Sugar Coated

3

Jackson 'Jax' Sinclair

Emil was perfuming like crazy, filling the room with the bitter bite of dark chocolate and those sweetened afternotes that made my mouth water. I traced a line down his back feeling the dew of sweat beneath my fingers while he whimpered. He fluttered around my cock --my knot-- where I was buried inside of him, "Careful, Em, keep that up and we won't be able to go see the pretty beta."

That only made him grip me tighter and I had to force my hips not to roll forward again for another round. His cock jerked in my hand, where I'd still been gripping him after he'd come. He'd been playing dirty all day where he'd locked himself away in his nest, strumming the pack bond in time with each stroke of his hand, edging us all nearly to insanity. "You've been trouble enough already. Maybe I won't let you go see her."

"Jax," my name was a moan and I loved to hear it from my satisfied omega.

"Yes, Em?"

"Please," Emil was infatuated with the quiet little beta that we'd stumbled upon from a nondescript craigslist ad looking for someone who could fix that damn jukebox. We all were, she'd ducked into our shop on a breezy Tuesday morning, looking for all the word like a confectioners treat when we'd all been expecting someone...less delectable.

Emil rolled his hips back, stroking my cock enough that I heard the crack of my hand along the swell of his ass, "Enough, you're nowhere near your heat." He certainly is perfuming like he is, though. "It was your idea to bring her here in the first place, and now you're wanting to make her wait."

There was a whine in his voice, "It was my idea to--"

I dropped on top of him and snapped my hips forward, pinning him to the desk where I had him bent over the top of it. Not smart, Jax. You're tempting a rut and then you definitely won't see the pretty beta. "Emil, there was no way in hell I was going to drag a 200 pound jukebox up a flight of stairs and into the heart our den all for you to try and tempt her into your nest."

He whimpered, one part satisfaction and the other part a little put out that he didn't get his way. Brat.

"She'd have known immediately." Hell, she probably would have run. The first time we'd managed to coax her into the back rooms of the shop, she'd been visibly skittish entering our pack space. The fact that she'd calmed enough the last few times to be able to walk in here today without one of us to steer her there undoubtedly did something to me. It made you painfully hard is what it did. The same way Emil had when he'd first come sniffing around the shop and rubbing up on things in your space. But that was always the way of it, wasn't it? Alphas chose their territory and omegas chose the packs and the places that appealed to them and turned the territory into a home.

I could hear Andres in the back room. I was willing to bet he was talking to Delaney, had cornered her after she'd run into the back. I glanced back down at Emil, he'd turned just slightly to look up at me and I leaned down to rub my cheek against his and press a soft kiss to the freckles on his cheekbone. He turned into it and I indulged him even as I put a growl into my voice, "You deserve for me to spank you raw, for that little show."

"It's a date," he had a minx's smile. All because I'd refused to move the jukebox he'd thrown a tantrum and edged himself all day, keeping me and Andres hard and frustrated until he knew he could get exactly what he wanted: a rough fuck in the office just as our little beta would be walking down the hall.

My grip tightened around his cock and Emil groaned, rocking into the heat of my circled fingers where I had him pinned against the dark oak desk. He really wants the female. I buried my face in the crook of his shoulder and his moan turned into a whimper as I nipped at my mark that I'd left there the very minute this wide-eyed freckled minx of an omega had asked to join my pack.

I retreated, pulling free of Em's heat, if I didn't we'd get nowhere with the little female, and sitting there with my mouth and my mind on mating marks was one of the easier ways to keep my cock —and knot—occupied throughout the night.

Em pouted over it though when he flipped over on the desk to sit in front of me, cock still at attention and stomach still streaked and wet with his release.

"Pout about it all you want, Em. You should have thought harder about teasing all day if you're that desperate for release. You can wait a few more hours until well after she's gone."

His mouth screwed up even more as he sulked. He was in a mood, one of the ones that either Andres or I would usually fuck out of him. I pressed my hands into the desk next to his hips and leaned into him. He turned his face away, but our bond thrummed with pleasure.

"If we'd taken the jukebox upstairs I wouldn't have had to wai--" he grumbled.

I silenced him with a roughened kiss, dragging his face to me with a grip on his chin. Em's hands stroked through my hair, pulling it up tight into a bundle at the back of my head while his legs wrapped around me. Andres' amusement filtered down from upstairs where he'd started making dinner. I pulled away, dragging his bottom lip with me in a bite. "Just because Andres and I spoil you, doesn't mean that Delaney would as well whether you squirrel her away into your nest or not, Em."

Emil rolled his eyes but snorted when my cock jerked between us at the mention of our little beta's name. "I'm very persuasive."

"Oh I know," I leaned away from him then, just far enough away to be able to tuck my cock back into my pants adjusting it so I could at least walk somewhat comfortably. Emil was the most persuasive one of us, easily. All long strong lean lines and a map of freckles that begged you to count every single one of them. His mess of russet hair was delightfully sweaty and disheveled. Being only slightly shorter than my 6'3", he was an absolute treat --the sweetest thing in the whole damn shop. "You are nothing but delightfully single-minded, Em. But the little beta is barely even comfortable walking around in the shop, much less in the downstairs den. Give her more time."

"If we all tried--"

I leaned brow against his temple, letting him scent-mark me to ease that rangey anxiety that was starting to build in our bond again. "We are all trying, Em. You're just impatient."

He huffed out a breath.

"Now stop throwing your tantrum and make yourself presentable so we can go see Delaney."

That wiped the brat right out of him quick enough. He was up in a flash, picking up his wrinkled clothing and tugging it on. I took the opportunity to admire the sight, specifically the reddened print of my hand that lingered on his ass and the excited smile he couldn't shake.

She didn't know it, but the little beta was fully entrenched in the Sinclair pack and none of us were the least bit displeased about it.