On the Patio

Carys

“ D o you want more?” Kofi asks, eyeing my empty plate.

“Oh, no.” I pat my very full stomach, then scan the half-empty dishes, covering the small circular table. “I couldn’t eat another bite.” I turn to Isaac. “That was the most amazing baked ziti I’ve ever had.”

The beta blushes as he smiles, clearly touched by my compliment.

“Everything Izzy cooks is amazing.” Swanley stands up, pressing his nose to the top of Isaac’s head, then he pauses right behind me and does the same thing. Both alphas seem to do this a lot, to both Isaac and me. I’m assuming it’s a less intimate way of scenting, but I like it. It feels…tender? Loving? I don’t know the word, but it definitely makes me feel pretty for some reason.

“The sunset was really beautiful today,” Isaac glances up at the moon over the mountains. I follow his gaze, taking in the tree line across the massive yard. I can barely make out a bit of the pond, glistening between the branches. We have big plans to go swimming tomorrow.

“It’s so quiet out here.” I hum, enjoying the rustle of leaves and occasional chirp of the crickets. There are even fireflies fluttering in front of a fairly new, sizable shed. It’s red and white, painted like a classic barn.

“Do you like it here?” Isaac scoots a little closer, and I instinctively lean into his side. I’ve been touching him all day. He’s so kind and soft and warm. He feels safe, which is a little surprising considering he’s a beta. Omegas are supposed to look to their alphas for that kind of comfort…right?

“This might be my most favorite place on earth.” I yawn, suddenly feeling very sleepy. It’s weird since I haven't done much today. Isaac and I made lunch, took a tour of the garden, and then did some shopping for me online, but other than that, we’ve just chatted, snuggled, and napped.

“I might need to go for a night run.” Swanley stretches his arms over his head. His shirt rides up, displaying the deep V shaped muscles that disappear into his waistband. My fingers flex with the urge to reach out and touch those tempting grooves.

“Go ahead,” Kofi rises, stacking the dirty plates on top of each other. “I’ll leave the front door unlocked for you.”

“You leave the front door unlocked?” I ask, impressed with how safe this area must be.

“What the hell would a thief want from us?” Swanley snorts loudly. “My dumbbells in the shed? Kofi’s collection of vintage lighters? Izzy’s yarn?” I can’t help but laugh with the alpha. My new pack might not have riches, but they’re the most impressive men I’ve ever met.

“Yeah.” Isaac laughs, but it’s jerky, like he’s self-conscious. “Our little cottage would be a waste of time for most thieves. We don’t exactly have anything of real value to steal.” He bites his bottom lip, before moving his big eyes to me. “This place is probably really different from what you’re used to.” The beta seems to deflate in his chair. “We aren’t the kind of pack a graduate of Clarendon would normally expect.”

I’m stunned at the mention of my old academy. It’s only been a few years since I walked the halls of that school, but it feels like a lifetime. And while I can admit this isn’t the life I had expected for myself when I was fifteen, I am well aware of how lucky I am.

“This house is perfect,” I say firmly, gripping Isaac’s wrist. “A loving pack and a soft bed is all I ever wanted, and you’ve given me both.”

Issac’s cheeks blush as he smiles at his lap. “I guess it is pretty nice.” He glances up at the mountains. “Even if the view is the only real thing of value.”

“Don’t be ridiculous,” Swanley moves behind me, leaning down to kiss the top of my head. “We have Carys. And she’s priceless.” His hand slips up my neck, forcing me to look up at him. I smile at his sweet compliment, but inside, real fear begins to churn. It grips my heart and threads along my spine.

Could someone easily break in?

Because there’s one alpha out there that definitely wants to see me dead.

“How about we get you ready for bed?” Kofi says. I want to insist I’m not tired, but it’s not my place to argue with my alpha.

“Yes, sir,” I stand, collecting all the drinks.

“That’s not your job, omega,” Isaac says, taking the glasses away from me. “I cook. The alphas clean.”

This time I don’t bother hiding my shock. “They clean up after dinner?” My mouth falls open when Isaac nods.

“Come on.” The beta places his hand in mine. “You can wear that new nightgown that Kofi got you.”

Dishes clank as Kofi and Swanley clean off the table. I want to stay and watch them wash the dishes. I’ve never seen an alpha so much as fold a tea towel, let alone hand wash the dishes.

“Why don’t you get a dishwasher?” I ask Isaac once we reach the bathroom.

“We do have a dishwasher,” he says with a playful laugh. “Two of them.” He scrunches his nose at his little joke. “And outside of breakfast, Kofi and Swan wash everything in that kitchen. And they do a damn good job.” He reaches over, turning on the bathtub faucet.

My eyes go wide, excited to soak in the giant tub.

“Would you prefer a shower?” Isaac hesitates, obviously unable to read my expression.

“No!” I swiftly grab his hand. “A bath sounds heavenly.”

He prepares the water, running it hot. Then he adds a few drops of some kind of oil that smells like nothing, and some kind of pink liquid that erupts into a million bubbles. “It’s fragrant-less,” Isaac assures me.

“Thank you.” I tuck my hands behind my back, touched once again by my pack’s unbelievable kindness.

Once the bath is ready, Isaac motions for me to take off my dress. I pull the garment over my head, then tug off my panties, before slipping into the hot, bubbly water. The effect it has on my muscles is almost instant, making me very sleepy.

“Aren’t you coming in?” I ask when Isaac moves toward the bathroom door.

“You want me to join you?” he asks, as if he couldn't have possibly heard me correctly. “Are you sure?”

“Yes.” I skim my hands over the bubbles, loving the way they cling to my fingers.

“Okay.” He takes a small step toward me, gripping the hem of his shirt. But he hesitates, almost as if he’s dreading taking his clothes off.

“Are you okay?” I probably shouldn’t have asked him to join me. It was the wrong thing to say.

“I’m good.” Isaac sucks in a deep breath, then pulls his shirt and pants off with lightning speed. The water sloshes as he steps into the bathtub, sitting down very quickly. He hisses when the hot water splashes up into his face.

“Be careful,” I laugh softly, wiping a thick layer of bubbles off of his chin. “It’s hot.”

“It really is.” Isaac squeezes his eyes shut tight while he shimmies, trying to get used to the temperature.

I want to tell him that he doesn’t have to be self-conscious about the way he looks with me. He’s so handsome and his body is very attractive. He might not have the rock-hard abs of an alpha, but he’s got beautiful eyes and a striking profile, and his lips look like they’d be so sweet to kiss.

After a moment, Isaac relaxes, then he gets to work, washing my hair. He gently scrubs my scalp, shampooing and conditioning it. Then he grabs a washcloth and begins rubbing my back. It’s not sexual, but incredibly soothing. So soothing that I start to nod off.

“Come on, omega,” Kofi’s deep voice whispers in my ear. Then I’m lifted out of the water. The cool air assaults my skin, making me shiver as goosebumps rise all over me. A fluffy towel is wrapped around me, then I’m ushered into the bedroom.

Swanley lays across his side of the bed, hands tucked behind his head, wearing nothing but a pair of fitted black briefs.

“I thought you were going for a run,” I say, trying like crazy not to stare at his bulge.

“Changed my mind,” he says, looking me up and down. A quick shiver cuts through me, and I grip my towel a little tighter.

I’m going to do this right this time. No getting sick. No crying. No failing my pack.

“What do you want to wear?” Isaac asks as he steps around me. “How about this one?” He pulls out the oversized yellow nightdress. Honestly, it looks like a giant T-shirt. And while I want nothing more than to put it on and fall asleep, I have a duty to please my pack.

“I’ll wear it after,” I say as loudly as I can, but my voice is still barely a whisper. Then I drop my towel.

Swanley immediately sits up, taking in every inch of me. Isaac does the same, but then his gaze snaps to Kofi.

“It’s not wise to push things.” The pack alpha takes the nightdress from Isaac.

“But,” I take a step back when he lifts the garment to slip it over my head, “I want to be a good omega for you.” I look from Kofi to Swanley. “I want?—”

“You are a good omega,” Isaac says firmly.

“There’s no need to rush things, little one.” Kofi leans down so he can look deep into my eyes. “You belong to us. Nothing will change that.” A gentle smile brightens his eyes. “We have the rest of our lives to be together, omega. We can take our time easing you into our pack.”

My heart breaks as the reality of the situation hits me. “You don’t want me?” I whisper, tears burning the back of my eyes.

“We definitely want you.” Swanley's hungry gaze zeros in on my chest, then it lowers, and he licks his lips. The look he’s giving me almost feels crass, but right now, I love it. It makes me feel desired—despite their refusal to rut me.

“But you won’t…” My voice is filled with defeat as it trails off. A small part of me knows I’m being ridiculous, but I don’t want to be rational right now. Instead, I just want to cry.

“Carys?” Kofi places his finger under my chin, forcing my head up. “Do you want to come?”

My face burns hot and my gaze drops as I whisper, “Yes, sir.”

“Come here,” Swanley pushes up onto his knees, crawling toward the center of the bed. He pats the soft sheets. “Lay down so Kofi can take care of you.”

“No,” Kofi says to Swanley, and my heart drops. Bad omegas don’t deserve to feel good. “You do it.”

I freeze up, frightened that I didn’t hear him right. But then Swanley turns me, and a thrill washes over me. His dark brown eyes drift up and down my naked form. There’s something so dark and delicious in his gaze. My sex clenches and I squeeze my thighs together, trying to ease the ache in my clit.

“Is that what you want, omega?” Swanley purrs. “Do you want me to eat that pretty little pussy?” His body shifts, crawling toward me. No. Not crawling. Stalking. His back muscles roll and his biceps bulge as he comes to a stop right in front of me. “Are you going to let me taste that sweet cunt?”

I’m nodding, my body moving without me even meaning to. “Yes, please.” My voice is barely audible.

That sexy smirk takes hold, and his eyes darken. “Come here, gorgeous.” He slips his arm around my waist, tugging me to him. The movement is forceful. Possessive. “I’ve waited a very long time to do this.” His voice is so gravelly, his warm breath fanning across my face.

Then ever so slowly, he leans down and presses his lips to mine. His beard is so soft, contrasting wildly with the way he kisses me. It’s so different from Kofi. It’s more forceful as he sucks my tongue and nibbles on my bottom lip. I like it.

Swanley’s hands roam my body as he kisses me, squeezing my bottom, before moving higher. One hand cups the back of my head, while the other palms my breast. It all feels so good that I can’t help but moan, and he deepens the kiss, his movements hungry and wild. Then I hear more kissing—Kofi and Isaac. But I don't look. I’m too focused on the alpha commanding my body.

“Fuck, you have amazing tits.” Swanley breaks the kiss, turning his attention to my breasts. He opens his mouth wide, sucking on each one. He hums while he licks me, the vibrations pushing into my skin.

A breathy moan slips from my mouth and I curl my hands around his head. His hair is thick but soft. I channel my fingers through it, then tug slightly when he squeezes one of my breasts especially hard, flicking my nipple wildly. I love it.

My eyes float closed, lost in the feel of his mouth on me.

“I need to taste you,” Swanley says forcefully, grabbing me around the waist. He lifts me easily, flinging me onto the bed. I can’t help but gasp, then giggle at the force he uses. “Spread your legs,” he commands, and my knees immediately part.

The mighty alpha stares at my sex, licking his lips as he settles between my legs. He hums as if savoring my aroma, then he begins to devour me. His mouth is ravenous, sucking and flicking my clit, while his big hands curl around my hips. He grips my thighs, forcing me to squeeze his head, holding me like he owns me. And he does. They all do.

Swanley’s tongue moves at a wild pace. It's more manic than Kofi was, the buildup rushing at me fast. The bed dips and Kofi is at my side, sucking gently at my nipples, while Isaac settles on the other side of me, caressing my breasts and stomach.

I’m losing my mind to the pleasure building up inside my body, but then my old mark burns and I wince. It’s not as painful as before, but still distracting. At least until Swanley pushes two thick fingers inside of me, and everything changes. My body sparks, then jolts as he thrusts hard and deep. I fall into the sensation, imagining it’s his dick. But I know that will feel even better. Fuller. Harder.

Swanley continues pumping, then he slaps my clit with his other hand, and all at once, I’m thrown over the glorious edge. My toes curl and my vision fades into tiny stars. I’m stiff and shaking, tears leaking out of the corners of my eyes.

Slowly, the pleasure subsides, and I wait, praying I won’t throw up.

Please don’t get sick. Please don’t get sick.

Finally, the swirling sensation in my belly subsides, and Swanley lifts his head. He smiles down at me, his mouth glistening with my arousal as he caresses my belly. “Such a good girl,” he purrs, and my abs unclench. “But next time, I want you sitting on my face, riding me so hard, I can’t fucking breathe.”

And a flit of excitement sparkles in my belly.