8. Chapter 8

Chapter eight

Orlando

T his woman was going to be a true trial of his self-control.

Orlando couldn’t remember a time when he’d ever had as many hard-ons in a week as he’d had since meeting Genesis Valentine. One night he’d had a wet dream—an actual fucking wet dream —and the star of his nocturnal emission was their new sexy, doe-eyed omega who smelled like oranges and jasmine and honey and sin. And now she was sitting five feet away from him, offering him exactly what he’d fantasized about since the moment he saw her standing on his porch looking like a reincarnated old Hollywood starlet. He’d known then that he’d made the right decision about taking her on. Genesis was obviously going to shake up their lives. He may have underestimated just how much.

He was surprised that Luke and Gabe hadn’t even made it through dinner before getting physical with her. Orlando had felt his packmates’ excitement through the bond while he waited at the dining table, and it had taken a considerable effort to keep his seat. He’d soothed his agitation by rearranging his calendar, ensuring he’d be completely free the next day to help Genesis get settled in. He wasn’t even going to check his email or take any calls. He knew plenty of CEOs who worked much less and were still successful. Orlando hadn’t taken a real day off in nearly a decade.

Work had been his escape, a coping mechanism for his grief. Gradually, as he’d healed, he’d found a better balance—working shorter days, often remotely, and insisting on being home for dinner every evening. Yet he’d never fully unplugged in all that time, even when they’d had other temporary omegas. He was changing that for Genesis. And she was already making it more than worth his while.

Orlando had been attracted to Genesis immediately. Each of his packmates had been struck just as quickly, to varying degrees. Orlando knew just how smitten they were because Luke had been surlier than usual all week and Gabriel’s head had been completely in the clouds. With the two of them obviously enamored, Orlando had thought it his duty as pack leader to remain a bit detached. Someone had to maintain a little decorum.

“In that case, we’d better move this conversation along,” he said, breaking the intense silence that followed Genesis’s declaration. “I’m sure you can tell that we are quite happy to oblige you.”

Genesis glanced at Luke, whose lust was written all over his face, then at Gabe, whose expression was a softer version of the same hungry intensity. She flushed prettily, and the honey undertones of her scent grew more pronounced. Orlando suppressed a growl and resisted the urge to get closer to that mouthwatering smell.

“ All of you?” Genesis’s big brown eyes met his, then lowered shyly. Her voice held a note of uncertainty.

Orlando realized with dismay that she was unsure of him. Not Gabe or even the ever-cantankerous Luke, but him . Somehow, this irresistible creature seemed to think it was possible that he didn’t want to fuck her every bit as badly as his packmates did. Despite her admirable confidence, he’d made Genesis doubt his interest. It was a character defect, he knew, and one that had inadvertently hurt people before. His aloof demeanor worked wonders in the boardroom, but he had to remember to turn it off with people he cared about.

“Please accept my sincerest apologies for any miscommunication,” he said, uncrossing his legs and leaning forward to hold Genesis’s gaze. “If I for one moment gave you the impression that I’m not completely enthralled by you, then let me disabuse you of any such notion. Over the past week, I have mentally devoured you in every way imaginable. Twice. The only reason your thighs aren’t already wrapped around my head is because I need to make sure we have the safety discussion before I make you cum so hard you forget your name. Am I clear?”

Orlando watched with satisfaction as Genesis took a sharp inhale, pupils dilating. He’d let the slightest hint of a bark slip into his voice so that she could hear how she was fraying his self-control, driving him mad with need. Her skin looked so appealing, flushed rose gold. Orlando wanted to see more of it, to have every inch of her beautiful skin laid bare.

“Crystal,” Genesis replied, her husky voice low and teasing. “Let’s talk so we can get to the part where I don’t know my name. That sounds intriguing.”

Orlando laughed, pleased by her playfulness. It had been that way all evening. Genesis had slipped easily into their banter, joining Gabe in keeping the mood light and conversation flowing. She’d even gotten a few good jabs in on Luke, keeping him on his toes and in the moment. It was exactly what they needed.

“We each have our own kinks, and we’re open to exploring yours without judgement,” Orlando went on, once everyone grew serious again. “We’ll do frequent check-ins throughout, but we’d like you to choose two safe words: one that tells us you’re nearing your limit, and another that indicates you’ve reached it.”

Orlando watched Genesis for signs of discomfort. He knew that it was crucial to have this discussion up front, but to some people it implied they were into some seriously kinky shit. They weren’t. Luke liked a bit of rope play and, of course, some spanking and such, while Gabe got creative from time to time, but nothing too niche. Orlando enjoyed playing with control, submission, and delayed gratification. In contrast to some packs he knew, Pack Rossi was pretty tame. However, they weren’t too old to learn a few new tricks. Orlando was certain his packmates were as open as he was to discovering new kinks with Genesis.

They’d exchanged sexual histories during the initial paperwork phase, and Genesis’s was sparse. She’d never been with an alpha, which meant she’d never even been knotted. That could be intimidating enough without being afraid they might be masochists.

Genesis smiled, not looking at all rattled by the question. “Easy. Goldsmith for when I’m getting close and Pulitzer for when I’ve reached my limit.”

Orlando laughed, surprised and pleased again by her unbothered humor. “The top two awards in journalism. How fitting.”

Gabriel crossed the room, dropping to the floor in front of Genesis. He leaned against the couch, wrapping an arm around her calves. It looked so natural, as if he couldn’t stand another moment without touching her. Orlando could empathize. He felt the compulsion to get closer, but he knew that if he did, there would be no more talking.

“If you safe word, what do you need from us?” Gabriel asked, looking up at her with his puppy dog eyes. “We’d stop immediately, of course, but then do you want snuggles and reassurance, or space, or immediate discussion, or some combination of all that? What will make you feel safe and seen?”

Genesis smiled down at Gabe and the kid practically melted. Orlando couldn’t help his own smile. This was how he wanted his pack to feel. Safe and seen.

“I think it might depend,” Genesis replied, chewing on her plump bottom lip in a rather distracting way. “Can we say reassurance with the option to ask for space or something else in the moment?”

“Of course,” Orlando replied. “But we should make a rule that we discuss it within twenty-four hours. We don’t want to move forward without addressing any issues and coming to an understanding of what you need.”

“Hard limits?” Luke asked in an impatient growl. Orlando gave him a warning look, and Luke softened his tone. “Is there anything you don’t like or know you’re not willing to try?”

Genesis chewed her lip again, brow furrowed in thought. Orlando was having a difficult time keeping himself from freeing that lip by sucking it into his own mouth. Perhaps Luke wasn’t the only one growing impatient.

“I don’t know, really.” She shrugged, flushing a little. “I don’t think I’ll like pain very much. I mean, more than spanking. I’m pretty sure I’ll like being spanked.”

Luke’s eyes widened. “You mean to tell me you’ve been walking around with that absolute masterpiece of an ass, and nobody has ever spanked you?”

Orlando could understand his incredulity. Genesis did have an exquisite ass. She was pear-shaped, with perky little breasts, thick thighs, and wide hips completing the extremely sexy package. The thought of that ass in the air, glowing rosy with Luke’s handprints, was enough to snap the last of Orlando’s control.

“I think we’ve covered the most important points,” he announced decisively. “It’s obviously past time you gave Genesis the spanking you’ve been promising her all evening.”

Luke smiled wolfishly. He stood and prowled toward the couch. Genesis gasped, her chest heaving and eyes wide. Gabe moved to her other side and perched on the arm of the couch. Orlando’s packmates looked to him expectantly.

“Strip down to your bra and panties,” Orlando ordered, watching Genesis carefully. “Show us the rest of your perfect body.”

Genesis blushed but didn’t hesitate. She slipped out of her boots, then stood to shimmy out of her jeans, before pulling her sweater over her head. Instead of sitting back down, she stared at Orlando, awaiting his next command. He liked that.

He took his time looking her over, appreciating every dip and curve. Her bra was a lacy little halter that obviously provided no support, but was sexy as hell, nonetheless. Orlando could see the stiff peaks of her nipples straining against the scraps of fabric, begging to be licked and teased. Her stomach was soft and smooth, and there was an inviting roll below where her waist dipped in. Orlando made a mental note to bite those delicious love handles at his earliest opportunity.

Her black lace panties stretched over her hips in a way that made Orlando’s dick throb. She didn’t have to turn around for him to know that her ass must look incredible in the scraps of lace. He exchanged a look with Luke, who nodded slightly, his eyes dark and ravenous.

“Turn around and kneel on the couch,” Orlando said, swallowing hard as she complied. He’d been right about her ass, and it took an effort to suppress a growl. “Knees wide, beautiful. Arch your back and show Luke what he’s been fantasizing about.”

Luke growled low as Genesis complied, widening her stance and arching her back just as Orlando had instructed. The black lace covered very little, leaving the luscious globes of each cheek exposed. It was an ass meant to be spanked and squeezed and rubbed and worshipped.

“Goddamn that is a gourmet, grade A, Georgia peach right there, boys!” Luke exclaimed, leaning back and examining Genesis’s display as if appraising a work of art. “My god, woman, I am going to enjoy this. And trust me, Buttercup, so are you.”

Genesis whined. Orlando gripped the arms of his chair, fighting to remain seated. He could see the slick escaping her soaked panties and glistening on her spread thighs. He wanted desperately to trail a finger through that wetness, and then let Genesis suck it off so she could taste how sweet she was. Once he was satisfied that she appreciated her deliciousness, he’d lick it directly from the source until she flooded his tongue.

He wouldn’t do it just yet though. It was one of his kinks—dragging out the anticipation for as long as possible, denying himself until his self-control finally snapped. Usually, Orlando could watch Luke and Gabe play for hours, but something told him that he’d be getting involved much sooner tonight. He wanted to take it slow and focus on her pleasure, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t going to have his share of the fun.

“Warm her up, Luke,” Orlando drawled, finally unleashing his second-in-command. “I want her sweet pussy soaking wet when Gabe eats her out.”

Genesis whined again and Gabe stood abruptly, obviously eager to get to his part. He rounded the couch and slanted his mouth over hers, kissing her deeply. Orlando nodded at Luke.

“I seem to remember a certain sassy little omega making disparaging remarks about my youth and vitality.” Luke tilted his head toward one shoulder then the other, as if stretching before a workout, then prowled closer to the couch. He gathered Genesis’s curls in one hand, pulling her head back and breaking her kiss with Gabe, forcing her to look at him. “I’m going to spank this luscious ass until it’s nice and rosy and you’re dripping enough slick to ruin the upholstery. You need a nice, long lesson about respecting your elders. I think maybe you need a lick for every year between us.”

Orlando frowned, watching Genesis intently for signs of discomfort. “Twenty licks might be a lot for your first time. Are you okay trying this?”

Genesis stared up at Luke, who still had a hand fisted in her hair. Her lips were a bit swollen from Gabe’s kiss, and her eyes were glazed, but she nodded. “Yes. I want to.”

“Remember your safe words. It’s okay if you don’t enjoy it,” Orlando reminded her. He knew he was being overly cautious, but they usually didn’t have sex with a new omega so quickly. It took time to build trust. Still, sometimes things just felt right. He’d learned to trust his instincts, and it’d made him a very wealthy man. Those instincts were telling him to give Genesis Valentine what she needed, and he was going to take great pleasure in complying.

“I can’t wait to make you cum,” Luke murmured, and Orlando saw fresh slick running down Genesis’s thighs. “If you’re very good, I’ll finger fuck your greedy little pussy while Gabe sucks your clit. Would you like that? Are you gonna be my dirty girl?”

The smell of Genesis’s arousal was becoming almost too much, filling the air with honeyed jasmine. If they weren’t on rut suppressants, Orlando was sure he’d already be knot deep inside her. Jesus. If she smelled this heavenly right now, she was going to be irresistible during her heat.

“Yes, Daddy,” Genesis replied, her voice even huskier than usual. “I’m your dirty girl.”

Luke went rigid before breaking out into his most arrogant, genuine smile. This woman already had him figured out. He might be the Dom, but Genesis was in complete control, and it was damn hot. Orlando couldn’t stay away from her any longer. He stood up, carefully removing his vest before rolling up his sleeves, and joining Gabe behind the couch. Luke released Genesis’s hair so that she could meet Orlando’s gaze. Her eyes were hooded, full of a desire that set Orlando’s skin aflame.

“Take off your bra,” he commanded.

“Yes, Sir,” Genesis replied, batting her lashes, a knowing glint in her huge eyes.

Orlando thought for a second he might actually come in his pants. Luke had made it pretty clear he had a Daddy Dom kink, but Orlando hadn’t given any clear indication what turned him on. Or so he thought. It seemed it wasn’t just Luke their new omega had all figured out.

Genesis removed her bra, revealing the slight swell of her breasts. Orlando licked his lips, relishing the sight of her stiff nipples. God, she was beautiful.

He couldn’t stand it another moment. He took her face in both hands and captured her mouth with his. She opened to him eagerly, moaning as he sucked her bottom lip into his mouth, then slid his tongue over hers. She tasted warm and sweet, and Orlando thought that he could easily get lost in her for hours and days and years.

Yes, he’d been right about Genesis Valentine. She was going to change everything.