22. McQuinn

22

McQuinn

I need a cold shower. Immediately. Making straight for the little bathroom off our in-home gym, I crank the water as cold as it'll go, then chuck my clothes on the floor.

I don't know what happened today, but I've never felt so out of control. It started out fine, a normal team workout. But then Meggie started doing yoga, and every time she moved into downward doggie style or whatever the yoga name is, it was like she was presenting that ass just for me. I wanted to yank her leggings down and seize her.

Judging by the scents in the room, the rest of my pack was having very similar thoughts.

I step into the shower and breathe through the rush of cold that hits my back. My aching dick goes soft and I can finally think straight.

It's not like we haven't seen her stretch before, but something about today was fucking different. I'm not sure what tipped me over the edge, maybe the steadily increasing pheromones from the rest of my pack. Or maybe the way Nils kept watching her like he wanted to do unspeakable things to her. I hated him looking at her like that. Hated and loved it.

I've never seen him look at a woman that way. I know he's bi, like me, but I also know he's never been with a woman. The thought of him with Meggie has me both hard and angry.

I force myself to stay under the cold water for another count of thirty, then turn the heat as high as it'll go, letting the tension ease out of my muscles.

Meggie is… something. I thought she'd have a grounding influence on our pack, considering her horoscope—and in a way, she does—but she's also unsettling pack dynamics. Unsettling all of us.

It's not just today and whatever heightened arousal bullshit that was, it's more than that.

Harrison used to spend most of his time alone when we weren't training, but now he's hanging out in the common areas, almost like he can't help but be drawn into Meggie's orbit. I've seen the man laugh more in the past month than in all the years I've known him.

Then there's Ellis, drooling over her like a puppy with a bone, which I don't think Dante is thrilled about. But I've also seen the way Dante looks at her. If the man wasn't so set on avoiding anything that might hinder our chances with an omega, he'd be all over Meggie already.

And Oz… I've never seen him work so hard to sleep with a woman, or get rejected so many times. It's comical, really. The poor guy is blue balling it hard. He hasn't been with anyone else either. Not since Meggie moved in. He's never gone this long without sex.

I don't know how I feel about the way she's got them all wrapped around her finger, but I know how I feel about Nils. I've never seen him like this. He's usually so steady, indestructible. Head down, focused, working towards the Olympics and studying to get into med school afterwards. But now he spends half his time watching her. Like she's a puzzle that fascinates him. One he wants to solve.

The bathroom door opens and Nils strolls in. Speak of the devil . Steam billows out into the gym behind him, but all it takes is one look at his eyes and I don't give a fuck about the heat escaping.

Without a word, he reaches back and pulls his shirt over his head. I love when he does that. His shorts go next, and I don't hide the way I stare as his cock breaks free. It's so hard it sticks straight up against his flat abs.

I open the glass door to the shower, inviting him in. It's the smallest bathroom in the house and the shower is barely big enough for both of us, but that just makes my heart pound faster. I want him close.

Nils hasn't come to me since Meggie moved in. I've wanted to explain it away as exhaustion from training and studying, but it stings. Especially when I had to watch him stare at her all morning.

Now, he's looking at me the same way he looked at her and it makes hope spring to life in my chest and my cock spring to life between my legs.

We don't say anything as he presses himself against me and kisses me under the spray of hot water. Like most people, he's shorter than me and I have to bend down to reach his lips, but he always lifts on his toes and it makes me feel like he's desperate to get to me, like he'd climb a mountain just to reach my lips.

"Did you come to find me?" I already know the answer, but I want him to confirm it, to know it's me he's after.

Nils nods, and I watch his throat bob as he swallows. I want to lick the spot where his pulse beats under his flesh. I want to bite him. Fucking hell, I want to bite and bond him so bad. But we've never talked about it before. Never even come close. I've never really been sure where I stand with him.

I'm not any better at sharing how I feel than he is and I don't want to be the one to initiate that conversation. I'd prefer to show him. Hopefully, after the Olympics and what I have planned, it'll be clear.

"What do you want, baby?" I let my words brush over his lips, and he groans. He's panting already. Such a damn turn-on.

"I want you. I need you. Now, McQuinn."

We're both alphas, but when it's just the two of us, I like to bottom. He rocked my world the first time we hooked up, and it's absolutely our default preference as a pair. He might be quiet, but that doesn't mean he's submissive. When you get him in the bedroom, the man is a beast.

But every once in a while, he'll come to me almost begging for it. Pleading for me to fuck him. I can always tell which it's gonna be. There's just a different vibe about him. Like right now. Right now, he wants to be commanded. Used.

It happens most when he's really got something on his mind, when his thoughts are too much. He doesn't want to be the one making decisions.

I'm all too happy to oblige him. I love when he gets like this, knowing I can give him what he's craving and quiet his thoughts for even just a few minutes. "Turn around."

His hands hit the foggy glass wall of the enclosed shower, and he offers me his back. I trail kisses down his spine, lower, then nip his ass.

"Fuck you," he moans with a chuckle.

I reply by slapping right where my teeth just marked his flesh.

A small gasp makes me stand, gaze flying to the doorway. The glass is too foggy to see well, so I wipe it with my forearm.

And see her .

Meggie. Standing just inside the open bathroom door, her eyes fixed on Nils and me.

"I…I.." she stammers. "Thought someone left the water running. Just came back to finish…"

She's deliciously uncomfortable, but she hasn't retreated. She just stands there, lips parted, eyes slightly glazed. I want to push that discomfort as far as it'll go. Punish her for the way Nils looked at her before. The way his eyes are glued to her now. I want her to know exactly what she's interrupting, that this is my time with him.

But I don't want her to leave. I hate that I don't want her to leave. I want her to stand there and watch, want those big, gorgeous eyes to see how good I make my man feel.

Wrapping my arm around Nils's waist, I pull his body flush against mine. With my other hand on his cock, I keep my eyes on Meggie as the glass slowly fogs back over and I start to stroke. Nils groans, hand swiping away the fog, giving us both the view we want.

He thrusts into my hand, too riled up to hold himself still and let me have my way with him. He's already so close. I can feel it in the way he's tensing.

The mist in the bathroom makes Meggie look otherworldly. She's frozen, mouth still parted from her gasp, cheeks almost as rosy as her lips. A perfect picture forms in my mind. Me, sliding into her from behind as she takes Nils's cock down her throat. Fuck.

A quick adjustment, and my cock is between Nils's legs, using his thighs and his balls for the friction I need. I'd planned on keeping this all about him, but I can't contain myself. Not with Meggie staring at us like that.

Nils twitches and ropes of cum splatter the glass. I'm right behind him, hand pounding the shower wall as I curse.

Meggie jumps and jerks her attention away from us, barely managing a mumbled apology before she spins and slams the door closed behind her.

A faint whiff of brown sugar lingers in the steamy air. For a second, my alpha nature rears up, snapping at me to pay attention to her scent. There's something different about it. Something that makes me feel primal and needy. Something that makes me want to chase her, destroy her the way she's destroying me.