Finding the Forward, Part One (HockeyVerse)

Chapter Thirty

Grif

“ D o you think they’re talking about us?” Dean asked as we sat at the table with Verity’s family, waiting for her and the tiniest omega I’d ever met to get back from the bathroom.

Well, I thought she was an omega. I’d never seen an omega so willing to stab someone with a fork before.

“Probably.” Spencer’s gaze never wavered from the bathroom door.

While I knew Verity’s big sister’s pack was in biotech, I’d somehow missed that their company was Compass BioTek . Rich sister indeed. Our pack was rich. That pack had stupid money. Rumor had it, Spencer Thanukos bought her an island for a mating gift.

I felt eyes on me and turned to see Verity returning. A silly grin spread across my face. Mine. She was mine. When I’d called her my girlfriend, they weren’t only pretty words because her dad was there. I was hers.

That made me stupid giddy happy.

So did her liking the handmade flower.

Verity stirred up deeply repressed feelings in me. On the plane today I’d whined for her when she was about to sit elsewhere.

Whined!

It had scared the shit out of me. I’d whined in front of the entire team. What would happen next? At least everyone thought it was Dean.

It didn’t frighten me enough to stop seeing her. No. Not a chance. Though I’d started feeling omega-like things for AJ, too.

The only problem was, AJ had told me over the summer that he didn’t want anything serious until after the pack contract was secure. Understandable.

Still, I missed our closeness. I missed him.

“What are you looking at... oh.” Dean turned and watched Verity approach us. “She looks so tired. We should take her to bed.”

I’d like that very much. Also, I knew what time she’d been up this morning. She’d only dozed a little in my arms on the plane. Mostly, she’d worked on her paper.

Jonas remained beside me, like he had since she left, eyes on the bathroom door. Though not as obvious as Spencer. I appreciated the fact that Jonas had stood with us against that super bitch of a mom of hers.

But what was that between them when he’d touched her face? His look of possessiveness rivaled how he gazed at Dean.

Her and Jonas? Yeah, I’d watch that. Shit, I’d join in that.

“Don’t break her heart,” Creed said quietly, following our gazes. “Verity loves deeply and fiercely. She also likes you all a lot, in case you haven’t noticed.”

“Oh, I have.” Dean smacked his lips.

“I’d do anything for her,” I breathed. Even risk my career. Because I needed her like her flowers needed water. I needed her like Dean needed bread.

Dean was my soul. But she just might be my heart–or whatever kept it beating.

“Mercy, it’s been a long day. Tomorrow will be busy and you’re meeting Dad early for breakfast. Are you about ready to go up to the room?” Fatigue crossed Verity’s face as she joined us.

Yeah, someone needed to be taken to bed.

Dean reached out, and she absently pulled him to her side. She shot me a look that was as good as an outstretched arm. I joined her and wrapped my arms around them. Jonas gave Creed a look, then gazed back over to us.

“If you want to, um, go have a drink with them first, I’ll make sure Mercy gets to the room at a decent time.” Creed’s gaze brushed over Dean and me.

“I...” She bit that pink lip of hers that looked like it had a fresh coat of that shiny gloss she always wore. A war flickered in her eyes as they went from Dean, to me, to Jonas, to Mercy.

“Come with us for a bit? Aren’t you thirsty? ” Hints of need tinged Dean’s voice and his scent went sweet with desire.

“Creed and Grace are on the list. I’ll be in the room by curfew, and I won’t stay up too late if you don’t.” Mercy smirked, joining us.

“Go on. I think your boys need some attention,” Grace teased, eyebrows waggling.

Your boys. I liked that. Part of me wished AJ had come with us. That he’d give her a chance. While they didn’t have to fuck, he was part of this. I needed him, too.

Verity’s head rested on me. I ran a hand through her hair. While I knew she couldn’t spend all night with us, I yearned to hold her, to kiss her, to fuck her.

Not to mention Dean would be impossible until someone gave him a blowjob.

“What do you say, Gorgeous?” I murmured.

Her hand squeezing my ass. Yeah, that was all the answer I needed.

“I’ll be up in a bit? Don’t stay up too late?” Verity hugged Creed. “Thank you.”

She said her good nights, then took my hand with her free one.

“There you are, Grif. Why aren’t you answering my texts? I’ve booked the champagne room at Lucious. Come on, you’re not a real Knight until you have a lap dance.” Carlos stood there, dressed to go out. Dimitri and the three rookies were with them.

“Maybe he has other plans. Carlos is sad so many of the forwards are going purse shopping. Perhaps Grif is joining them.” Dimitri shrugged.

Right, someone had a connection to a fancy shop, and they were getting after-hours shopping time or something. Oh. Verity probably liked that brand. Next time.

“I’ll pass on the festivities tonight. Thanks for the invite. You can take Lucky, though.” I held out my imaginary cat. No, I was only interested in a lap dance from Verity or Dean.

“Oh, hey, Professor Mami, looking good. Come with us. Lap dance still counts if it’s from you. But I’ll take Lucky.” Carlos grinned, eyeing her pretty dress.

“Thanks for the invitation, but maybe another time?” Verity said quietly.

For once Carlos seemed to get the subtext, and he nodded. “Your private room is booked. Understood. Lucky can have your lap dance, but I won’t let him get plastered like last time.”

“Please? I am not cleaning up imaginary cat puke,” Dean snorted.

Verity waved again at her family, then we all walked to the elevators. When we got in, she leaned against me, face to my chest.

“You have an actual list of who can watch Mercy?” Dean asked as the doors closed.

“We do.” Her body shuddered a little, and not in the way I liked. In the enclosed space, her fatigue, her anxiety, became more evident.

My hand stroked her back, the fabric of her pastel dress soft under my fingers.

“If you want, you can put me on it. You know, in case you’re in the middle of an experiment or something and can’t pick her up. Since we might be at the training center anyway, and I can bring her to campus,” I offered. Why hadn’t I thought of this before?

“I’d like that. So, that’s my family. Well, some of them,” she sighed. “Dad’s okay. He’s always been one of my favorites. But Mumsy... she never forgave me for not staying a beta. For wanting to do more than help our beta mama take care of the kids. Especially after the littles were born.”

“What’s Grace?” Dean asked. “She’s tiny but doesn’t quite smell omega. I really thought she was going to stab Mumsy-Dearest.”

Verity laughed. “Grace is a gamma. She was raised outside the pack. Creed found her a year and a half ago.”

Rich sister, who seemed like she’d give everything for Verity and Mercy, had only known them for less than two years? What?

“Gamma, fuck. Did someone take care of the fucker?” Jonas’ look went pained.

“Yeah.” Verity nodded.

Gammas were failed omegas. Like something was so dangerous in their environment that their body literally stopped that process. They weren’t as common nowadays. Historically, it was caused by things like war and famine.

Nowadays, it was usually asshole parents.

Gammas didn’t respond to danger, barks, or pheromones like other designations. Their reactions to danger were random. Which would be why a woman not even five feet tall might try to attack an alpha with a plastic fork.

How had Grace ended up being raised outside the pack when she was clearly the blond dad’s kid? Huh.

The elevator doors parted. Jonas led us down the hall, opening the hotel room door, and pushing Dean into it. I opened the one next to it, disappearing into it with Verity. She gave a long look toward the hall as the door closed behind us.

“Their room adjoins mine,” I assured her. As much as I’d love to have her alone, Dean would barrel through the connecting door in a moment to collect his shutout spoils.

I flipped on the light and opened the adjoining door. Dean stood there, their side open, a look of longing on his face. He let out a little needy whine.

“What do you need, Hot Stuff?” She reached her free hand out to squeeze his. “Do you need me to reward my good, sweet omega for getting another shutout? I’m going to take all my feelings out on your cock, then wash them away when I swallow all that hot cum you’ll shoot down my throat.”

“Oh, yes, Alpha. Swallow my cock and I’ll make it all better.” Dean picked her up, crutch and all, and took her to their room, placing her gently on the bed.

I adored hearing him call her alpha . My eyes flickered over to Jonas as he watched us with a burning intensity as he leaned her crutch against the wall.

What did Jonas think of Verity’s mouth being around his omega’s dick?

“Dean, do you want to watch Grif fuck me while I wreck your cock?” She made big doe-eyes at him. The hotel room filled with the sweet scent of her desire.

“Mmmm, you know I do, Little Alpha.” Dean climbed onto the bed with her and planted a kiss on her lips.

He perfumed with arousal in that way only omegas could. The scent-blockers he took before games, so he didn’t distract the alphas during game play, must have worn off.

Verity looked over at me with her blue-green eyes. Her tongue darted out and licked her lips. “Fuck me, Grif?”

Like there was any question of it.

“Absolutely, Kitten. You’re going to look so beautiful as you fuck us.” I took off my jacket and tossed it onto a chair. My dick prepared to spring free and bury itself in her warm and ready pussy.

She bit her plump, pink lower lip. “Alpha Jonas, would you like to watch us?”

“Thank you, Little Alpha. I’d love to.” Jonas removed his jacket, grabbing mine and Dean’s off the floor and hanging them up in the closet.

I pulled off my pants and kicked them away, then leaned over the bed to kiss her.

“He wants to watch when I’m with Dean. I hope that’s okay.” Her voice went quiet as she lay on the bed, completely dressed, looking like a lounging goddess.

“It’s fine. Jonas has seen my dick a few times.” I trailed kisses down her neck and collarbone. My lips brushed over the cleavage exposed by that tight dress.

Propping her up, I unzipped her dress and slipped it over her head, tossing it over my shoulder. I caressed her soft, bare skin, which sparkled.

Unlike our date, she wore panties, but it was a purple lace thong and matched her strapless bra. She had this thing about matching bras and panties. It made me want to rip them off of her even more.

My fingers unhooked her bra as I kissed her lips, my hand tangling itself in her dark hair. Flinging the bra away, I ran my hand down her bare back, slipping it between her panties and her skin. She leaned in, devouring me with her hungry kisses. Her hands plucked at the band of my briefs.

Dean crawled across so he was on her other side. Stealing her mouth from me, one of his hands ran up my chest.

Her head ducked as she ran her tongue down his hairless chest so she could suck on his nipple. Dean’s taut body and hard cock pressed into her bare side. My hand clasped his firm ass, pushing him closer to me, to us, as we became one giant tangle of hands, arms, and lips.

The room lights dimmed, shrinking our world to the bed. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Jonas, only in his boxers, in the armchair.

“Alpha, please,” Dean keened, kissing her so hard he pushed her into me.

I widened my stance to keep myself from being knocked onto the ground by my overeager husband. Want for her blossomed inside me. I couldn’t wait to plunge my dick into her quivering pussy. For it to spasm around me as she shouted my name.

“How do you want us, Kitten?” I stroked her hair, content to let her direct things. Tonight. Another night I’d order Dean to do many, many things to her.

“Hmmm.” She eyed the bed, the floor, and the pillows. “Don’t suppose you have a swing in your suitcase, Tiger?”

“No, Kitten, I’m sorry.” While that would be useful, I hadn’t planned on this. I also had maybe two condoms left in my wallet from when I was over at her place the other night while Mercy was out with her friends.

She thought for a moment, then looked at Dean. “Hot Stuff, we might have to try a couple of things. I promise we’ll figure it out. Tiger, can you get some extra pillows?”

“Yes, Alpha. ” With a wink, I went into my room and grabbed the pillows.

Frowning, I searched my wallet. One. I had one condom. Shit. Dean was going to want to fuck her, too.

“That’s a very hard frown for someone about to get fucked.” Jonas entered the room and came up behind me.

“I wasn’t planning on a sex party. I don’t suppose you have any condoms in the first aid kit? Dean will want her, considering he’s never been with a lady alpha. Maybe we should call down to the front desk?” I held up the single condom.

“Aren’t you on birth control now?” Jonas eyed the condom.

Okay, so I bought pink sparkly ones because they delighted her. Whatever.

“I am. But I didn’t want to assume pack rules didn’t apply,” I replied, glad now that I’d gotten it when I’d gotten my suppressant and blocker refills. Even if it had caused a lot of other complications.

The doctor wanted me to go for more tests and kept calling. I hadn’t told Jonas and Dean since they’d want me to go now. AJ supported my desire to wait until the end of the season.

Personally, I wasn’t sure I’d be able to hold out until then. But I should talk to Verity first. However, Jonas and AJ had been quite clear that I shouldn’t have that conversation with her yet. Letting someone in on our secret was a big deal.

Still, the longer I hid it, the worse I felt.

“I appreciate it. You haven’t... well, you know, in a while, so that shouldn’t be a thing we need to worry about without a condom to hide it?” Jonas added.

Slick. No. No, I hadn’t. I shook my head. No perfume either.

“If she’s okay with you going without, save it for Dean. He’s going to want as much as she’s able to give him tonight. Blowjobs for shutouts. She’s created a monster.” He shook his head, lips pursing in amusement.

Taking the pillows out of my arms, he went into the other room and called, “Where do you want these?”

I followed. A very naked Dean lay in the middle of the bed, propped on pillows. Straddling him, her panty-clad ass on his stomach, she kissed him.

What a sight.

She turned, opened her hands and caught the pillows Jonas threw at her. Verity put them between Dean’s spread-out legs. Setting the condom on the nightstand, I came up behind her and ran my hand down her bare shoulder, silently asking if she’d be okay.

“My leg doesn’t hurt, it just aches,” she whispered.

“Whatever you need.” Leaning forward, I kissed her, taking in deep lungfuls of her heady arousal.

“We can try something else,” Dean said from his pile of pillows. “I haven’t been with a woman in a very long time. I... I’ve never been with a lady alpha before and want to know if it feels as good as they say. And, well, I want to be with you. ”

He gave her a coy smile, all splayed out on the bed, looking positively lickable. His mate bite from Jonas gleamed silver right above his collarbone. While his chest was hairless, there was a strawberry blond trail leading from his navel to his cock.

“I want to be with you, too.” Piling pillows so they’d rest under her belly, she looked up at Dean. “I... I’ve never been with an awakened omega. Mostly I’ve been with betas. While I’ve been with two people at once, I... I haven’t been with two guys at the same time. I’ve only read about it.”

Her tongue darted out, licking her lower lip as she eyed his nipples, his stomach, his cock.

“We’ll make all your romance novel dreams come true, Kitten,” I nipped her ear. “The birth control has kicked in. Are you willing to have me bare? That way, we can save the condom in case you want to take Dean.”

She looked at Jonas, who was back in the chair, and he nodded.

“Suck me, fuck me, ride me, lock me. I’m yours to do whatever you want with, Alpha.” Dean squirmed happily, cock hard and dripping. His perfume was coming on pretty strong, which, considering the state of my nose, attested to his arousal.

Want surged through me. I enjoyed seeing my Kitten make him come apart.

“My pleasure, Hot Stuff. Yellow means it’s getting to be too much, red is stop. Understood?” She got on her knees, leaning out over the pillows so they took most of her weight, but still gave her full control of his cock.

I ran a hand down her back. “Understood, Kitten.”

“Yes, Alpha.” Dean gave her a sultry look.

Verity ran her fingers over Dean’s hard dick, and he shivered.

“Look at you, all nice and ready for me,” she breathed, running her tongue around the tip, lapping up the pre-cum and slick.

He wiggled with pleasure at her praise.

“Oh, that’s... sweet?” She looked up at me, then grabbed my shoulder, pulling me down, kissing me with Dean’s slick all over her lips.

“Alpha, don’t stop, please.” Dean moaned, partially propped up on pillows.

“Never tasted slick, Kitten?” Taking my hand, I brushed his balls, then squeezed the length of Dean’s cock how he liked.

He moaned and slicked as Verity watched, breathless.

Gathering it with my fingers, I put two in her mouth. “It is sweet.”

Turning on her side, she palmed him with one hand. She sucked my fingers, teasing and licking them like she did my cock. A hint of Jonas’ arousal filled the room.

“Alpha,” Dean moaned.

I cupped her ass cheek with my hand, giving it a sweet squeeze. “We should stop teasing him. Besides, I want to see how wet your pussy is for me.”

Giving me a playful look, she waggled her ass in the air, taking Dean’s cock in both hands. She nibbled and teased his hard length, swirling her tongue around it.

Dean moaned under her ministrations as I peeled off Verity’s pretty lace thong, tossing it off the bed. I ran my fingers through her folds, gathering her wetness as I spread her legs.

“Oh, look at you, so wet for us. Dean, want a taste?” I crawled over to him,

“Yes, please. Oh, Alpha, that feels so good.” Dean’s eyes closed. Verity’s hand cupped his balls, the other slowly guided his cock into her mouth.

Taking my glistening fingers, I put them in Dean’s mouth. He moaned again as he sucked her essence off of them.

“You taste so good,” Dean sighed.

Verity bobbed up and down on his cock, taking it with ferocity. Perhaps her statement about taking her frustrations out on his dick was literal.

I feasted on her pretty pussy, hearing her muffled mews and squeaks. My tongue teased her clit, making release tremble through her. A sweet little sigh echoed through the room as she continued to suck Dean down.

“Grif, I want you inside me,” she gasped, going back down on him.

Don’t have to ask me twice.

“As you wish. Lock me when it’s time, Kitten.” Lining myself up with her wet pussy, I plunged inside her. Her pussy sucked me right in, her muscles fluttering around me. What a welcome.

She moaned again, arching her back as I began to thrust, trying to mimic her movements on his cock. One of my hands massaged her clit, the other supported her hip.

Dean’s hands tangled in her hair, the look on his face pure bliss. Jonas seemed content, watching us from the chair, hand around his cock.

This was beautiful and perfect. I wanted this always.

Hopefully, AJ would fit right into this, too.