Damian and Angel arrived early for breakfast. After beaming about how radiant the couple looked, Angel was whisked away by Calista. As they walked toward the kitchen, Calista continued to tell her she had a glow to her, which made Angel’s face flush a bright pink.

Damian and Thor made their way into his office to talk.

“Damiano, are you getting restless in the guest house yet?” Thor asked.

“No, it’s actually quite cozy. I know the home we’ll be living in is small, a little bigger than the guest house, but it’ll be nice. I don’t think we need a lot to be happy as long as we’re together.”

Thor laughed. “I never thought I’d hear you talk like that. You, the materialistic one. You’ve now jumped the practical fence.”

“I don’t have much. It’s kind of hard to keep wanting the finer things in life.”

“It’s natural to want them, then you just work hard to get them.”

“I guess,” Damian said.

“Have you talked to Maverick lately?” Thor questioned.

“No. Is everything okay?”

“Everything is fine. They’re on track to finish in about three weeks.”

‘So soon? Wow. I’m surprised. Has Maverick been helping much?” Damian asked, then chuckled.

“I’ve been in touch with Chuck nearly every day. He loves Maverick and his work ethic. He said if it weren’t for you all moving to a new Pack, he’d hire him.”

“Maybe we all can work something out so Maverick can work with him on some jobs,” Damian said.

“I think that would be a great idea, for all of us. What do you think about us taking a trip to your new land and see how things are shaping up?”

“That sounds good to me. When are you thinking?”

“Let’s go tomorrow morning. We can have breakfast together around seven o’clock, then make the trip. If that time’s okay with you.”

“That’s fine.”

“Good.” Thor rubbed his hands together. “I want Jude and Jordan to come, too. Do you have any objection?”

“I only object to Jude talking shit about me. I haven’t done anything to him, personally.”

“I know, son, we’ve talked about that, trust me. And Jordan has been emphatic that he’s leaving and plans to bring his mate along, if he can get her to agree. Just, please, try to understand where Jude is coming from. They’ve been through a lot with Roxanne, and are a bit overprotective with their only son.”

“That’s fine. And I’ve heard some of the stories from Jordan so I know. I just don’t want him to think I’m some type of maniac and can’t be trusted. Geez, Jordan is one of my best friends. Do you know how hard that was, knowing he was shot and I couldn’t even check up on him because my mate needed me? I never felt more torn.”

“Parents aren’t perfect, Damiano. You’ll need to remember that.”

“Yeah,” he scoffed.

The two continued to have a nice chat as Thor reflected on fond memories from Damian’s childhood. Then he brought up some of the really awful arguments they’d had and described what Damian had done to provoke them.

“Why are you bringing up all of this negativity?” Damian asked.

“Because one day you will be where I was. You’ll have your own little ones. And there’ll be days that it seems no matter what you do, you can’t make them happy. You won’t be able to say the right thing, do the right thing, or make them listen to reason. And when that day comes, Damiano, and mark my words, it will, don’t get mad. I want you to sit down somewhere and smile as you remember this conversation we’re having right now.” Thor smiled at Damian. “It will be karma.”

“Was I really that bad, Father?”

“On some days, worse.”

Damian stood with a frown on his face and shifted his gaze from his father to looking behind him, then to the ground. He knew he’d pushed his father on several occasions, but in his mind he didn’t really think it was that bad. He just wanted to be an adult, and to be treated like one. He lifted his eyes until they met his father’s. “I’m sorry. I guess I...”

Thor stood and walked around to stand near his son, then placed his hand on Damian’s shoulder. “Damiano, let it go. I have. They are memories and experiences that we’ve shared, the good and not so good, and they’ve all led to this point in our lives. The biggest wish I always had was that you’d learn, and stay out of serious trouble. You’ve done both.” He pulled Damian into a hug.

Damian pulled back and looked eye to eye with his father. “Thank you, Father,” he said.

“For what?”

“For putting up with me. For guiding me. And for never giving up on me. But mostly for being the strong Alpha role model I needed so I could be where I am today,” Damian said, as his voice cracked.

“Each day you mature a little more, and make me even more proud of you. You’re becoming the Alpha I knew you were destined to be. And I think Angel has done wonders for you.”

“She has,” Damian said. “I feel more alive and more settled, since she came into my life.”

“Well, then, let’s not keep our beautiful mate’s waiting any longer. Let’s go eat, son.”

About an hour after finishing their meal, Damian and Angel were back at their cottage. They didn’t have long before Jordan was expected to return.

“Why not text him and ask him to come back an hour later,” Angel suggested.

A few quick keystrokes and Damian set the phone on top of his dresser.

He stalked over to where Angel was standing and reached for the zipper that he’d stared at throughout breakfast. He clasped the beaded zipper pull in his fingers and gave it a slight tug down, slowly exposing her beautiful creamy skin. His eyes met hers. They stared at each other while he continued to tug down, exposing her breasts. She didn’t have a bra on. Fortunately, the dress had a built-in bra-like front.

He continued to tug down until his hand would go no farther without him bending over. Instead of that, he dropped to his knees before his mate and placed several kisses on her tight stomach. He continued to unzip the dress, and was surprised to see she had no panties on, either. His breath hitched at the sight of her, and he took in her aroused scent.

He gave the zipper a final yank and watched her dress flop open. He leaned in and inhaled deeply.

“Spread your legs for me, beautiful,” he said.

Angel did as she was told. Damian helped her spread them a little wider so she was totally exposed for him. He slid a finger between her slick lips, then sucked her juices off. He situated his mouth so he was beneath her heat and lapped at her core. She was his taste of heaven. He slid a finger inside her channel and continued to rub his flattened tongue from his finger up to her swollen bud. He made tiny circles and flicked back and forth as she moaned and whimpered. Knowing he had her on the precipice, he inserted another finger and kept the pressure on her clit until she screamed his name and found her release.

Damian stood up straight, then slid his hands beneath the fabric of her dress still over her shoulders and pushed it off. It crumpled to the floor. His mouth landed on hers and he kissed her with urgency. He tugged at his pants, unfastening the button and zipper, then pushed them down over his hips. His cock stood at attention. Angel’s hand wrapped around his shaft.

She lowered herself onto the floor and licked all around the head of his cock, tasting the drops of pre-cum that had beaded up. She took him into her mouth and sucked him like he liked.

As good as her mouth felt on him, Damian wanted to be inside her. He leaned down and helped her stand, then walked her toward the bed.

When they reached the side, Damian climbed up and sat with his back resting against the headboard. He moved the pillows so they’d be under Angel’s knees, lifting her slightly and hopefully taking some of the pressure off of her legs.

“Come here,” he said. “I want you to straddle me.”

“I don’t want to be in charge, Damian,” Angel said.

“Trust me, baby, you won’t be. But I love having you ride my cock, and for me to be able to kiss you and your beautiful tits.”

Angel climbed up and, with his assistance, his cock was placed at her entrance and she was gently coaxed down.

“Damn, you feel so fucking good,” Damian groaned. He held her tight to him by her hips and rotated his own, grinding into her.

Angel propped herself up, so her feet were flat on the mattress, lifting then lowering herself onto him. Damian rubbed his thumb over her clit and pumped into her as she moved on him.

“Oh,” she moaned. “Damian, damn.” Her movements quickened, and Damian added more pressure to her overly-sensitive nub. Within minutes, she screamed out with another orgasm, then sat down on Damian and rested her head against his chest. He stroked her hair and held her tight for a few minutes while listening to her breathing slowly calm.

“We’re not done. Now I want you on your hands and knees.”

Angel scrambled off of him and settled into position with her head facing the dresser.

Damian moved behind her and rubbed his hands over her rounded globes. “Absolutely perfect,” he said. He stroked his cock and lined up at her entrance before pressing forward, easing into her.

“If this bothers you at all, just tell me. Okay?” Damian asked.

“Okay.”

His hips moved back and forth, slowly at first to make sure she was fully acclimated to feeling him inside her from this angle. When he heard her moans and mewls grow louder, he moved faster. He wasn’t sure how much longer he’d be able to hold out. Her pussy had a grip on his cock that felt like nothing he’d ever experienced before.

He held her tight at her hips and pumped faster. He knew he was close, but he wanted her to explode one more time before he came. He reached around to her clit and rubbed it quickly from side to side. Her moans grew louder, and her walls tightened even more on him.

Angel dropped from being on her hands to holding herself up on her elbows. Her hair hung forward, covering her beautiful face. She was rocking her hips back and forth on his cock, forcing Damian quicker to his release. His fingers continued to strum her.

“Mmm! Mmm!” Her hips rocked harder and faster.

“Mmm! Damn! Oh, Damian! Mmm! Shit!” Angel screamed.

Her walls were squeezing his shaft and head like they were in a vise grip. He pumped faster and harder until he shattered, and groaned his release.

Instead of collapsing on the bed, Damian pulled Angel upright and held her in his arms. He kissed her neck and back. His cock was already trying to get hard again.

“Damn. I love you, beautiful,” he whispered.

“I love you, too.” She leaned her head back against his shoulder.

Damian knew they didn’t have time for an encore performance with Jordan expected to arrive soon.

The two made their way into the bathroom, showered, and got dressed so they were presentable when their roommate arrived.

Within minutes, Jordan walked through the door. “Do you guys have time to talk?”

“Of course. We want to hear all about last night. Is she your mate?” Angel asked.

“Not really, no.” Jordan shook his head as he sat on the couch. “Did you know humans get engaged, then married? Well, evidently, we got unofficially engaged last night during dinner. And now, we, which really means she, will be planning a freaking wedding. The only good thing is she said it will be in a couple of months.”

“Did you at least claim her?” Damian asked.

“Oh, no,” Jordan said as he raised his hands in the air near his ears. “She’s saving herself for our wedding day. She said when she has a full commitment from me, then I can basically do whatever is required to become mated.”

“I don’t envy you,” Damian said. Angel smacked him on his thigh.

“How did it go with her parents? Did they like you?” Angel asked.

“The parents were great. Her step-father kept calling me son. And that’s really what I wanted to talk to you guys about. I got to thinking last night, about my own dad. I know he was being a hard-ass about me moving to the new pack, but he was just looking out for me.” Jordan looked at Damian, who was staring at him, waiting for his next words. “I’m going back home. I know I won’t be there for much longer because we’ll be in our own place soon, but I need to make sure there aren’t any hard feelings between old Jude and me. He’s my father, and I love him.”

“I think that’s a wise move, honestly. We definitely don’t want there to be any family rifts. And he is your father. Hell, if I can get along with my old man, Jude should be a piece of cake,” Damian said. He and Jordan laughed.

“I’ll get my stuff and be out of your hair today. Thanks again for putting up with me,” Jordan said.

“You’re welcome. And we weren’t putting up with you. It was nice having you here with us,” Angel said.

“Speak for yourself, Angel. It was god-awful having him here,” Damian said, then laughed. “I’m just kidding you, Jordy. You know that. We’re like brothers and always will be.”

 

Chuck had made sure Maverick had his own set of tools, and that he had a thorough understanding of how to do nearly everything except electrical and plumbing. Those were specialty fields, and he suggested Maverick get the specialized training, so he could do that as well, eventually.

They were getting close to being done with all of the building and renovating after several weeks of very long days and an unbelievable amount of work. The little village looked completely different than when the trio first arrived.

The typical day began around seven in the morning and ended well into the evening. The guys would all eat dinner together, then disperse to their lodgings to get ready to start again the next day. Since there were six of them, they had three guys in each of the two habitable houses for the majority of the time.

When he was alone, Maverick spent most of his evenings thinking about one person -- Jordan’s older sister, Roxanne. He’d had a secret crush on her since he was a pup. She was three years older, and had loved tormenting the two of them and Damian when they were younger. There were so many funny things that had happened in their childhood, it brought a smile to his face.

Roxanne had always been a wild child, and got into frequent squabbles with her parents. She ran away a handful of times, too. The last time Jordan mentioned her, she had moved back home. Evidently, the relationship she’d been in didn’t work out after seven months of living together and she left.

A shiver ran up his spine when Chuck told him everyone was coming out to see what they’d done so far. Everyone, and Roxanne.

He did have a tingling feeling deep in his gut when he heard the news earlier, but he dismissed it to just a case of nerves. Nervousness that what he’d done to help his Pack would be loved as much as they all loved pouring their hearts into this project.

It’s not because of Roxy, he kept telling himself. Roxy was the nickname he had for Roxanne, but he never uttered it to anyone.

Maverick knew he didn’t have the crazy hunger problem that Damian and Jordan had. He didn’t feel like he was going crazy or starving, or whatever the other symptoms were.

After Maverick brushed his teeth, stripped, then crawled under the blanket on his bed, he turned on the TV and set the timer, then folded his arms behind his head and daydreamed about the next day when everyone would arrive. They all planned to stop working and meet them about a quarter mile from the village so they could see the surprised looks on their faces. He was trying desperately to not think of her, but no matter how hard he tried to focus on something else, his thoughts always went back to her.

 

Maverick closed his eyes and saw his Alpha, Damian, and Alpha Thor, both with their mates, then he saw Jude and his wife, followed by Jordan. They all said hi, then walked past him. Then he saw her. Roxy. And she was walking toward him. She had a big smile on her face that was as bright as a ray of sunshine. She wore a mini-skirt that showed off her long, shapely legs. The legs she earned as a dancer. The same legs that Maverick had seen when Roxy wore her shortest of shorts, and he’d stared at so many times when he’d spent the night. He felt a pitter-patter in his chest and he swallowed hard. Without hesitation, Roxy closed the distance between them, reached a hand on each side of his face, then pulled his mouth down to hers.

I’ve been wanting to do that for a long time, Mavvy, she said. He’d hated that nickname.

Maverick returned the favor. He pulled her thin frame against his muscular one, then lowered his mouth onto hers again. When his tongue licked across her lips, she opened readily for him. Their tongues lashed feverishly. Maverick felt his cock harden to the point of being painful and throbbing. He need to feel her. He needed to be inside her.

Roxy grabbed his crotch and Maverick gasped.

I’m all grown up now, Roxanne. I’m not a little boy anymore, he growled.

I feel that. So what do you want to do, Mavvy? she asked, and tilted her head slightly. The smirk on her face meant she already knew what his intentions were.

He slid his hands under her skirt and rubbed across her firm, bare ass cheeks. His cock was aching to feel her. He’d always wondered why she’d dated so many guys, and had even heard rumors that she was promiscuous, but that didn’t change the desire he had to touch her, to impale her on his straining length.

Let’s go find somewhere we can be alone, Maverick said.

Look around, stud, we are alone, Roxy said with a smile on her face.

She lowered herself to the ground, her bare knees being dug into by the pebbles in the dirt. She reached up and unfastened his pants, then pulled them down, freeing his jutting cock.

Very impressive, Mavvy. You were right, you aren’t a little boy anymore. She sucked his cock deep into her throat. Maverick released a guttural moan. Roxy bobbed her head back and forth, licking and sucking.

 

As Maverick continued to think about Roxanne sucking his cock, he stroked his length from base to tip over and over. His eyes stayed closed and he could see Roxy look up at him through her lashes, never stopping her motion. He was so close. She was driving him mad. Her mouth was heavenly.

With another few strokes, Maverick let out a low moan and felt the ribbons of his hot seed spurt out.

Fuck, I need to have her, he thought as he cleaned up his mess.