Page 102 of Pack End Game

Shockingly, she does not throw herself at me.

“This means a lot to me, leafy green. I’m glad you’ve come to your senses so you can feel a sliver of the power I wield when I become one with Simon.”

“Honestly,” she says, looping the rope around my wrists, “my instincts are telling me to run instead of playing along.”

I gasp. “Don’t you dare.”

She leads me by the rope toward the wall hook where I normally hang my coat and ties the free end, forcing me to lift my arms.

I test the restraint.

Solid knot work.

My omega is talented.

She grabs both sides of my face and pulls me into a kiss that erases every thought in my head. “Love you, Freddie.”

“Love you most, leafy green.”

She kisses me again, then her lips begin to trail down. Her mouth moves to my neck, where she pauses to kiss my bond mark from Spencer, then lower and lower until she’s on her knees before me.

Her fingers tug at the waistband of the athletic shorts I wore under Simon’s fur today, dragging them down to my ankles. Lucky for her, I didn’t bother with an additional layer, so there’s no undies for her to remove.

My hands feel a little extra sweaty inside the claw gloves, definitely due to the excitement of this moment.

She teases me slowly, taking her sweet time, glancing up through her lashes like she knows exactly what she’s doing. Sexy little menace.

This is magnificent.

I can feel Simon’s spirit agree. When I look over to where his head is resting, I know he feels all of this, too.

My eyes roll back when she swallows me down.

I try to hold back, but it’s no use. Not when her throat is tight around my cock. The power of the room is definitely also a contributing factor to my quick release. I groan, pleasure ripping through me in a way I’ve never felt before. Glory. Gratitude. Greatness.

The sensation is everything… Until we’re interrupted.

Beep.

I freeze at the sound of the keypad granting someone entrance to the room.

Spencer walks in first, his game day suit still as pristine as when we left the house earlier this morning. “Good news, Rufus said the old house officially has a buyer…” His words trail off as he takes in the sight of me tied up at our omega’s mercy.

Zak walks in behind him, distracted by his phone until he realizes Spencer has stopped. He looks up, and his jaw drops open.

“Why is he tied up?” Zak asks.

Spencer looks at my hands. “Is he wearing the claws?”

Mia rises gracefully and pats my chest. “He’s been a very good boy.”

She turns, pressing her back against my naked chest. Each alpha kisses her deeply in greeting. It’s nice to have them all huddled around me, especially knowing Simon’s spirit is with us, too.

“I can taste him on you, omega,” Zak says before slipping his tongue into her mouth for an even better taste.

She giggles when they break apart. “Did you like it, Daddy?”

He kisses her again in response. Soon we’re one big huddle of limbs. I sigh happily, basking in the warm afterglow, until my arms start to ache.