27. Elliot

"Please let me peek!" Sadie pouts. She crosses her arms, the move making those full tits press against the low neck of her green summer dress. It's my favorite color on her. I love the way it makes the freckles on her skin stand out and the hazel in her eyes turn mossy.

"Not happening." I smirk. Her excitement in the bond zips down my spine and goes straight to my dick. "But I think I've got a way to keep your mind off the surprise."

I lunge for her, scooping her up and tossing her down playfully on the kitchen island. She scoots back, bracing herself on her arms, and I pull her knees apart, exposing her to me.

"Then distract me already," she teases.

There's a rush of her perfume, and my dick goes hard at the sight of her laid out for me like a feast. She's fucking beautiful like this with her lips parted and her skin rosy. Her nipples pebble against the cotton of her dress.

"Make me come, Bear."

The demand yanks me into action, desperate to heed her call. "Gods, Red, you're so sexy."

My head hits the dangling light, but I don't give a fuck. I'm ravenous for her. I skim my nose along her open thighs, then down over her tiny cotton panties. Nudging my nose through her cleft, I suck in a lungful of her floral scent, my alpha grumbling a lustful sound of approval. The honey of her slick pools in a wet patch on the fabric and I lick along it, trying to get a taste.

I already had her in the shower this morning, but I need to hear her come for me again. I want all her words and her sounds.

My hands grip the fabric of her panties, and I slowly skim them down over her legs, kissing along her calves as I go. I pocket them and cup her thighs, spreading her open for me. I trace my thumb along her slit, rubbing her slick lips, my mouth watering at the sight of her.

"Fuck, Bear, the way you're looking at me right now has me about ready to come," Red moans. Her voice is sultry, and the sound of her desire sends an answering pang of need in my gut.

My cock pushes against my shorts, smearing pre-cum. Dragging my tongue through Sadie's slick, I circle her tight entrance. My tongue retreats and surges back in with each flick until she grinds against my mouth, coating me in her scent. She rides my face, moaning and whimpering as she bucks and rubs against me, her thighs trembling beneath my hands.

"Yes, Bear, so good. You're gonna make me come."

I break away to watch her face, the urge to capture this memory too strong to ignore. My fingers slide in and out of her, slowly at first until she stretches around me. I nudge them in deeper until I find that spot that makes Sadie spill my name over and over from her lust-strained throat. Mesmerized, I watch the pant of her breath, the softness of her eyes, and the way she elongates her neck when she says my name. It makes my alpha thrum with pride at my ability to take care of my mate.

I can't resist the need to taste her again. I give her clit a lick before rolling it between my lips. My fingers keep fucking her in a slow glide that stretches her as I pull wider at her opening. Swirling my tongue around her clit, I drag out the motion until she thrashes beneath me, nails scratching across my scalp.

"Fuck, Bear. I'm so close."

I suck her clit, and she gushes for me. I groan at the first taste of her cum flooding my tongue. I continue to pump in and out of her, loving how her pussy greedily sucks my fingers as she contracts around me. She trembles, her thighs shaking and trying to close on my head as her orgasm rushes through her.

"Shit, Bear, you're insatiable!" Sadie whimpers, taking a shuddering breath. "We've created a monster."

"Do you like it?" I ask, the sound muffled from between her legs.

I'm confident that I know the answer to my question. Sadie and I obviously had good sex before. Anytime I touch her, my body is excited and my bond thrums. But my experiences have always been laced with the blunt edge of anxiety. Was I too rough? Did she enjoy it? On and on, my brain would cockblock me. I learned to give in, to let her take control. It was the only way the voice in my head would quiet. But I'm not holding back now. I know her body and I know I can keep her safe even when I show her how much I need her.

"I love it. I can't get enough of seeing you this way," she pants.

My body shudders, and my cock attempts to bust through my shorts. I nip the inside of her thigh and blanket my body over hers, resting my weight on the kitchen island. Her cheeks are flushed and her eyes glassy. Her pink lips part, whispering my nickname as I scrape my teeth along her neck and nuzzle into her scent. She's a blooming garden, lush and heady.

"Good. All I ever wanted was to make you feel loved," I murmur into her neck.

"You do. You always have," she says softly.

I kiss up her neck and use my tongue to trace the shape of her lips. Her tongue darts out and teases mine.

From the moment I met her, I wanted her. I'd never been attracted to anyone in such a physical, visceral way. It was easy, before her, to treat my body's needs as something clinical. I watched porn. I jerked off. I didn't think much about it. But at the first scent of my omega, I was filled with an ache I could never fill. I wanted to be able to pleasure her, to trust myself enough to give her all of me. But I didn't know how.

When I stopped cloaking, it was as if that ache tunneled through my chest and hollowed out my insides, filling me with longing. I wanted when I met her, but it's never been like this until now. I'm obsessed. Absolutely fucking enthralled with the feel of rapture in Sadie's bond and the look on her face when she comes. I've been hard more in the last few weeks than I can ever remember. My body stays at a constant low thrumming arousal, my balls always full and ready. I can't get enough.

If this is alpha rut, I've sure as shit never experienced it before, but I fucking love it. They say once you find your omega, rut sets in. I always kinda thought that was a myth or tied to heat. But it's as if my alpha woke up, a hungry beast ready to lay claim. It's different than I've ever felt.

I suck my way back down to her shoulder, nursing my bond mark as she threads her fingers through my hair. It causes a wave of contentment that sends me floating on the feelings passing between our bond.

"That's a sight I love to come home to," Graham's husky voice sounds from behind me.

His heat follows, but my body stays relaxed as he leans over me to kiss our omega. His warm palm rubs along my shoulders then down my spine.I reach up and lick his Adam's apple, then nip at his throat. His chest vibrates with a deep purr that mixes with Sadie's muffled moans.

I don't only want her pleasure. Now that I know what it feels like to touch Doc and Graham, I don't want to hold back with them either. I guess I thought my mind would have a harder time coming to terms with the fact that I want to kiss two of my alpha packmates. But touching them has felt as natural as my newfound sex drive. All I want to do is hoard my lovers' pleasure, all three of them, so that I can keep their looks and sounds with me and let them fill up that aching hollow inside.

Graham's hand squeezes my ass through my shorts, then snakes under the waistband to grab a firm hold. I suck along his neck, achingly hard.

"Sweetheart, I think you've turned our shy Elliot into a fiend. He can't get enough of your taste on his tongue," Graham teases her, his voice thick with a gritty-raw edge.

Sadie twitches beneath me. The sucking sounds of their kiss sends a flood of heat to my gut and I take a feral bite at Graham's shoulder, almost enough to break skin. The thought of claiming him sends a throbbing pulse to my dick.

Sadie rubs her pussy against my cock, and even through my shorts, it's fucking heaven. Graham and I tug down my shorts.

"Look at that big cock. Fucking gorgeous," Graham purrs. He uses his hand to guide me to her, rubbing me in her slick until I'm covered in her honey and my balls are tight. "She's fucking soaked from how you were licking her pussy, and I bet she loves the idea of being filled with your cock."

"Oh, shit," Sadie whimpers. She casts me a look of unadulterated lust through heavy-lidded eyes and licks her lips.

Graham plucks her nipples, rolling them between his fingers, and Sadie rocks her hips against me. I throw my head back, biting my tongue to keep from coming. She's so slick and his mouth is so fucking dirty.

"That's right, darlin'. You can't help but get excited, rubbing against him. Are you imagining your mate's big cock stuffing your pussy full?"

Sadie lets out a keening moan that draws my eyes back to hers. Graham leans in and I'm so close, but I want to know the rest, to know what he's going to say next. With one hand, he tugs on her nipples, and with the other, he nudges my crown against Sadie's clit. I can't hold back anymore. I thrust my hips, fucking her clit with my cock and gliding through her slick. Sadie's legs spasm, and she throws her head back on a long moan.

"Don't be shy, darlin'. Tell me what it feels like. I want to know how it feels to take that big cock."

My body freezes, my balls already too full and ready to explode. I rub my length along her then notch my head at her entrance.

On my first push, Sadie cries, "Fuck, yes. Feels so good. Makes me crazy for him."

I love the sound of that, how she gets something she needs from the way our bodies love one another. She grinds down on me and I give her another inch, my hands digging into her side. I watch as my cock sinks into her, mesmerized by the way she stretches around me.

"Look at the way she opens for you. Can't get enough of watching the way your cock stretches her." Graham strums her clit.

I drag my cock in and out of her snug heat, loving the way it comes away with the shine of her arousal. I dive back in, pulling her hips closer to the counter edge, and give her more of me.

"Yes, just like that." Sadie pants. "It makes me wet and ready to come, thinking about how you can see the way he stretches me. I like the way you watch. It's like you can't decide if you want to worship me or his cock."

"Always both." Graham attacks her lips, the two of them kissing and panting and fucking with their tongues.

I watch, my body hungry for their connection, for the way I'm making them wild. I fuck into her in deeper thrusts. It's so good that I have to hold back.

Red breaks from the kiss to give me a growl. "Fuck me, Bear. I won't break."

I follow her command on a growl, opening up my thrusts until my thighs slap against hers.

"Just like that," she mewls.

"Yes, Red. You're so fucking beautiful." My chest responds with a grumble, and I pull her to me, fucking her in fast, powerful rolls of my hips.

"Bear! Like that. Don't stop," she cries.

I give her everything, fucking her deeply, letting go of the tight hold I have on my control.

Graham growls, "Come on his cock, beautiful. Show us how much you like to take that big dick."

Her pussy spasms, clenching around my length with glorious fucking pressure, and her orgasm rushes through me in the bond. My orgasm builds low in my balls, then Graham's finger teases between my crack and brushes against my hole. My body freezes, stumbling and tripping at the new sensation. My dick decides he fucking loves it, jerking as I come and grind against Sadie.

Sadie shakes beneath me, taking a gasping breath. Graham growls, squeezing my ass one more time before he nudges me out of the way and feasts on Red. He sucks up our combined release, his tongue lapping up her slick and my cum in short flicks that make my spent cock think about joining.

I sag against her awkwardly, trying to hold her without crushing her under my weight. The orgasm makes black dots dance in my vision. Sadie sucks along my neck, clinging to me as she moans. I hear the slick sound of Graham eating her out and feel the way she trembles in my arms.

"Are we gonna make you come again, Red?" I tease her.

"Graham, El!" Sadie shouts. Her breath hitches and she freezes in my arms as her bond sends out the blast of another orgasm.

Graham makes another growly sound, then his mouth is on mine, the two of us sharing the taste of her. It's a dirty kiss, feral and full of tongue and teeth. It makes my spent cock attempt to plump back up and my heart swell with happiness at being with these two.

"Does someone wanna explain to me how the fuck I became the least sexually active person in this house? Because this is not okay," Logan complains, his bratty tone full of righteous indignation.

Sadie giggles into my chest, then a laugh bubbles out of my throat at her happy sounds. Graham kisses my forehead, and it sends a warm flutter to my heart.

"I'm sure I can fix that for you, Lo," Sadie answers Logan playfully. She pushes against my chest and squirms until Graham helps her down from the kitchen island. She leans in and kisses me, nipping at my lip. "That was so fucking hot. I loved you going all growly alpha." She runs her hands down my chest and kisses over my heart. She turns to Graham. "And you could make me come from dirty talking alone."

"Challenge accepted," Graham teases before pecking her lips. "Go tease Lo. But don't let him come until Hunter gets home."

"You're not my alpha!" Logan says, lifting his brow and giving a smirk.

Graham teases right back. "But I can dial him and convince him to give you an evening of orgasm denial."

"Fucker," Lo curses without any real venom.

Sadie runs to the pouting beta standing in the kitchen doorway, jumping into his arms and wrapping her legs around him. He lets out an oof that makes her giggle again. "Take me outside and I will?—"

"I'm orgasm-drunk, but there is still no peeking," I say, trying to keep my tone firm. "The backyard is off-limits. Give me ten minutes to shower. By then Doc and Hunter should be home and we can see the surprise then."

"Fine," she huffs, sliding down Lo's body and tugging on his hand. "Let's go make out on the couch."

My eyes follow the couple as they grope one another on their way to the living room.

Graham tugs on my chin, drawing my eyes back to him. "Was that too much? I don't know if you want?—"

I kiss the worry from his mouth. It's full of that new craving I've found, a wanting that won't seem to be filled, but there's a softness too. I love that he and Doc keep checking in. It's still uncomfortable for me to talk about all these new desires, but everything we've done so far makes me excited, not afraid.

"I want everything, Graham." I peck his lips one more time. "But right now, I need a shower. Keep those two out of the garden."

Graham rubs a hand through his sex-mussed hair, giving me a heated look from under his thick lashes. "All right, El. But hurry back. I'm not to be trusted with surprises."

"A pickle-eating contest?I think Logan might be rubbing off on you, El," Sadie teases, shaking her head at the table lined with chamoy pickle kits.

It's an eating challenge that starts with a chamoy pickle. That gets stuffed with spicy and sour Mexican candy and chips, then wrapped in fruit leather and drizzled with a spicy sauce. Totally odd. Totally Graham. He loves trying new things.

She gives me a one-armed hug, nuzzling into my side. "It's a perfect date, all of it."

Sadie's favorite dates are always when her pack is together like this, and I have a few things planned with her in mind. I thought I could combine a few of everyone's favorites for this pack date, using my new notebook as a cheat sheet.

"Graham said he wanted a food challenge, and I wanted you to be able to have fun with us all together." I kiss her forehead, pleased by the looks of surprise on my pack's faces as they spill out of the house and onto the back patio.

Yesterday, Mateo and Jacob helped me build a movie screen deep in the thick of Graham's garden, using some wood and white sheets. And after, we built a raised wooden platform to use for a large bed outside. I banned everyone from the backyard for the last twenty-four hours, playing keep away as they all tried to guess what I was doing.

This afternoon when I got off work, I assembled the food challenge, made Doc's tacos that everyone loves, and started on Sadie's ice cream. I spent another hour getting sleeping bags from the garage and bringing down blankets from the nest. But I'm pretty sure it will be worth it.

"Please. Everyone knows I'm a shoo-in for a pickle contest," Lo teases. He waggles his brows and picks up the bagged pickle, making obscene motions with his hands.

Hunter's tattooed hand comes down hard on Logan's ass, and he jumps forward.

"Alpha, don't threaten me with a good time," Logan says, breathy and over the top.

"Behave, boy." Hunter smirks, kissing Logan's cheek before dragging the beta to sit in his lap at the table.

"You're going down, Lo. I can suck on a pickle with the best of them." Graham catches my eye and grins. "Now how do we do this, El?"

Everyone finds a seat as I stand in front of them, going through the instructions for the challenge. The sun is setting, the air warm and the light soft. The laughter of my pack as they stuff their pickles with candy and spicy snacks mixes with the sweet breeze floating around us from the garden.

Graham looks positively giddy when Logan teases everyone about the best way to stuff his hole, making graphic movements as though he's fingering the pickle each time he adds another piece to the challenge.

"Yes, stuff it like that. I want it full." Graham lets out an exaggerated moan.

"You like to watch me play with my pickle?" Lo asks, all coy innocence that dissolves into laughter between him and Graham.

Doc rolls his eyes, but he's swallowing a smile. Sadie next to him is laughing softly while she tries to follow the instructions on the package.

"Boy, if you don't stop teasing, you're gonna find your pickle in a bind," Hunter grumbles.

He isn't actually grumpy. He's obviously using it as an excuse to tease his beta, offering a punishment for running his mouth. Of course, that only spurs Logan on.

"Wait until you see how I can choke on this pickle," Lo calls.

"That's because you need edible lube." Graham snorts. He drizzles the chamoy candy sauce on the top and rubs it into the lumpy pickle that's been wrapped in fruit-leather.

Sadie and Doc are the most grossed out by the challenge. Both of them give horrified looks each time they squish something else into the mix. But her amusement is turned on full blast, popping little giggles in the bond.

I dramatically bang my hands on the table and wait until everyone joins in the drumroll. I pull out the green ribbon I stashed in my pocket earlier and brandish it like a sword. "Let the contest for the first prize pickle eater begin."

At my words, Graham shoves Logan's pickle out of the way and dives on his own, taking an insanely huge bite that he chews forever. He makes a face of surprise. "Good," he mumbles around a bite of pickle. "Sour!"

Logan recovers his pickle and attempts to secure the lead with several small bites. Graham cuts his arm at the beta, trying to tap the bobbing pickle monstrosity from Logan's hands. Lo retaliates by holding his hand in front of Graham's face and generally getting in the way, smashing his fingers into Graham's nose.

Hunter doesn't bat an eye, even with the commotion on his lap. He's mowing through his pickle while the others make a mess of themselves and the patio. At the same time, Sadie and Doc take tentative bites, their faces scrunched in disgust and their eyes wide.

"Yeah, no." Doc spits, shaking his head back and forth as if to dislodge the memory.

Sadie takes another bite and chews slowly before swallowing dramatically. "I can't. It's spicy in my mouth."

"That's what she said," Logan teases.

He and Graham burst into another fit of laughter, forgetting the contest for a moment as they go back and forth, yelling more outrageous things to each other.

Sadie fans her tongue and Doc laughs, handing her his water.

Hunter brings it home while the others dissolve into deep laughs. When he finishes the last bite, he leaps from his chair, sending Logan tumbling into Graham as he whoops and flexes his arms like a pro-wrestler who just won in the ring. The pack cheers with Hunter, rowdy and full of mirth. My heart feels as if it's going to beat out of my chest at the joy surrounding me.

Logan pats his alpha on the back. "Even I can admit you've got excellent pickle powers, alpha."

Hunter picks up Logan and hoists him over his shoulder, popping his ass and giving me a wide grin. "I'll take my prize."

I hand over the green ribbon and Hunter does a victory lap, grabbing Sadie on his way and spinning the two around.

Doc comes to stand next to me, brandishing his pickle. "You have to try, El."

I shake my head. "Yeah, no. You and Sadie looked a little like you might puke."

He lifts his brow. "Experience it with us?" He raises the pickle to my lips, coaxing.

"Fine," I agree, rolling my eyes. It's crunchy and sour, but sweeter than I expected. I shrug. "It's not awful."

Doc's lips turn down in disgust, nudging his shoulder into mine. "That was the best, grossest thing I've ever done. Where to next, El?"

"Grab a plate and bring it to the garden," I answer.

He eyes me warily.

"It's not a challenge. I even used your recipe."

He brushes my lips with his, grabs the nape of my neck, and whispers in my ear, "You're a good alpha. A wonderful mate."

Those words hit my heart, a burst of pride and confidence following. I've earned that praise this time, and I love it.

Doc lets go to help Graham pick up the mess on the porch. My hands sweat and I wipe my palms along my shorts, waiting impatiently while we finish cleaning up and the pack heads through the buffet line I created inside. What feels like forever later, I'm able to herd everyone down the path to the big reveal. We crowd into the clearing and my pack stops, quieting.

All around us, the garden provides privacy, and the twinkle lights hanging from the big tree cast a golden light. In front of the constructed screen, I've set up the platform bed and piled it with nesting blankets.

"You made a movie cuddle puddle!" Sadie cries, almost dumping her plate as she excitedly jumps up and down. I rescue the plate as cheers erupt among the pack.

Hunter pats my back, and I look at him over the heads of the others. His eyes are full of pride when he says, "You did good, El."

His praise hits that spot deep inside me that needs approval, but I don't let that need bother me. Instead, I soak in the atmosphere around me.

This is my home. My pack loves me. And I can take care of them too.

Everyone breaks away and finds a spot to get comfortable with their plates. Graham takes over and plays around on the computer hooked up to the projector until he's selected an eighties movie.

Graham has a thing for old movies. He says it's because he was left unsupervised as a kid, and he watched movies on repeat before he was old enough to go out into the city on his own. But I think in his heart, he loves the sets and the costumes, the show of it. He's a man who likes to build worlds and dreams. He's an artist, and the land is his easel. It's one of my favorite things about him.

I settle in near the perimeter of the theatre bed. With the sleeping bags and blankets out here, it's soft. Sadie climbs into my lap and I hold her plate for her, a little too nervous to eat anything myself. Graham and Doc snuggle beside us on the makeshift bed while Hunter and Logan take the other side. Graham pushes Play, and the movie starts as everyone digs in.

I watch the faces of my packmates more than the opening of the movie, trying to suck in the peacefulness and let it settle into my soul.

Sadie finishes eating and moves to clean up, but I set her empty plate down next to me and pull her back in my lap.

"Just a little longer like this," I plead.

"As long as you need, Bear," she says, nuzzling into my neck and rubbing her fingers back and forth along the spot on my hairline that makes me purr.

The pack shifts, everyone snuggling in for a cuddle. Our limbs tangle with the rest of our pack, bodies draped across one another. And there isn't any discomfort, no itching skin or buzzing brain. It feels like sinking in, like digging roots. It's warm and comforting and makes arousal swoop low in my gut, awakening that need again. A surge of happiness fills me, and I lean into it, knowing it can't last forever but grateful it's here for now.