I take stock of my body, pleasantly sore and thoroughly satisfied. “Perfect, like this is exactly where I’m supposed to be.”
Finn snuggles closer, his long arm draped around Gabe and me. “Good, because we’re keeping you.”
Everett is already softly snoring, nuzzled into the back of my neck with one hand twisted in my now tangled and sweaty hair and the other planted firmly on my ass cheek.
This is my pack.
My mates.
28
Melody
This has been the best morning. Exactly how one is supposed to feel on their vacation.
I awoke sometime in the night to Gabe leaving featherlight kisses on my temple. I rolled closer into his arms, and his muscles tightened around me, reigniting that flame low in my belly. I carefully wrapped my leg around him as he slipped inside of me.
Not wanting to wake the others just yet, I pressed my mouth firmly to his to muffle any moans as I slid down the length of his monster cock. The feeling of fullness nearly brought tears to my eyes as he slowly rocked into me, working himself deeper into both my heart and my pussy.
I let my tiny gasps escape into his kiss as Gabe’s knot pressed firm and hot against my clit, begging to be let in. I fluttered my eyes open, so he could see that I was ready for him, and with one firm thrust, his knot locked inside me, stretching my pussyalmost to the limit. I let out an involuntary squeak, so high-pitched it woke Finn, who simply looked at the two of us and winked.
When I finally woke again, Everett and Gabe had already left to handle the last-minute Christmas tree rush, Finn had rolled over, thrown an arm across my waist, and murmured something about needing his beauty sleep and omega cuddles.
How could I refuse?
We spent the day in PJs, watching holiday classics and drinking way too much hot chocolate. After the sugar high, Finn crashed and fell asleep sprawled on the sofa, one arm thrown dramatically over his eyes. The sight makes my chest tighten with something dangerously close to love.
Love? It’s too soon for that.
But then again, everything about this holiday has operated on fast-forward. One week ago, I was a lonely omega heading to a cabin in the woods for a pity party of one. Now I’m part of… Something real.
I grab my phone the moment it starts buzzing.
Seventeen new emails, five missed calls, and three voicemails.
All from Marcus.
My thumb hovers over the notification. The old Melody would have panicked. The old Melody would have immediately called back, apologizing profusely for not being available at 3 AM on a Saturday during her vacation.
The new Melody? She’s considering throwing her phone in the toilet.
Instead, I take a deep breath and open the most recent email.
From: Marcus Ashcroft
To: Melody Winters
Subject: Matthews File
Melody,
I know you’re on vacation, but the Matthews file is a mess. Janet from HR tried to help, but she’s useless. Could you look at it? Where do you put the latest projections?
Marcus Ashcroft
CEO, Ashcroft Media
Could you look at it? Not “you need to look at it” or “I expect you to look at it.” An actual request. With a question mark. From Marcus Ashcroft, alpha-hole extraordinaire.