The Omega and her Triplet Mates (and her second chance mate) book 2

Chapter 23: Scars

I noticed, just as the heat had been growing more frequent, and since Nick had helped, it had gone quiet again, there were no more incidents on the way home.

When we got in, Jax cleaned and stitched Nicks wound, Nick was being a typical male and not wanting to shift to heal, saying it wasn’t that bad.

He went to the spare room he was using after. Sheila, though she didn’t have to help around the kitchen anymore, had made Nick some dinner.

“I made him lots of chicken, a steak and scrambled egg, I don’t know what he likes but if he isn’t going to shift he should at least give his body some fuel and a decent amount of protein.”

“Thank you,” I smiled and went to take it up to him. I knocked on his door, but there was no answer, so I went in and saw the room empty.

I thought he had finally decided to do a runner, I went and checked the adjoining bathroom to check and put a hand to my mouth at the sight before me.

He was completely naked and in the shower, from here and without the clothes in the way, I noticed he was bigger than my mates in the muscle department and they were big. Nick had thick, powerful rippling muscles and an eight pack, no joke.

I noticed he wore a dog tag around his neck too, and lowering my gaze I saw he was almost but not quite as big as Joel between his legs, he was bigger than my mates’ and right now, he was thick and hard. The shower was raining down his back while he leaned a hand against the wall with his head down, using his other hand to work himself fast and frantically.

I blushed at the sight of him pleasuring himself, he was close, his breathing got faster, and I watched him spurt come everywhere, letting me know he came just as much as his brother did, a lot. He groaned, “Ruby,” over and over again as he came.

When he was done, I quickly stopped being a creepy perv and backed the hell out of there. I wondered who Ruby was and ignored the stupid pang of jealousy.

I was sitting on the bed when he came in with only the towel wrapped around his waist. I thought he would have gotten dressed first, but then again I suppose he wasn’t expecting anyone to be in his room when he came out.

“What are you doing in here?” He asked.

“Uh,” flustered I stood up and put the tray on his bed. “Sheila, a pack member, she made you some dinner, we figured you need the protein and the energy if you won’t shift.”

“Thanks.” He mumbled and grabbed the clean boxers we had given him.

I noticed, although his body was muscular and Powerful and very nice, it was similar to my back. He had long scars, some crisscrossed, and two big thick jagged nasty looking ones across his body.

One of the nasty thick ones ran diagonally across his stomach and down, stopping just before his pelvis. The other thick jagged one started at his lower back and came around at an angle past his waist and down in to the towel, so I couldn’t see where it stopped.

The other scars looked like both knife wounds and claw marks. I wanted to ask him about them, but wasn’t sure he’d tell me. “How did you get those scars?” Ok, I was too curious not to ask.

“None of your business, get out.”

“I have scars too, you don’t need to feel uncomfortable about it.”

“I don’t feel uncomfortable, I don’t care, and I don’t want to talk to you and I highly doubt you have any real scars, what did you do? Break a nail?”

“D.ick!” I snapped and pulled my top up and turned to show him. “A little more than just breaking a nail.”

It was quiet for a long time and I turned to put my top back down, but he came over and stopped me.

He ran his fingers along the scars and asked, “how did you get them?”

“My parents.” I tried to turn and hide them, growing embarrassed now I was calm again.

He held my shoulder, stopping me from moving and said, “you wanted to show me, don’t hide now.”

“It’s gross to look at.”

“I’m gross to look at, am I?” He asked.

I spun to face him. “No! Your body is hot, it looks good, and the scars look hot on you too, I just meant us females are meant to be all pretty and perfect, right?”

When I saw his raised eyebrow, I blushed so hard, my cheeks felt like they were on fire, nope actually, my whole face felt on fire as I realized I had just blurted out how hot his body was.

“Sorry, I wasn’t trying to be a pervert about your body, I was just trying to say it’s nice and, uh, yeah and…” I trailed off, I was making it worse for myself, and I saw the amusement in his eyes at my flustered behavior.

“Ok, well, I’m going to go now.” I went to run out, but he grabbed my wrist. “You’re wrong, females do not need to be perfect, you should embrace your scars, they are a part of you and the battles you’ve survived. Embrace them.”

“Aren’t you going to say you’re sorry for what I went through?” I joked, feeling awkward and not used to Nick being so nice.

“Why? Saying sorry changes nothing, it happened, and you should embrace that fact, stop hiding your scars and own it.”

He let me go and turned back towards the bed to the food. Clearly done talking.

I left him and thought about what he said, he was right, I had spent a lifetime hiding my scars, wearing tops and even dresses that covered them, and using my hair to hide the parts that couldn’t be covered.

I still lived like I was ashamed, maybe he was right, and I shouldn’t, after all, it wasn’t my fault.

“Hey babe.” I looked up to see Fenris about to go downstairs. I went over and hugged him tight. “I missed you,” I smiled in to his chest.

“I missed you too, baby.” He kissed the top of my head and said, “do you want to come down and help do the kids’ dinner, maybe Jax or Rom can watch them while you sit with me In the office for a bit after?” I nodded eagerly and he laughed.

Romulus was already in the kitchen with Jax and the kids, and after I’d hugged and kissed the kids’ I went over and hugged and kissed Romulus too. “Hey, love.”

“Hey,” I smiled up at him dreamily, my mates’ were so pretty.

We made the kids dinner, sausages, chips, beans, and veg. We ate with them and Anita had chips and dinosaurs instead of sausage. When we were done, Romulus and Jax played with the kids while I went into the office with Fenris.

I sat on his lap and curled up like I sometimes did while he worked. Half an hour in to him typing, I wriggled to get more comfortable and he murmured, “all that wriggling is making me hard.”

“Sorry,” I grinned.

“Mm, you don’t sound very sorry.”

“Sorry alpha?” I tried, still smiling.

“Nope, not convincing me, I think you need to pull those panties down and lift that dress up for me.”

His words made me hot with desire and I quickly stood up to take my panties off while he pulled down the waistband of his sweatpants, freeing his thick hard c***k that was leaking pre-c*m.

“Come and sit on it,” he said, holding it in his hand.

I went over and straddling his lap I sat down slowly on to it letting him fill me up. I moved slow until the burn of pain from his size and no foreplay passed and became only pleasure. I moved faster and holding my hips he moaned, “that’s it baby, f***k me.”

I rode him harder, and his hands moved down to my a.ss cheeks, holding them firmly and moving me up and down on him, making me f***k him harder. “f***k, that’s it baby, that feels so good.”

I could feel myself getting close and he noticed too. “You’re so wet on my c***k, you ready to come?”

I nodded panting, and he f.ucked me more desperately, picking me up and slamming me on the edge of his desk to f***k me on it.

“Come on baby, come for me, I’m gonna come, f***k I’m gonna come!” He groaned, and I felt him release inside of me, I came to the feel of it.

I gripped Fenris tightly, my arms around his neck, rubbing myself against him. “Ugh, Fenris!” I moaned, over and over. He let me use his body, rocking against him until the last waves of pleasure left me. We were both sweaty and breathless by the time we were done.

He pressed his forehead to mine softly. “That was good, he smiled.” I nodded in agreement and we cuddled for a while before he needed to do more work, and I had to go to bed as it was getting late. I was really not a morning person.