48. Chapter Forty-Seven

Chapter Forty-Seven

Lana

D id I suspect for one minute that when I woke up this morning, I’d be claiming a true mate today? Not for one tenth of one single second. If someone had told me it was on the cards, I would have laughed and told them they were crazy.

But here I am, in my office, being fucked raw by one of the four hottest guys I’ve ever seen in real life while learning that he’s not just randomly attracted to me.

Pete told me we’re fated, and suddenly the protective behavior and sexual tension make a whole lot more sense.

No wonder Shadow’s perfume got me so turned on.

These men are my mates.

All four of them.

Ezra, the caring doctor I’ve been crushing on for weeks, Owen the Alpha-hole with hidden depths, Shadow the excitable Omega with the spicy-sweet perfume, and Pete, the loyal protector I fell for within a day.

How the hell I got this lucky, I doubt I’ll ever know.

Pete fucks me slowly, his movements a bit limited by the slightly awkward position we’re in on the too-small couch. I’m not going to complain. It makes what we’re doing feel special.

I get to admire his muscular body while he rocks into me.

Every languorous movement builds on the friction that’s eventually going to make me come all over his thick cock. It feels so fucking good, I could lie here all day.

“Can you mark me while you claim me?” I ask.

He isn’t much taller than I am, so I’m guessing it’s an option.

“I can mark you while I’m inside you,” he confirms. “Is that what you want?”

“It is,” I decide.

I don’t need to think about it.

At any other time in my life, with anyone else, it wouldn’t have felt right.

With him, right now, it’s exactly what I want.

I guess that’s what makes it fated.

He moves down and leans in to kiss the right side of my throat.

“This side, or the other?” he asks.

“The right seems easier,” I admit, not really caring where it is.

It’s probably not smart to get visible marks while I’m working in such an important job, but it feels like something I don’t want to hide, and I’m not interested in pretending to be someone I’m not.

This was fated for me. These men, this pack.

I chose this job. I’m only here now because I’m trying to help Omegas.

If it fell through, I’d find other ways to help. It wouldn’t be the end of the world.

Not like it would be if I missed out on the pack I’m supposed to be a part of, the mates I’m destined to be with. I don’t like the thought of that one little bit.

I’m so beyond done with being alone.

“It might nip,” Pete warns me. “But it won’t feel bad for long.”

“I trust you.”

He kisses me again first.

Then his teeth sink into my skin.

It stings, for a second, and then I cry out as I start to come, as if Pete’s mark just hit the sweetest spot on my body. My pussy clenches around his cock and he groans as he moves back from my throat. He licks at his lips before he grunts low and hard, thrusting deeper for a few seconds.

I’m still recovering from that insane, mark induced climax while he comes inside me.

“Fucking hell that was incredible,” he murmurs, wiping his face before he moves back.

I feel wet instantly, and I stand up before I can drip cum all over the couch.

It didn’t seem weird to be at work when this started, but it definitely does now that it’s done.

“I really didn’t think about the clean up,” I admit, making Pete laugh.

He gazes at my thighs. “I’ll clean that up for you, if you like.”

The sexy tone he uses makes me nix that idea before it sounds too good.

“Uh, no. I don’t want to have to explain to anyone why there are weird stains on this couch, and I get the feeling we’ll ruin the furniture if we keep going.”

“Damn,” he murmurs. “I guess we’ll just have to wait for tonight.”

Oh, God, that’s hot.

There’s no awkward goodbye, no wondering if he’ll call. I straight up just went from single girl to practically engaged in one sexual encounter. He wants more of me, and he’s not afraid to admit it.

“I guess we will,” I tell him as I shuffle over to my desk, where my clothes are scattered on the floor and I have a box of tissues that are going to have to handle cleaning me up so I can get my clothes back on, or at least what’s left of them.

My blouse is missing a couple of buttons now, apparently.

Pete gets dressed faster than I do, thanks to having less clothes and no semen dripping down his legs. I get my pants on before he slips around the desk to hug me from behind.

“I’m probably in trouble for this,” he tells me, not sounding too worried.

“With who?”

I can’t imagine any of his pack being mad about it. Ezra’s too easy going. Shadow seems similarly laid back. Owen …

Well, Owen has a chip on his shoulder about this city, and he did probably stop what just happened between Pete and I from happening sooner when he took over and stood guard over me last night. I wonder if that was on purpose.

Pete sighs. “Everyone. Ezra was supposed to be the one to speak to you about the whole fated mates thing. He was just waiting to speak to Owen about it first.”

“Owen doesn’t seem to like me.”

“It never seems like Owen likes anyone,” Pete says as he lets me go. “That’s just kind of how he is.”

I pick up my bra and put it back on. Then I look at the blouse.

It’s wearable, I guess. At least one of the missing buttons won’t be seen since that part will be tucked into my pants. The other one isn’t enough to leave a big gap or anything. I don’t think.

“Sorry about your shirt. I’ll get you a new one.”

“It’s fine. I can wear it.”

I put it on. It looks fine.

It’s nowhere near as bad as a food stain.

I’m just slipping my feet back into my pumps when there’s a knock on the door.

I glance at Pete, and he goes straight over, while I smooth my hands over my hair.

Pete unlocks the door, and I catch sight of Erika.

“Ms. Cole has visitors.”

Visitors?

I think fast, trying to remember if I had a meeting pencilled in for today.

“I don’t think so,” Pete says, glancing back at me.

I shrug at him, coming around the desk to find out what’s going on.

“Who did they check in with?” I ask.

Erika peers around Pete as I get closer.

“They spoke directly with security. I think you’ll want to see them.”

I get to Pete’s side and Erika gives me a bright smile. She glances back to the reception area and makes a high-pitched squeeing sound. Then she looks right at me.

“Brooke said you knew she was coming, but I guess you were kind of, uh, busy,” she says, glancing at Pete and back at me. “So, I kept her company at reception, and her cute as hell mate Kellan went to grab some coffee from the break room.”

I can feel the color draining from my face as Erika waves my visitor over.

Brooke is here, and from the sound of it, she just heard me having sex with Pete.

I brush my hair down to cover the mark he made on my throat.

I knew it. I knew today was going to be torture.