Chapter 28

CHAPTER 28

I ’m holding a rag to my nose. More specifically, a rag that can be used for this because Sloane has labeled which rags serve which purpose.

Max holds an ice pack to his cheek as we both glance at one another.

“This can’t happen again,” he says.

“No, it can’t,” I agree

The thought of Sloane crying and cowering in a corner is not the vision I had of her during her heat. She should be blissed out and boneless right now. But we’ve hurt her, and I can’t do that.

I can’t change that Max is her scent match. I don’t know how, but I’m going to have to change my opinions on the man. At the very least, we’ve got to learn how to coexist.

The past has to fuck off, and we’ve got to figure out a way to make this dysfunctional pack dynamic work.

I personally don’t feel like bringing up what happened all those years ago, probably because of my ego, and the fact that he keeps playing dumb just makes it worse.

But can I really be in a pack with him?

Live with him?

Share Sloane and Ethan with him?

I’m going to have to or else I risk losing everything.

“Truce,” I say, holding out my hand.

Max looks at my palm like it’s toxic but shakes it regardless.

“Truce.”

“No more fighting in front of Sloane,” I say, and he nods his head in agreement.

“I’m not saying you’re the one who started it, but you kind of are. You’re the one with the bigger problem than me,” he says.

I inhale deeply, too embarrassed to bring up what happened over five years ago.

“I’ll work on it. But you also need to work with me. I’ve been with Sloane for months now, slowly getting to know her and dating her. You just swooped in out of nowhere. It’s been more than an adjustment.”

“You know, this was all out of my hands. I’m happy about it, and I feel blessed. But I didn’t ask to come in here and upend anyone’s life.”

Deep down, I know that. I know that Max didn’t maliciously try to ruin everything I’ve worked for, but I can’t help that I still feel that way. I’ve just got to push it down. Not just for Sloane, but for me too. I don’t want to be an angry asshole all the time, especially not around my pack. That’s the one time I should be able to be myself.

I don’t forgive Max, simply because I’m a petty asshole, but I can try to forget. If only for my own selfish reasons.

“Should we talk about why you hate me so much?”

“No,” I snap back quickly, and the other Alpha sighs. “Past is in the past. We’re moving forward to be what Sloane needs.”

“And what does that look like for the rest of her heat? You can’t just rip her out of my arms.”

“Is that not what you did to me last fucking night?” I snap back and take a deep breath and rub the bridge of my nose. “Fighting over her is only going to upset her more. It’s my job?—”

“Our job,” he interrupts.

I kinda want to hit him in his pretty-boy face again.

“Our job,” I drone, “to make sure she’s taken care of and happy. So no more ripping her out of each other’s arms, and we’ll have to take turns. After this heat, we’ll have to deal with the rest of this, but I’m not going anywhere. I don’t care if you’re her fucking scent match. I’m not leaving her, and I’ll do whatever it takes to make her mine, even if that means having to deal with you for the rest of my life.”

“You know, if my face wasn’t half numb, I’d probably smile and say that’s kind of romantic.”

“Fuck off.”

“I thought we were in a truce,” Max says.

“Truce doesn’t mean I can’t tell you when you’re being a fucking moron.”

“I think I’m growing on you already, Nilsen.”

“You’re not,” I deadpan, and the man smiles and winces.

“I think you’re gonna be my friend before you know it, and you’re going to be so mad at yourself for not being able to hold a grudge for the rest of your life.”

“Don’t count on it.”

“I’m very charming,” Max says.

“You’re not.”

“I definitely am. Ethan and Sloane think so anyway.”

Great, he’s coming for my Beta too. I thought I was going to come home, see my girl, get her to tell me what was going on and take the steps forward to solidify our pack. But then Max came crashing in and took us two steps back.

I still can’t wrap my mind around being around him forever, especially if he’s this fucking annoying.

“Just stay out of my way, and I’ll stay out of yours. After the heat, we’ll figure out how to make this work.”

Cause he sure as shit isn’t moving into my house. The house I wanted to ask Sloane and Ethan to move into but haven’t been bold enough to ask yet.

But after these early days of Sloane’s heat, there’s no fucking way I can have her still living here. I know I travel a lot for work, but I need her close. It’s nice that Ethan always stays local, and I can trust him with her.

Now I just have to deal with this dirty blond motherfucker.

“I’m going to go check on them.”

“They locked the door.”

I wave Max off and knock on the bathroom door with no response, which immediately has my hackles rising. Taking a chance, I graze my fingers along the top edge of the doorframe, pleased when I find the small mechanism to unlock the door.

As soon as I unlock it, I wasn’t sure what I’d walk into, but Sloane riding Ethan’s fist wasn’t it.

Ethan glances over at me, a nearly pained expression on his face.

“Thank fuck. Did you two make up?”

“Somewhat.” He narrows his eyes at me. “We won’t be having anymore altercations,” I promise him.

“My fist isn’t enough,” Ethan says as Sloane whimpers and rides his hand.

I pull down my underwear and sit my bare ass on the cold hard tile.

“Come here, Omega,” I tell her, and she immediately glances my way and stands up.

Ethan shakes out his newly freed hand as he makes sure she safely gets out of the tub. She drips water everywhere, and she notices, whining about the mess.

“I’ll take care of it, sweetheart,” Ethan says, draining the tub and grabbing one of the gray towels.

The purple towels are decoration, the gray towels are miscellaneous, and the white towels are for actually drying off.

He tosses me a white one, and I use it to dry off Sloane slightly as she straddles my lap. She’s ravenous, kissing my chest and grabbing my cock, no preamble, and shoving it inside of her wet and ready pussy.

“Mmm. You need a knot? This sweet Omega pussy needs to be stretched, doesn’t it?” I ask her.

She whimpers as she bounces on my cock. Ethan has cleaned up the mess and has his towel wrapped around his waist.

“You want your mouth full too, don’t you, liefje ?”

She licks her lips, her hips shifting against me as I hold her soft ass in my hands. I let go of one cheek and fist Ethan’s towel, bringing him closer to us.

“He’s been such a good Beta, hasn’t he?” I ask Sloane, and she nods her head, tugging down his towel, his cock springing free. “He’s so good for us, so pretty. You chose so well,” I tell her, which makes her preen. “Now put his cock in your mouth, and show him how good he is.”

She does just that, fisting him at the base and licking the tip of his head. I bend my legs for more leverage so I can fuck Sloane from below. She hums and drools around his length. My gaze shifts from watching the way I fuck her pussy to her tits bouncing, her lips around Ethan’s cock, and his lean but seductive build.

“That’s it. Can you take all of him?” I ask her.

She bobs her head and uses my shoulders for purchase as she takes a breath and works on swallowing Ethan down the back of her throat. She gags and pulls back, a line of spit collecting on her bottom lip connecting her to Ethan’s cock.

I find myself wanting to taste it, so I do.

I wrap a hand around Ethan’s thigh and tug him toward me before wrapping my lips around his length.

His hand tangles in my hair, and Sloane moans loudly before moving faster on my lap. She leans forward, her face pressing against mine as her tongue slips out, licking Ethan’s cock and my lips.

My hand grips her ass harder, making her move along my shaft while also taking Ethan’s cock.

I love the way he feels in my throat, but I love the way he looks down at me even more. Like he’s shocked I would want to perform such an act on him.

Oh, sweet Beta, there’s so much more I want to do with you. My cock is just a bit busy right now.

Sloane’s pussy flutters as she sits down flush against my knot, her mouth latching onto the base of my throat where she sucks and licks.

I pull back from Ethan’s length for a moment to whisper two words. “Bite me,” I tell her.

She moans as her teeth sink into my skin and my knot swells. I work Ethan with my fist as his hand reaches out and slaps the wall for stability as he shudders, and his cum coats my chest.

“Fuck, sorry,” he hisses.

I’m about to reply when Sloane moves her mouth over my chest and licks up the Beta’s cum.

It sends me over the edge, my knot swelling to its full size, filling her tightly. Her pussy grips my knot like a vise as I spill into her, and the Omega shakes and moans on my lap.

Her cunt flutters around me as I throw my head back in ecstasy. I breathe through my nose as I let the euphoric sensation roll through me.

This is what it’s all about.

Heats are magical.

Jesus fucking Christ.

I come to, blinking away the best orgasm of my life, to a very irritated Omega on my lap.

I sigh and rub her thighs.

“Your little scent match and I made up,” I promise her.

She arches an eyebrow at me and grabs Ethan’s hand, forcing him to sit on the tile with us.

“What exactly does that mean?” Ethan says, stroking Sloane’s back.

Her body leans into his, and I wince as she jostles against my knot.

“No more fighting. We’re working on sharing.”

Ethan hums in disbelief, and I rest my head against the wall, kneading Sloane’s flesh.

“Also, are we going to talk about how you keep sucking my dick by surprise?” he says, which makes me laugh.

It makes Sloane clench against me, but I can’t stop laughing. I’m oversensitive, but fuck does it feel good to laugh.

This has all been so hard, and it’s nice to just have a normal quiet moment, just the three of us.

“Are you complaining, mascot?” I say, arching a brow at him.

“Not in the slightest. I guess I just feel like I owe you one or something.”

I laugh again and shake my head. “You can surprise suck my dick anytime.”

This has Sloane smiling and petting my face. I guess I’m out of the dog house for the time being. Her fingers trail the spot where she bit me.

“You like that?” I ask her, and she digs her finger harder into the wound, making me wince.

“I’ll take that as a yes,” I say.

There’s a tap on the door frame. Max looks down at where we’re all sitting on the floor, and it doesn’t seem like malice in his eyes, just acceptance.

“Your dad called Ethan’s phone. He wanted to know if you wanted McDonald’s,” he says, speaking to Sloane.

She claps her hands and smiles, which is as good as a yes that we’re going to get.

“Good, cause I forgot to put the food in the crockpot,” Max says, rubbing his neck.

“Oh, Sloane, sweetheart, what are we going to do with these Alphas?” Ethan asks, and she smiles and kisses the Beta, which spurs her grinding down on my knot and my fingers rubbing against her clit.

Maybe we can survive this, after all.