gray and Rafe are looking around the fair like they find the games and the rides fascinating suddenly, and I'm focused on a funnel cake vendor. Though, to be fair, I really want to try a funnel cake. They look delicious.

"Mmhmm," Joann says, looking at the rest of us. "Couple of them ended up in the hospital."

" Really ." Sorrel glares around at the four of us, totally giving away the game. But Joann doesn't seem to catch on, too eager to share the gossip.

"Really. And I heard Chief Stillwell isn't even gonna do anything about it. He can't. Has no leads. Stephen told him the guys were masked. They don't have anything to go on."

Sorrel relaxes slightly at that, and I realize the look on her face wasn't anger like I thought, but concern for us. That she was worried we'd be arrested. Sweet, darling girl. She'll learn that being a member of the Cordova pack means being untouchable.

"That's awful," Sorrel says, sounding like she actually means it. My girl must be a phenomenal actor because I almost believe her and I know there's no love lost between her and the Stillwell pack.

Joann snorts. "Sure. It's so awful."

She gets it.

The toddler starts fussing, and Joann bounces a few times, finally looking up and taking in the rest of us standing in a huddle around them.

I brace for the exclamation of recognition, for the photo requests and the throng of people around us to suddenly be aware that there is a celebrity pack in their midst. If the way Rafe draws closer and the guards tighten up around us is any sign, they're waiting for the same thing, but then the Joann just shrugs and hefts her toddler higher on her hip. "Well, I better find Gertie and get this one cleaned up. Enjoy yourself, you two. You deserve it." She flashes a quick smile to Gage. "Good to see you again, Wagner. I'll tell Chet you're back in town. You guys should catch up."

Then, with hardly a glance at me, Gray, and Rafe, she turns on her heel and carries her child away.

I blink after them. "Is that all?"

Sorrel squints up at me. "You were expecting more?"

"I'm Liam Cordova," I splutter. "And she didn't care! How did she not care?"

Gage places his hand at the base of Sorrel's spine and guides her toward the line for the Ferris wheel. "Maybe she had no clue who you are. You're incognito after all." His tone is one hundred percent mocking and it fifty percent turns me on. I have no idea why.

"Even incognito, most people recognize me when they get close enough."

Sorrel grins over her shoulder at me, and it hits me in my chest like an arrow. Cupid's arrow. Fuck, it's too early to say I love this girl, right? Right. Definitely can't let on that my feelings for her have gotten so deep, so fast.

Not only will it worry my pack, but it'll probably send her running for the hills too.

"Don't worry about it, Liam. Gage is a celebrity around here. He saved a kid from drowning when he was fourteen and received a commendation from the mayor and the police department. Ever since then, he's been Lake Kilrose's very own golden boy. Him being home is big news."

"Even bigger than an actual celebrity being in town?" I know I'm pouting. It doesn't make any sense because I should be grateful that no one has recognized me, that I get to have this time with Sorrel and Gage and my pack without the constant interruptions of people trying to grab a quick selfie with me or wanting to tell me what they think of my last album or movie.

But I worked damn hard in my career. I enjoy meeting my fans. If I didn't, I wouldn't keep doing what I'm doing.

"Stop pouting," Rafe orders in a low voice, sending a delightful shiver down my spine and straight to my cock, which makes the half chub I've been sporting all day grow to a full erection, tenting my shorts.

Rafe bites his lip as he notices, and I glare at him. "Really?"

He shrugs and tugs me in for a kiss. "Maybe our girl will help you with that."

My mind swirls with all kinds of thoughts and plans at his casual mention of Sorrel helping to ease the ache in my balls. "That's really not helping," I grit out as my cock leaks like a freaking fountain, right here in the middle of a lovely family fun fair.

As we queue up in line, Sorrel turns to look at us. "So we're just not gonna talk about it?"

The four of us find the fair absolutely fascinating. She huffs and tosses her braid over her shoulder. "Really?" The frustration in her tone draws my eyes back to her. "I asked you not to do anything about it. I told you I was handling it."

Rafe moves a little closer to her. "I have no idea what you're talking about, conejita ."

She scowls. "Oh, you don't do you? How about the rest of you?" Her glare lands on all of us. "Nothing? Really. Should I spell it out for you? The Stillwell pack being hospitalized days after-" She cuts off as Gage slaps a hand over her mouth, but her glare remains.

"We have no idea what you're talking about, biscuit," he growls at her. "We had nothing to do with the Stillwell pack. If you remember the four of us were with you that night, yeah? Drinking beers on the dock of the Shack while you finished up work." Her brows relax and she gives a tentative nod. "Right," Gage continues. "Now, we had nothing to do with it, but I'm sure whoever it was had a damn good reason. Maybe the Stillwell pack has been taking advantage of people for far too long. Maybe whoever did this got sick and tired of doing nothing. And maybe they would be willing to do so much fucking worse to those assholes. But it wasn't us. Clear?"

Sorrel gives another nod. " Good girl ," he murmurs and I nearly combust at the praise, even though it isn't directed at me. "Now, with that said, I'm fucking thrilled that they got the shit beat out of them."

Sorrel's back to scowling now. Gage jerks and I glance shown expecting to see she's kicked him like she did earlier, but her feet are still firmly planted on the ground. Gage's eyes darken, and his chest heaves in one giant breath before he rasps, "Did you just lick me?"

Oh, fuck. These two do absolutely nothing for my boner. I should look into some kind of super powered boxer that can keep it concealed. Just strap that shit down, so I don't get caught with an erection in public, especially if we're going to be spending as much time with Sorrel and Gage as I hope.

Sorrel's eyes narrow, and her jaw moves slightly.

"Keep doing that, biscuit," Gage says, inching closer to her, voice all growly and heavy with need, wood smoke and vanilla whiskey flooding the air. "See what it gets you." I'm pretty sure he means his cock. It seems to dawn on Sorrel too, because her cheeks flush a bright red and her thighs rub together as she lets out a soft little moan that has all of us pressing closer to her.

"Next," the guy manning the ride calls, drawing our attention.

Oh, thank fuck. I need some alone time with my girl.

Faster than anyone can react, I link my fingers with Sorrel's and drag her up the stairs.

"Sorrel and I will take this one," I say, tugging her past the attendant before any of the alphas argue or step in. I suspect that if they said anything, it wouldn't be because they want to ride with me, but because they want to ride with her.

Our girl giggles as I drag her to the seat and push her into it, settling next to her with my entire side pressed against hers. She's so soft and sweet, and her lavender scent makes my mouth water.

Another laugh bubbles out of her as she looks to the alpha's still standing line. "Stop scowling or your face will get stuck like that!" she calls and I follow her line of sight to find Gage very much flaying me alive with his eyes.

I can't really blame him, seeing as he just had our girl's tongue on his skin. It is a shock, honestly. I've never had someone look at me like that. I'm an omega. It's natural for people to want to take care of me, coddle me. That an alpha is looking at me like he wants to kill me should worry me. It doesn't.

Gage won't do anything to hurt me because of Sorrel. So I toss him a smirk as I drape an arm over our girl's shoulder, pulling her into my side. She nuzzles into me, making my cock twitch and dribble. Gage strangles Clarence like he's imagining it's my neck his fingers are wrapped around. I honestly wouldn't have a problem with that, so long as he's not actually trying to kill me.

The ride moves and we glide backwards and up just slightly, watching as Gray and Rafe take the next cart, leaving Gage to ride with Clarence. Sorrel laughs harder when she sees that. "Oh, he's going to be so grumpy." Her shoulder nudges into my ribs. "You're gonna be in so much trouble."

I snuggle her closer, despite the sun beating down on us. "Totally worth it."

This close I can smell her arousal, not as strong as she can smell mine, I'm sure, but it's there, floral and sweet and I can't resist running my fingers up the inside of her thigh. Her legs tighten up a little and then relax, spreading just slightly, giving me access.

I take it, because who the fuck wouldn't?

My thumb presses along the seam of her shorts, scrapes over where I imagine her clit would be. She gasps, then moans, hips rolling into my hand the slightest bit. I can't help the low dirty chuckle that rumbles from my chest. "Gage got you all worked up, didn't he, lovely?"

Her cheeks flush even deeper, but she nods. "It's never… he's never done that before."

I hum and adjust my hand, working my way under the hem of her shorts—Gage was right, they are incredibly short—brushing against the soaked lace of her panties. "Would it help you to know just watching the two of you together got me hard?"

Her eyes widen adorably in surprise. "Really?" She sound breathless and turned on, her hips gently rocking into my touch, even more.

Wordlessly, I reach over with my free hand and pick up hers, placing her palm right over the hard ridge of my cock. Fuck, this is such a bad idea. We're very much in public, very much out in the open, though the cart we're in has fairly tall sides, even at the front and the back.

But now that Sorrel's hand is actually on my dick, I'm pretty sure I won't be able to leave this ride without coming.

And making her come too.

Fuck, I want that so badly.

She must be thinking along the same lines. "Is it true that omega cum tastes like the omega smells?" She asks, cheeks bright red even as she doesn't stop gently caressing my hard, dripping cock through my shorts. There's a wet spot forming along the zipper and there isn't a chance in hell that everyone isn't going to know that my beta made me horny as fuck on this Ferris wheel ride.

"Why don't you give me a lick and find out?" Holy shit, my voice is raspy, thick with lust. With need. I need Sorrel to actually touch me. Skin on skin. I need her mouth on my cock and I need to cum down her pretty throat and all over her face. I need to mark her as mine so every asshole I've seen eye up her thick thighs and plump ass knows she's taken, claimed .

Fuck. Yes. I need to claim my pretty beta.

My teeth ache at the thought and I have to pull my thoughts away from the overwhelming urge to bite her neck and bond her. It likely wouldn't last, anyway. An omega like me can't create a lasting mate bond. We'd need one of my alphas to link us together. And then if I bit Sorrel, that might strengthen our own bond.

But still, a pretty bite mark on her neck would get the point across to everyone else. A necklace of them would be even better. Four mating bites all in a row. Mmm. Fuck yes.

All thought flees as Sorrel bends her head and licks my cock, moaning in pleasure at the taste. Holy shit, while I'd been lost in the fantasy of sinking my teeth into her flesh, she was busy undoing my fly and pulling my erection out through the open, red and ready and dripping like a fountain.

"Oh, fuck," I moan as she licks me again, lapping up the pre-cum that's flowing from me unchecked.

"You taste so good," she murmurs before sinking her mouth over me, taking me deep. My hand fists in her hair and I only just barely keep from ruining her braid.

"You feel so good," I respond with a whimper, hips bucking on instinct. "Fuck, Sorrel. I'm too fucking wound up. I'm going to come too quickly."

She looks up at me from under her lashes. "That's probably a good thing. The Ferris wheel is going to move eventually."

I swear there's a flare of heat in her eyes as she says it, like she enjoys the idea of getting caught, of people knowing what we're doing up here. I chuckle. "Lovely, dirty girl. That turns you on, doesn't it?"

She shrugs and runs the flat of her tongue up the underside of my cock, making me groan. "Yes, just like that. You going to swallow my cum, lovely? You going to drink down every single fucking drop I give you?"

She hums and sucks harder, dropping lower until I hit the back of her throat and she fucking swallows like I'd just been asking her to do. My thumb presses into her clit and she moans around me, the vibrations making stars explode behind my eyes. "Oh, fuck," I moan, hips thrusting up, sending the cart rocking. "Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck. Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck ." My hips punch up with every word, fucking into her open and willing mouth, her throat. "So good, lovely. So fucking good. Just like that." My fingers tighten in her hair, holding her down, and she fucking lets me, moaning quietly as I use her for my pleasure.

She slides one hand up my thigh and cups my balls through the fabric of my shorts, squeezing and tugging as best as she can, and I fucking explode. Biting my lip, I groan loader than I probably should, hips thrust up and stalling out as she swallows and swallows and swallows. Stars burst behind my eyes and my vision goes spotty.

I might black out for a second, because when I come to, Sorrel has lapped up every drop of cum she can find. She places a gentle kiss on the tip of my cock and then tucks me away, as I just sit there and grin down at her dazedly.

At least, until I realize she's not so subtly grinding against my hand. "Need some relief, baby?" I ask, sounding smug as fuck, because she's using my hand to get herself off.

"Yes." Her cheeks flush deeper as she guides my hand where she needs me. I let her do it happily, groaning when she hooks a finger in the crotch of her shorts and panties and pulls it to the side. I barely get a glimpse of neatly manicured black curls before she's pressing two of my fingers into her, and it's just so. Fucking. Sexy.

"Is that where you need me, lovely?" I ask, taking over, sliding my fingers out of her, sticky with her arousal, before pushing them back in slowly, savoring the feel of her wet heat, imagining sliding my cock inside her.

God. It'll feel like home, won't it?

"Liam, please."

"Please what, lovely dirty girl?"

"More," she gasps as the tips of my fingers move over the rough patch of nerves that makes her back arch.

"More?"

" Yes ," she all but snarls at me. I chuckle. Horny Sorrel is not afraid to ask for what she needs and I fucking love it.

I pull back and force myself into her harder, faster, making her whimper and her eyes roll in pleasure. "Shh, baby. Don't get too loud. We don't want anyone to know what we're doing up here, do we? Don't want anyone to know that I have my fingers buried in your pretty little cunt. "

Her head snaps up and I watch in amusement as she tries to arrange her face into something that doesn't look like I'm strumming her g-spot. I lean forward and lick her upper lip, sucking it into my mouth the way I've wanted to do from the first time I saw her.

Her tongue flicks out against mine and then we're kissing, deep and filthy, like my fingers in her pussy and it's fucking everything I've dreamed of.

"Such a good girl," I murmur against her mouth, her cheek. "Making your omega come like that. Such a filthy fucking girl to do it in public, where anyone could see." I press a soft kiss to her faintly sweaty temple. "And now I'm gonna make you come. Right here in the middle of the fair. Gonna make my beta squeeze my fingers and gush all over my fucking hand."

She moans, hips rocking, even as she struggles to keep herself from giving away what I'm doing to her as our cart starts its descent. "Better hurry, Sorrel. I'm not removing my fingers from this pussy until you come, even if that means everyone down there gets a show, gets to see what you look like when you come." Lies. Lies. Lies.

But she seems to like it, the motion of her hips growing harried as I finger fuck her harder. "Please, please. Please."

I pull back just enough to watch her come undone, mouths brushing as she grips my wrist and holds me in place, her tight inner muscles squeezing my fingers rhythmically. " Liam ." I swear I almost come again at her breathy, pleasure filled voice saying my name as she reaches her peak. "Oh, fuck. Liam ."

I stick with her through it, easing her down, before regretfully pulling my fingers from inside her, leaving a trail of sticky arousal on her thigh that I make a mental reminder to lick off later. Or maybe Gray or Rafe should do that. I'm sure they'd appreciate being given the chance.

Her chest is heaving and flushed as I smooth her panties back into place and then her shorts, before I give the seam a little pat.

Sorrel looks down and blinks, then looks up at me and blinks again, kiss swollen, mouth parted in shock. "I'm sorry, did you just… pat my vagina? Like we're on a sports team or something? Like job well done?"

I give her a cheeky little smile and wink. "I mean, it deserves it, doesn't it? It's the MVP of pussies."

A giggle erupts from her and one of her hands flies up to cover her mouth as she absolutely loses it. My heart swells and along with it, the starting chords to a song take shape. I'm going to immortalize this moment in song. Going to write about the first time my beta let me touch her, let me make her feel pleasure.

Not that a song will be enough to fully capture what I'm feeling in this moment, but fuck, I can't help myself.

She's still laughing as I lean forward and press my mouth to hers, tasting myself on her lips and her laughter on her tongue. I can't get enough. I'll never get enough. Sorrel's hand drifts up, cups my cheek softly as she kisses me back. And it's everything.

A throat clears nearby and I look up, startled to find the guy manning the Ferris wheel standing next to us. He's undone the lap guard and is staring at us expectantly. "Whenever you're ready," he says, a knowing gleam in his eyes.

Sorrel flushes from embarrassment and murmurs an apology as she scrambles out of the gondola, my hand on her ass to ‘help' keep her steady. Yes. Definitely helping and not copping a feel of my beta.

The guy smirks at me. I smirk back until I notice his gaze latch onto Sorrel's hips, the swell of her butt, that little curve of her lower cheek that Gage was absolutely right about being on display.

A low warning growl erupts from me and the guy rightfully pulls his gaze off my girl. "Sorry," he says. Unapologetically. I huff and hurry after Sorrel, who's halfway to the exit for the ride.

Once we're through the waist high gate, we stop, waiting for the rest of our group.

It doesn't take long. Sorrel steps back at the single-minded approach of my alpha's. Their gazes heated and their scents bleeding through the suppressants. I press my hand into her low lower back, keeping her from running away.

"Steady, lovely," I murmur to her as they reach us.

Rafe loops a hand around her waist and pulls her into his body, grinding his impressive erection against her belly as he kisses her like he's trying to consume her, tongue lashing the inside of her mouth and I know without a doubt that he's tasting the combination of her and me together.

I can't blame him. Even with the people around us. "You made my omega come," he growls against her mouth in a tone of voice that has excited shivers running all over my body and centering on my cock.

She pulls back and looks up at him with a dazed expression. "I'm… sorry?" It definitely comes out as a question rather than a statement. Like she's not sure if he's upset by that or not.

"I'm not," I say smugly, as Gray picks up my hand. The one that was between her thighs, that felt her tight grip as she came. He brings my fingers to his nose and inhales deeply while Sorrel watches, aqua eyes wide as saucers. She lets out a breathy whimper as he smirks, sucks my fingers into his mouth, and groans at our combined taste. He licks the remaining arousal from my skin, never taking his eyes off our girl.

A low growl sounds from my alpha at the same time as Gage, who looks like a growly grumpy storm cloud, even with a purple unicorn in his hands. The unicorn which he shoves at Rafe as he yanks Sorrel away from him, latching her to his side and rubbing his face—his scent—on her hair in a show of possessiveness that Sorrel seems to miss entirely.

I expect him to say something, to make some comment about how we shouldn't have done that in public, but he just starts moving her through the crowd, not bothering to check if the rest of us are following. "Come on, biscuit," he growls. "It's been almost an hour since you've eaten."

"Oh," I say, hurrying my footsteps so I'm on Sorrel's other side. "I could really go for a funnel cake."