15. Radley

Iwas knotted to Mason and Nash for five hours. I was asleep for most of it, but when Mason's started to go down, he shifted his hips, and I woke up, coming so hard that tears rolled down my face. They assured me that it was normal, and Mason kissed the tears away as he slipped from inside me.

Now we're in a huge bathtub with me between Mason's thighs, my back against his chest, and Bryce in the same position with Nash. I'm limp as a noodle, and I've never felt more free. Being with them was even better than I imagined, and I didn't feel bad anymore that it was with three guys.

My stomach growls loudly, and Mason chuckles. "I need to feed my little wolf."

"I can cook for you guys," I argue, trying to stand from the tub. Mason's arms lock around my waist, and he growls softly in my ear.

"You will not. Relax, and I'll make some sandwiches."

Mason kisses the top of my head and slides out from behind me. When he steps out, I can't help but admire his tight ass, so I reach up and slap it. Bryce starts dying laughing, and Mason turns around with a raised brow. "I couldn't help myself," I say with a grin.

"You'll pay for that, Little wolf."

Mason leaves the bathroom, and Bryce opens his arms for me. I turn around in the tub and gladly scoot between his legs. He wraps his arms around my chest, and Nash's settle on my hips. "How are you feeling, My love?"

My heart flips in my chest from that endearment like it did the first time he said it. "I feel amazing."

"Are you sore?" Nash asks.

"Not really. Should I be?"

"Not necessarily. Everyone is different, though," Nash answers.

My stomach rumbles again, and Bryce imitates it with a growl. "We need to feed her before she eats us."

"It's your fault that I'm starving," I say with a huff. "You fucked the calories off of me."

"You have such a filthy mouth," Bryce gasps. "I really want it on my cock."

"Bryce," Nash laughs. "She needs to eat before we try anything again."

I turn around so I'm on my knees in front of them. "Awww," Bryce and I pout at the same time and crack up laughing. Nash rolls his eyes with a shake of his head.

"Get out of the tub. Both of you," Nash demands. I get to my feet and reach down for Bryce's hand. I pull him to his feet, and he plasters himself to me, his lips sealing over mine. I accept his tongue with a moan and feel his hard cock pressing against my belly. "Out," Nash demands again, and we reluctantly pull apart. Nash steps from the tub first and helps Bryce and me out. Nash keeps a hold of my hand and leads me back into the bedroom. He points to a dresser in the corner. "There's clothes in there. Pick whatever you want. We'll meet you in the kitchen." He leans down and gives me a soft, slow kiss. "You're amazing, Pup."

Nash grabs Bryce's hand and pulls him from the room. I walk to the dresser and grab a huge T-shirt. I slide it on, and when it hits below my knees, I know it's either Mason's or Nash's. I decide to go without panties, and with a smile, I walk to the kitchen. Mason is at the counter making a stack of sandwiches. I walk up behind him and slide my arms around his waist. "Hello, Little wolf. I'm almost done."

"Is there anything I can do?"

"You can grab some plates and the fruit from the fridge if you want." He points to where the plates are, and when I reach to grab them, the shirt raises up. "You don't have anything covering that pretty pussy."

"Nope," I answer and grin at him over my shoulder.

"You should never tease your alphas."

"Why not?" Before I can set the plates on the counter or put my feet flat on the floor, Mason slides behind me. I feel him fumbling behind me, and then he's slamming his cock inside me. I stay so wet around them that it makes it so easy. "Oh fuck."

"This pussy is mine," Mason growls in my ear. "Do you know what that means? It means that I can have it whenever I want." Mason slams into me brutally, and my body reacts. My pussy gets wetter, and my legs start shaking. He doesn't need me to tell him I'm fine with whatever he does to me. He already knows. "I want to fuck you over every inch of this house. Do you like my cock, Little wolf?"

"Yes. So much."

Mason starts fucking me harder, and right when I'm about to explode, he pulls out. He steps back and leaves me standing there like a shaking mess. "Never tease your alphas unless you want to face the consequences."

"Are you serious?" I rasp. My clit is still pulsing because I was so close. "I'll take care of it myself."

"Try it, and I'll turn your ass as red as your hair." Mason calmly tucks his still-hard cock back into his sweatpants and goes back to finishing the food. "Get the fruit, please."

My mouth drops open even as I turn to do what he said. What the hell just happened? When I'm setting the fruit on the table, Nash and Bryce walk into the room. Bryce walks straight to me and pulls me into his arms.

"I can smell you," he whispers, burying his face in my neck. That should be embarrassing, but it turns me on even more. Their wolf senses are strong, and it's something that I'll have to get used to. "You smell so fucking good."

Bryce turns so his back is to Nash and Mason, blocking me from their view. His hand slides down my stomach, and when it comes in contact with my bare pussy, his pupils flare. "Touch me," I beg.

"I could hear you and Mason," he says, sliding his fingers against my clit and backing me against the counter. "Did he leave you hanging by a thread?"

"Yes," I breathe when he starts rubbing in tight circles. There's no way that the other guys can't hear what he's doing.

"Spread your legs wider." I do, and he sinks two fingers inside me. "Yours is the first pussy that I've ever touched." I jerk back, surprised, and he gives a lopsided grin. "And the last." With that, he starts finger fucking me harder. I bite my lip to stop the moan, but Mason appears over Bryce's shoulder.

"What are you doing, Little beta?" There's a warning in his tone, but Bryce doesn't stop. "She needs to wait to come."

"But her pussy feels so good," Bryce says, almost in a whine. "It's so wet and hot. I want to watch her come apart."

"Stop, or neither one of you will come today. Nash and I will fuck you both until you're crying messes." Mason steps up closer behind Bryce. "Is that what you want? You know what I'm capable of."

To my disappointment, Bryce slowly pulls his fingers free. He lifts them to his mouth, but before he can lick me from his fingers, Mason grabs his wrist and sucks them into his own. That did not help my current predicament. I can feel the wetness running down my thighs, and my legs are shaking so hard that my knees are practically knocking together.

"Come eat, Pup," Nash demands, pulling a chair out beside him. I walk over and gingerly sit in the chair. I swear it would take one move, and I'd come everywhere. Nash places a sandwich on my plate and picks up a strawberry. He holds it to my lips, and when I take a bite, I wrap my tongue around his fingers. That red glow burns in his eyes, and he leans forward. "If you think you can get your way with me, you're wrong. No matter how bad I want to feel that dripping wet pussy."

I busy myself with eating, hoping that when we're done, the guys will take me back to the bedroom. I want to feel Nash slide inside me while Mason is taking my ass. Bryce's cock could be buried in my mouth.

"Radley," Mason barks, making my head jerk up to look at him. "Control your thoughts, Little wolf."

"Why?" I taunt. "Can't handle the fact that I want to get fucked so bad that I'm about to spread myself out on this table?"

Bryce chokes on a laugh and bites his lip to stop it when Mason glares at him. "You can go work with Dad today."

Bryce's mouth drops open. "You aren't really going to keep me away from her."

"Yes. I am."

Bryce's eyes drop to his plate, but he doesn't say anything else. I finish eating and lean back in my chair. "I have to work tonight."

"I don't think that's safe," Nash says gently. "Not with the rogues. They would have caught your scent."

"I can't miss work. I have bills to pay."

"We can take care of that," Mason says easily. "You don't need to go."

That gets my back up, and I stand from the chair. "Absolutely not. I don't need someone to take care of me."

"We know that," Bryce says softly. "But we want to. You're our mate, and we take care of what's ours."

"I appreciate that, but we just met. Wild fucking aside, we need to slow everything else down."

"What does that mean?" Mason asks.

I gesture around wildly. "This. The whole mate thing and telling me that I don't need to work."

"Like Nash said, it isn't safe. One of us will go with you," Mason argues.

"You can't just sit around the diner all night, and I'm sure I'll be fine."

"We won't be taking that chance," Nash says, standing up. "One of us will be there whether you agree or not."

I have nothing to say to that, so I storm out of the room. I go to the bedroom, grab my clothes, and start frantically searching for my keys. I know this all was too fast, and I'm on the edge of a breakdown. My mom ruled my life until the day that I turned eighteen. I can't let them do it, no matter how much I've loved being around them. I'm just about to scream in frustration when Bryce appears in the doorway.

"We just want to take care of you, My love."

"I get that," I huff, spinning around, trying to spot somewhere that I haven't looked yet. "But you can't come into my life, start screaming stuff about mates, and then try to rule my life. That's not how it works."

"It does in our world."

"I'm not from your world, Bryce. I'm human. I just learned about this two seconds ago." Something flashes across Bryce's face, but it's gone before I can figure out what he was just thinking. "I can't find my fucking keys."

Bryce reaches into his pocket and dangles them from his finger. "I was hoping I could convince you to stay."

"I can't. I need…" I blow a breath out and run my fingers through my hair. "I need space."

The look that enters Bryce's eyes makes my heart feel like it's cracking in two. "I brought it down to the driveway."

"I'm sorry, Bryce."

He smiles sadly. "I get it. Be careful going home." He tucks his hands into his pants pockets and strides from the room. Before I can run after him, I slide my shorts on and walk to the front door. Mason is leaning against the kitchen doorway with his arms crossed over his chest. He doesn't need to say anything; his eyes say it all.

I managed to fuck up the one good thing that's happened to me in years.

The diner was packed when I clocked in, and it hasn't cleared in the two hours that I've been working. I was hoping work would take my mind off of the guys, but it didn't. I feel their absence like a missing limb. Why the hell did I freak out? Why couldn't I have just had an adult conversation with them? My temper gets the best of me, and sometimes I can't stop it.

"Order up, Radley!"

I go to the counter and grab the tray waiting for me. I walk to the table and start laying the plates out for the couple who walked in earlier. "Can I get you anything else?" I ask politely, even though I feel like something is off about them.

"Not right now," the guy answers. His hair is long, and it looks like he hasn't taken a bath in weeks. The woman with him looks oddly familiar, but I can't place where I might have seen her.

"Okay. Enjoy your food."

I bustle around the diner, cleaning tables and dropping off food. I still haven't figured out if I'm relieved or disappointed that Nash didn't follow up with his threat about sitting here all night. I find myself looking at the door, waiting for them to walk in. I haven't even had a chance to pee, much less message one of them to tell them that I'm sorry and to please forgive me.

"Radley is such an interesting name." I whirl around at that voice and come face-to-face with the guy from the table. He's staring intently at me, and I swallow past the unease. "Is it a family name?"

"Oh. Uh, no, it's not."

He tilts his head to the side. "Are you sure? It's an unusual name."

"I'm very sure. Was there something else I could do for you?"

"You have no idea who you are, do you?" When he smiles, it's not in a nice way. "It's a shame someone hid something like that from you."

"What are you talking about? I know who I am."

"You think you know, but you have no idea. Maybe you should ask those wolves you're hanging around. I'm sure they would love to enlighten you."

I feel my face flush, and my palms start sweating. Does he know about the guys? There's only one way that he would, and that's if he's a wolf, too. "Wolves? I think you're mistaken."

His smile turns malicious. "Whatever you say…Omega." He spins on his heel and walks back to his table, leaving me in stunned silence. Omega?

"Order up, Radley!"

I shake myself from my stupor and grab the next tray, my mind going a million miles a minute. Who the hell is that couple, and how do they know anything about me? When I'm clearing the table in front of them, my eyes lock with the woman, and that's when I realize why she looks familiar. Her son has the same full lips, round face, and proud nose. That's Mason's mom. I rush through my cleaning and take off for the bathroom, pulling my phone from my pocket on my way. I lock the door behind me and send a message to Mason.

Radley: Your mom is here.

Mason: I know.

Radley: How?

As soon as I type it, I shake my head with a smile. They have been here, just not inside.

Radley: Never mind. The guy with her is creepy, and he's saying some weird stuff.

Mason: We'll take care of it.

I use the bathroom, wash my hands, and rush back just in time to see the guys push through the door. They go straight to the table, and I hang back to see what will happen.

"What are you doing here?" Mason demands.

"It's a free world, is it not?" the guy answers.

"You need to leave, Rogue," Mason growls. "You don't need to be here."

The guy's eyes flash to me, and he grins at Mason. "Are you afraid I'll tell your little girlfriend here that you've been lying to her?" Wait. What?

"Get out. Now," Nash demands, stepping close to the table. "We don't want your kind here."

The guy leans back, stretching his arms across the back of the stool. I've noticed that Mason's mom won't even look Mason in the eye, and he hasn't even spared her a glance. "You're causing a scene. You wouldn't want the locals to see who you really are."

"Radley," Mason says calmly. "Get their check." I dig my pad from my pocket and rip their ticket off, then lay it in his hand. He slaps it on the table. "Leave."

"Mason," his mom finally says, and Mason's entire body stiffens. "We're just eating, son."

"You always have a motive," Mason hisses. "And don't call me that. You lost that right when you chose this piece of shit over us. Do us all a favor and go back to whatever hole you crawled out of."

I look around and notice the whole diner is staring at the commotion in front of us. I walk up and grab Mason's arm. "Everyone is staring."

They finally slide from the booth and lay a few bills on the table. "Instead of worrying about us, you need to worry about your own pack. It would be a shame if she found out the truth from someone else."

They leave without a backward glance, and I wait until Mason turns around to ask the question that's been eating at me. "What is he talking about?"

Mason sighs. "Will you come home with us later? So we can talk?"

"No. Tell me now."

"This isn't a conversation we can have here, Pup."

"So, he was right. You have been lying to me?"

"Not lying," Bryce says in a pleading voice. "There's just some stuff we didn't think we should tell you right away."

"Tell me what?"

"After work," Nash says. "We'll meet you out front."

They walk out the door, leaving me staring after them. I will the next several hours to pass faster, and when I finally clock out, they're waiting for me at Mason's truck. "Start talking."

Mason bows his head for a minute, but when he finally looks at me, he has a determined look on his face. "We didn't want to have to tell you like this."

"Tell me what? You act like this is life or death."

Mason shakes his head. "It's not, but when you find out, it will change the world you've known your whole life."

"Please just talk to me."

"You're an omega, Radley."

"How is that even possible?! I'm human!"

Nash shakes his head. "Not entirely. You're part wolf."

"That would mean…No. There's no way. I know my mom isn't, and there's no way my dad is."

"Your real dad is," Mason says, and I don't miss the emphasis on real. "Strong humans can carry wolf offspring. Very strong humans can breed an omega if it's with an even stronger alpha."

My mind starts spinning, and I find myself going back over my entire childhood. I was never particularly close to my dad. He's always been busy with work and kept me at arm's length. My mom almost acted like she resented me, and I could never figure out why. My stomach drops out when I realize that he's telling the truth and what it means.

"You knew and didn't tell me?" I ask, tears gathering in my eyes. "You hid this from me."

"We didn't know how to tell you," Bryce answers, stepping forward. When he reaches for me, I jerk back, and hurt flashes across his face. "We were trying to figure it out."

"You don't hide something like this from someone you call your mate!" My voice raises with each word, and I stab my finger into Mason's chest. "So much for my alpha taking care of me."

"Radley—"

"No. Leave me alone." I back toward my car and jerk the door open. "Don't follow me. I never want to see you again."

I slam the door behind me, turn the key in the ignition, and back out of the parking spot. I hit the gas, and when I'm on the main road, I look back into the rearview mirror. All three guys are standing there watching me disappear. My whole life has been turned upside down, and there's only one place I know I can go. My grandma's. When I turn the corner and can no longer see them, I let the tears fall.

That's when I hear a wolf howl like they're in pain.