~Jack’s Point of View~
Sitting outside Grace’s office was like torture. Her scent was everywhere, overwhelming. I had no clue why I was here, if it was even work related. Finch was meeting with her too, and we were both scared shitless she’d find some reason to fire us. But it was odd we weren’t meeting together if that was the case.
I wasn’t giving her enough credit, surely she knew having the three of us in the same room would be dangerous. She’d be very outnumbered.
Finding her had been the best night of our lives, but now I wasn’t so sure. My beast stirred, not fully understanding my human bullshit drama but he just knew I was uneasy. It was only in his nature to project absolute confidence at all times, weakness wasn’t an option. That wasn’t how we were raised and I’d shifted long before most in our clan. I’d had Nox since I was ten and I didn’t know what it meant to be without him. I couldn’t even really remember it.
When a bubbly blonde I didn’t recognize came out of the office and sat in one of the waiting area chairs, Grace appeared in the door. My heart nearly stopped. She was so damn beautiful it was all I could do to hold still. Her long hair was thick and wavy, her body called to me.
“Here I am, come get it, the female you’ve dreamed about your entire life.”
She was also just a few days past her fertile time. She’d been near the end of it the night we were together and it made her scent a hundred times more powerful to us. A female’s heat can’t be ignored. But radiating from an Omega like her, so sultry and soft…
I drew a deep breath, taking in her floral melon scent that damn near made me faint. Through it all, she had zero clue or understanding of what I was going through. What she did to me.
“Jack? Come on in,” she said, flicking her head.
She had little diamond stud earrings that just made her face sparkle all the more. Made her even more bright and enticing somehow. My initial reaction was that I’d get her a matching necklace, but I hardly had money to blow on jewelry. It was bad enough I was 27 and living with my brother so we could save money to send home. But really, Finch and I hadn’t lived apart a second since our conception, I didn’t see that changing. And certainly not if there was a chance we could share a mate.
As she walked in front of me my hand nearly moved on autopilot to touch her ass. My beast stirred watching it, plump and round. I knew exactly how it looked in the flesh and … how it bounced off my dick.
She’d been so shy with us at first and I’d already been so turned on by that, but once all the clothes were off and she began telling us what she liked, we nearly blew our loads right then.
“I’ve called you in here because my father actually left you a gift in his will,” she said, as I sat down.
I perked up at that. Finch had actually made a joke about it when we heard he passed. But then we also had fears of the company being sold and all of us getting the boot.
“Well, that was awfully nice of him,” I said, as she leaned against her desk.
My eyes automatically went to her legs, they were bare from the knee down and all I wanted to do was lick them. Lick all the way up to her sweet spot.
*Hmm, what are you waiting for,* Nox said, taunting me.
*Not now,* I demanded, hoping like hell he’d stay calm.
“So I have to ask, did you have a special arrangement with my father? Did you… spy on other employees for him? Special, shifter senses,” she said, tilting her head.
I gave a sigh of relief at her question and grinned.
“Yes, Finch and I both were known to see and hear things from time to time. We traveled with him as well here and there. Between us we speak six languages,” I said, bragging.
Where we grew up was a safe haven for all shifters, and we had people from literally everywhere. It was a point of pride to learn and communicate with people in their native language. Little did we know how useful that would prove in the human world.
*What’s happening in there,* Finch asked, over mind-link.
*Old man Astor left us something in his will, now shut up I’m busy,* I snapped back.
I definitely didn’t need him distracting me.
“How are you related,” she asked, likely letting me know that she had figured some things out about us. How had she known we were shifters? I thought we’d both done a really good job keeping the growls and whatnot during sex to a minimum. Omegas could be easily rattled, especially before being marked.
“We’re brothers. Same mother, different fathers,” I said, leaving it at that.
I had no clue how much she knew about our kind and I’d have to ease into quite a few things if there was any hope of our relationship going further. It had to go further, we were already too far invested.
“I see. So, what kind of secrets did you find out for my dad,” she asked, staring me down.
Nox immediately didn’t like that, he demanded we get up and be taller than her. But that was stupid and it would probably make her feel threatened. Right now she felt like she had the upper hand, she was in control. I needed to keep it that way.
“Well you should know… That lawyer Harland is a crook, he’d been robbing your dad for years. He refused our advice to get rid of him. We’ve shown him so much evidence but your dad liked loyalty. Loyal to what though if he’s stealing? I couldn’t figure that part out. There’s also numerous high ranking people that literally do nothing all day long. Their work profiles barely get touched, yet they max out their daily allowances for expenditures. They constantly con getting other things comped. People in IT see just about everything. Porn on the work phones, hell at their desks,” I said, knowing fully well I could go on for hours.
She made a face and began tapping her fingers on her arm. She then moved behind her desk and picked up the phone.
“Get me the head of HR please? Oh he is? Yes, thank you,” she said, sitting down.
I leaned back in the chair, desperate to see what she was going to do. Shifters by nature want to be in control, dominate their female. Yet here, she was my superior. Seeing her in this position was too damn hot. I’d kill to fuck her on this desk right now. I’d keep her dressed, just pull her skirt up and get to see those thick luscious thighs. I licked my lips.
It was more than obvious she’d never had proper and great sex before us. Her body was like an open book just speaking to us, and we heard her loud and clear. There was no way we didn’t ruin her for any other males, not that she’d ever go near another again.
“Nathaniel? This is Grace Astor. I’d like reports by the end of the day about employee expenditures or reimbursements. How much, what for and who’s making them. Go back two years please. Oh and while I’m asking please work with payroll if you have to for bonus information. I want a list of any and all bonuses in the last two years and what they were for,” she said, nodding.
I blew out a hard breath, already knowing that was a shit show. Finch and I had both been telling Grover for years to reign all that in. He had so much needless money pouring out the door but he felt like it would make people quit if he stopped. So what? There’s likely a hundred others ready for interviews. He was so forward thinking in some ways but stuck in time in others.
She hung up the phone and stared me down. Nox paced, demanding I do something. He didn’t like feeling caged. Bad things happen when he feels boxed in.
“I wanna know what the deal is. I’ve only just recently learned about what an Omega is, I had no idea,” she said, leaning forward.
Nox grinned, happy for the subject change. If she knows what she is, she’ll know she’s ours now. She should know. We were primed and ready to provide her a comfortable environment, she would be our goddess and want for nothing.
“We were honestly shocked you didn’t already have a mate. I’m not totally sure how old you are but to even get out of your teens with that scent… Well I don’t get how no one has tried to claim you,” I said, in a low voice.
She burst out laughing. Okay… didn’t expect that.
“Claim me? Like I’m a puppy at the pound? I’m a grown woman, I don’t need to be claimed,” she said, getting up and coming around the desk. She again crossed her arms, only shoving her large tits higher and making me shift in my seat.
Fuck behaving.
I was immediately on my feet and standing over her. Our eyes locked and there was no going back. Nox pushed forward, demanding her. Commanding me to cut the bullshit.
“Omega…” I said, my voice rough and husky. I ran my finger over her cheek.
“Yes,” she asked, her voice almost like a squeaking mouse. Her eyes were glassed over, her attention completely on me.
“You very much do need to be claimed. You will not date, flirt with or touch any male but Finch and I. You belong to us, do I make myself clear,” I said, my gaze not breaking from hers for a second.
Right now her money, her last name, her status meant nothing. I owned her.
And fuck if that didn’t make me harder than I’d ever felt.
“This is yours and only yours,” I said, reaching for her hand and putting it on my hard dick.
“Yes Alpha,” she said, mindlessly.
I was impressed she even knew the word, knew that in this moment I absolutely was her Alpha. Her male. This was a mind trick only my kind of shifter could do, and I’d never tried it before. I’d seen it done and always been desperate for the chance. I swore it could only be for the true Omega that my beast would claim.
“Good girl, such a sweet girl,” I cooed, as my eyes flicked black and Nox rumbled in my chest.
I made quick work of scenting her, my body not able to stop but as my lips grazed her neck her moans told me how much her body craved it. There were only four other male shifters in this building, but they would damn well know she was off limits. Our scent from Friday night had already faded from her body and that wouldn’t do.
When I went to pull back she reached for my face and then her lips were on mine. My body reacted and before I knew it, we were heavily making out and I had her leg around my waist with two fingers inside her. She moaned into my mouth, calling my name and finding her climax quickly. I pulled my coated fingers out, making a show out of licking them, satisfying my beast. I then put them in her mouth and made her do the same.
“You like tasting yourself sweet Omega,” I said, my gaze locked on hers as I roughly groped her tits.
“Yes,” she said, nearly breathless. She was soaking wet and it was impossible to let her go, but I knew I had to.
“You’re such a good girl for me. You want more? I’ll text you my address and you’ll come by tonight. Finch and I will make you feel so good baby,” I said, whispering in her ear.
Her body practically hummed with satisfaction. It killed me to stop. Just fucking killed me.
Omegas need a lot of compliments, they can be very insecure which I don’t understand. But humans don’t have shifter strength or confidence. There are in fact many, many things we can do to make her feel welcome and have her body’s natural chemistry be more properly at ease.
There were now three heartbeats not far from us on this floor and I knew this wasn’t at all the time to try and get her naked. Not to mention Finch would kill me for doing anything without him.
When I finally forced myself to move away from her and sit down, Nox began cursing me out. He had no patience or care about human manners or decorum.
Fuck our mate … that’s all he wants to do. Sounds like a good day to me.
“So? Ms. Astor, you mentioned something about your father’s will,” I asked, as her trance broke and she fixed her gaze to me. It was clear she was trying to figure something out.
“Right, the will. Hang on,” she said, as she went to get the blond from outside.
A minute later I was holding a check in my hands for a million dollars. My hands that smelled like Grace’s sweet pussy.
I’d never seen so much money or even imagined it, but already my mind scrambled with possibilities. None of which should have been the obvious question.
What would Grover have thought about Finch and I mating his little girl?
“Thank you for coming, I see we went over our time and Finch is already here,” she said, striding toward the door.
*Best behavior. I’ll tell you everything in a bit, don’t try and touch her or freak her out,* I warned my brother, over mind-link.
*What the hell did you do,* he demanded.
I licked my lips as Grace held the door open for me. I barely made it two steps and I heard, “what the hell?”
A grin was immediately plastered on my face, knowing that the memory of my little trance was now coming back to her.
Only the beginning, little Omega.
~Grace’s Point of View~ After what happened with Jack it was all I could do to hurry up and get Finch the hell out of my office. Once I was finally alone, I turned my chair to face out the window. The view was simply breathtaking and I was pretty sure I should turn the desk around. Why wouldn’t you want to stare at this? BEEEEP I sighed and picked up the phone. The rest of the day was a blur of calls, emails and finally getting the reports I’d asked to receive. Then I decided it would be better to take it home. Whose home though? I grabbed my purse and ran my hand over the keys to my dad’s mystery apartment. I could think of no better time than to go exploring. PING Text Message: 42033 Stingray Place. Condo 605. It was the same name number that Finch had texted from before when he’d messaged my personal phone. I made a face and looked for the note Michelle had left me about my dad’s place. 42033 Stingray Place, Condo 607. Ugh!! Seriously??? They live in his building?? R
~Finch’s Point of View~ *We have to just do whatever it takes to make her stay. The longer she’s with us, her body will react,* Jack said to me, over mind-link. I more than knew that, sometimes he is such a douche. I secretly hated that he was six minutes older. He never really threw it in my face but he still acted like he was the one in charge. I mean, dragons are certainly much higher in the pecking order but on two legs I could take him. Maybe. An intense heat was radiating off of Grace, and I already knew what she needed to calm down. We’d moved her to the living room as we attempted to explain some things. I ran to the freezer and grabbed an ice cream cone. *Yes, take care of our mate,* Judson said, approving. I unwrapped it quickly and brought it to her. She eyed it and made a face. “This will help calm you, and soothe you,” I said, handing it to her. “I’m not a freakin’ child! Ice cream, seriously,” she scoffed, but she looked it over. They were our absolute favorite,
~Grace’s Point of View~ ~Friday~ “Don’t be nervous, they smell fear,” Michelle said, nodding. My stomach flipped and I was glad all I had for breakfast was a bagel. Even if I could hear my trainer cussing me out for just eating carbs. I was certain the hamster in my brain would burn off the calories. Speaking of, I missed my Butters terribly. I normally spend an hour or more a day playing with him and letting him loose but there hadn’t been any time for that this week. I know they have dog walkers but do they have hamster people? Is that a thing? Well, I want his soft cuddles anyhow, I don’t want to share them. I was set to meet with the board in one hour. I had no clue what to expect and everyone trying to prepare me was driving me insane. For the most part everyone was helpful but when Bruce and Harland came to see me I nearly got sick. Neither of them were on the board but they had many, many friends. Every sense in my body told me they were up to something. They talk to me l
~Grace’s Point of View~ While one minute I felt like I had a target on my back, the next… I’m strolling into the cafeteria to a damn standing ovation. I blushed, harder than I ever had. My mom had walked down with me, and stopped dead in her tracks, putting her hand on my arm. She never … ever touches me. “Oh don’t trouble yourselves, but thank you,” she immediately said. If a face could say “bitch please,” mine was saying it. My entire body tensed and if she was literally anyone else, I might be tempted to punch her and I’d never done that in my life. When she took the credit, I turned toward Violet who was coming my way. She wasn’t having it and apparently had feelings about my mom. “GRACE! GRACE! GRACE,” Violet began to shout, and everyone chimed in. My hands went to cover my mouth and I was sure my face was completely red. By the time I looked up at mom, she actually looked … proud? Dare I say? It was beyond wild to really be seen like this, so publicly. I mean I’d been in
~Grace’s Point of View~ Don’t sweat. Don’t touch your make-up. Stand up straight, polite smile. Breathe. Can’t breathe in this fucking corset girdle. I made a face and tried to focus on walking in heels I had no business wearing. With the stress of the week I felt like I’d lost ten pounds but my clothes disagreed. Maybe dad stayed like a twig sucking on cough drops instead of eating. “Reservation for Cavanaugh,” I said, to the hostess. We were at one of the most exclusive restaurants in all of Atlanta, and I was certain you had to book a table months in advance. I was glad I’d had a huge lunch, I wasn’t very hungry though I hated to look like one of those women who is afraid to eat. Cause I’m sure as hell not. The morning had put me in such a good mood, I wasn’t about to let anything ruin it. If anything I had a new found determination to turn a new leaf at Astor Connects and show everyone that I’m not a stupid kid. I can do this. “Right this way, Mr. Cavanaugh was just sea
~Finch’s Point of View~ “Bad girl, don’t ever fucking do that again,” I groaned, between frantic kisses and groping. I squeezed her plump ass tightly in my hands, making sure to leave a bit of a mark. There would have to be many more marks to come. I felt like this was a turning point, showing her we will always be there for her. That we are the only ones for her. “She’s getting quite a spanking when we get home,” Jack warned. Judson stirred, his desperation to claim his female growing exponentially as we felt her grind in our lap. It was disappointing that she didn’t have a second nature, that he would never have that connection. But my wolf knew this was our best and only chance at a mate. Not only that, Grace was hot as hell. Even if he didn’t get another wolf to play with or run with he could certainly enjoy and appreciate everything about our Omega. As a hybrid human this day in age, we couldn’t afford to be picky. Before shifters were “outed” to the world at large there wer
~Grace’s Point of View~ I barely remembered getting inside, it was all a blur. But I knew I was safe, I knew they would care for me. I don’t know how I knew it but my body felt it. Jack had gotten a large blanket from the bed in the room they had made for me, and when he wrapped me up and carried me inside I felt like a princess. Even with Finch’s cum dripping out of me, his marks all over my body. Even if I’d started this night to impress a different man. Oh well, this was now happening, no going back. Hmmm. Why was I fighting them so hard again? I really couldn’t remember, not now. Post orgasmic bliss of this level is hardly the time to contemplate big life decisions. “Shall I give you a bath baby? Or would you prefer I fuck my brother’s cum deeper into your belly,” Jack whispered, as he laid me on the soft bed. My jaw fell at his crude words but my skin only heated up. The pulse between my legs that hadn’t calmed down was highly intrigued. His face was firm leaving no room
~Jack’s Point of View~ “What are we dealing with,” I asked, trying to stay calm and collected. Despite us hardly ever having issues like this, I had a hell of a team assembled that I’d hand picked and a few that I even scouted. I could have ended up anywhere really, I wasn’t even totally sure why I picked Astor as an employer when I had many offers. Certainly the government wanted me, but I just couldn’t go there. Nobody hovers over me here, they trust that I know what I’m doing. I watched and listened intently as Zoe, my team leader, ran through everything. “They’re certainly not high end hackers by any means but they just have so many. We’ve shut down several, but they keep popping back up, here’s another one now,” she shouted, as I fell into a chair and went to work. When I’m in my zone, when the pressure is on, that’s when I thrive. That’s when I know what to do, I know how to attack. How to defend. It’s just the stroke of some keys, timing and outsmarting someone. Similar
~Two Years Later~ “One, you’re really sure? This isn’t going to be some sick joke later on,” I said, wagging my finger at the doctor. “Just one baby Grace. ONE. I swear,” she giggled. I nodded, relieved beyond all measure. One baby. Wolf or dragon? I’m willing to bet this will be a fight. While the guys knew I was pregnant they didn’t know that I’d snuck to the doctor without them. I knew they’d be mad but I needed to know. I had been desperate to find out on my own. Only one more, I can handle that. I’d made the guys wear condoms for well over a year after I had the quads, desperate to not have a repeat. They absolutely hated it, and so did I. But it was too risky. Everyone assured me the chances of having another set of four was basically no chance. The guys also tried to convince me they didn’t need to wear them or could pull out during my less fertile times. I’m Grace Astor, things happen to me that never happen to other people. That is a fact. Although we hadn’t been car
~Jack’s Point of View~I completely get why Grace is doing this, where she’s coming from, but talking out my damn “feelings” with Warrick? The last flipping thing I want to be doing right now. But I heard everything she said and she’s 100% right. There isn’t a chance in hell I could ever let him hurt one of my girls the way he hurt me so many times. Disappointed me and left me. Those girls are literally my everything next to Grace, it was hard to imagine I could hold so much love in my heart for the little creatures I didn’t even really know yet but I do. Four girls. Still unreal. Two female dragons. Brenda joked that I needed to hire professional security, bodyguards. But I wasn’t sure that was a bad idea. If it ever got out… what they are… Nox was desperate to shift and sniff them, check them out. But it was far too chilly to bring them outside in the middle of winter, even though for Atlanta it was mild. I promised him in the next week or so we could take them to the Sky Light s
~Grace’s Point of View~ Before I knew what was happening I was splayed out on my bed, my clothes gone except for my sports bra. How the hell does he move so fast? “Clock! Bring me the clock,” I moaned, as another sharp pain hit me, paralyzing me. “No. I’ve helped birth many babies, I helped with Jack and Finch. We’ll be fine,” he said, running into the room with a large bowl and some towels. My eyes practically rolled into the back of my head. “Are you out of your fucking mind? I need my doctor! I need… Brenda, get my phone,” I shouted, as I screamed in pain. Brenda had been acting as my breathing coach and also helping me with what to expect. I wouldn’t say we had gotten close but I enjoyed her company and there was a weird familiarity to her. When he left the room again it was all I could to try and reach the house phone on the side table. Thank god Jack insisted on putting it there though literally no one ever calls it. I didn’t have many numbers memorized, but I knew the o
~Grace’s Point of View~ I yawned, feeling utterly exhausted. I glanced around the living room at the heap of gifts we’d brought in from work yesterday. I had little to no desire to go through it all. What did I want? Outside of a nap and food the thing I loved so much was laying on the beach at the Sky Light. I’d since learned they called the beach “Bonnie” which is the Scottish word for beautiful. Jack had made me a hammock between two trees and it was my favorite place. When you’re big as a beached whale, getting to swing in a hammock that makes you feel weightless is a welcome treat. At our doctor’s appointment a couple of days ago the doc said the babies were each about 4 ½ pounds a piece and anytime they came would be okay. “Are you sure you want to go? Everyone would understand if we skipped. I mean you could literally give birth anytime now,” Jack asked, rubbing my back. I smiled at him and went about packing some snacks. “Of course I want to lay in my hammock. It’s my th
~Three Months Later~ ~Finch’s Point of View~ “Everyday, better and better,” I laughed, staring down at the headlines of several newspapers. I’d started a little collection. Might even use them as wallpaper. “Downfall of Astor Connects Execs: Guilty Pleas All Around” “Millions Swindled From Payroll At AC By Its Own Lawyer Recovered” “Grace Astor Turns AC Into The Most Diverse and Inclusive Employer” “AC Stocks Soar As Company Reinvents Itself” I ran my fingers over the one about Grace. So … damn proud of her. Just then the door burst open and I moved my laptop onto the table with the papers. “Cover of Forbes,” Grace shouted, squealing. I grinned as she ran into her office and fell into my lap on the couch. Well, as much as a woman who is a couple weeks away from having quadruplets can do. She kind of just waddles at this point but it's too cute. Her poor feet get so swollen that she wears slippers now everywhere she goes. The smile and happiness that radiated off of her fill
~Grace’s Point of View~ “There’s no way I’m leaving you alone with him. He could shift and snatch you up and--” I held up my hand to indicate Jack needed to calm down. I rubbed my belly and then grabbed his hand to put it on there too. “Jack, he’s not going to hurt a preggo. He won’t,” I said, trying to believe myself. It seemed like the babies were literally all Warrick cared about, so he would protect them. He had to. Jack’s eyes darted to Finch, who shrugged. “What would you even say,” Finch asked, adding his hand to my tummy. “I do better when I’m on the spot, when I’m just speaking from the heart. I’ll figure it out,” I said, putting my hands on each of their shoulders. “Who even knows where he is right now. Probably tormenting someone,” Jack said, sighing. I looked up to the sky. For all I cared I could just march out into a big open space, or the beach and scream for him. Supposed to have that good shifter hearing right? That was all I had anyhow, seemed like a good pl
~Grace’s Point of View~ I laid still, staring at Finch as he slept. Needless to say, their revelation about what my father did definitely destroyed my mood. My father … gave years of his life to help a stranger? He wouldn’t even meet me for dinner? I had boyfriends on and off in my 20’s all the time, several I brought home. Mom would either smile or stick her nose up. Dad hardly ever met them, he was never around. He never asked about them, if they made me happy. He never asked much about me … as a person. Of course all I wanted to know was the big question… Why did he do it? Would he have even done it for me? That thought, made me sick. A shadow cast over the back of the teepee, and I knew someone was there. I had no clue if they were here for me, or if I could even get up without waking my mates. The answer came on its own, when the woman I knew to be Ensley stuck her head in the flap, nearly making me jump. She gave a big wave of her arm and a smile. I sat up and looked at Jac
~Grace’s Point of View~ “And would you believe little Jack got bit by that snake right on his--” “Mom! Really,” Jack whined, not enjoying the story hour. I giggled and slapped his leg. Iris and his entire family, minus the absent father were incredible. Really just sweet people even if they’re all okay with lots of nudity. In front of their family. Weird. They also had a different vocabulary on a lot of things, though I was able to mostly follow along. I was relieved Jack thought to pack some drinks and food he knew I’d like. They’re both just so damn thoughtful. I yawned, stretching out in front of the fire. I’d never been camping before, nothing even close to this. But I supposed as a shifter this was just natural, normal. Jack moved behind me and held me tight. “Can I take you somewhere,” he whispered, his voice dangerous. It sent tingles all over my body. Though it doesn’t take much anymore. I’m now like the female version of Finch, it’s all I think about. It’s just a matter
~Jack’s Point of View~ DING DONG Nox immediately put up his guard, who the hell was ringing my bell at 8am? His shifter senses knew right away though who it was, well the two people. “Brenda, morning, Felix. You guys are awfully…” I trailed off, taking in the backpacks they had on. “Morning, so glad you wanted to come,” Grace said, practically shoving me aside. *What is going on? I thought we were going away with our mate. ALONE,* Nox bellowed, not happy. I let out a weak laugh, so did I. So did I. What are you doing Grace? *Did you know about this,* I asked Finch, over mind-link. He popped out of the bathroom, toothbrush still in hand. *Uhm, what the…* he trailed off. “Morning newlyweds,” Brenda said, a little too chipper. She had a huge tote bag that Nox was telling me had a lot of herbs and spices. Oh no. No, no no no no. “Grace, baby… Are we… Having our honeymoon at the Sky Light,” I asked, timidly. “Yeah! I thought it was a great idea. I hardly got to see much o