My body spasmed with pleasure as Ty continued his ministrations. Even when I stopped shaking, he still licked and sucked, bringing me to another orgasm.
When I came down from my second orgasm, I had to tap his shoulder in surrender because Ty had made no effort to move from between my legs. “I can’t anymore.”
Ty chuckled. “You can but not right now. When your full heat comes, you won’t be able to stop, and I intend to make you keep coming.” He kissed my labia before pulling away slowly.
He then sat beside me, pulling me into his arms in another amazing embrace. He’d been so vulnerable in front of me, and it touched my heart. Then he proceeded to make my legs literally shake. I felt cherished, safe. I wanted to trust him, exhale, but I was terrified. He was an alpha, and I felt myself giving in to the very thing I feared the most.
CHAPTER13
LANCE
When Ty and Billie returned that Friday evening, I ran up to my room like a frightened kid expecting punishment from a parent. I don’t know why I was being so freaking weird. Yes, I did. Billie scared the hell out of me.
I wasn’t sure I wanted another omega around after we failed the first one. It had been our criminal ways that had gotten her killed. Why the hell did we think we deserved another one? Just because we’d changed our ways and gotten respectable jobs didn’t mean we no longer had enemies. It didn’t mean we were any good to a woman who clearly didn’t want to be an omega. She’d fought so hard to push her turning back that she’d made it to the age of thirty before changing. And here we were greedily grabbing her when she probably deserved a more respectable pack.
Kai was aimless now that he couldn’t hustle, and he had been a mess even then. An incubus demon that came from the pits of hell, where he’d had more than a screwed-up upbringing. He continued to struggle to walk the fine line of good and evil. I knew he didn’t always land on the right side. Daniel put on a good face, but I’d seen the ugly side of him that he tried to hide. The side he used faerie glamour to cover. I knew what he was doing. You didn’t come out of being hated by your family all your life with no scars. And Ty. Hell, Ty was a ticking time bomb. He was the most stable of us all until Joselyn died. Then he had just snapped. Kai somehow brought him back to us, and he eventually got less dangerous, but he was never the same. The stuff he wrote about in those horror books probably was a good example of what was still racing around in that head of his. He was damaged.
So was I. My life wasn’t easy. I’d seen horrible things before I even turned ten. When I’d found the gang, it was the first time in my life I’d felt slightly safe. And that was crazy, considering we were far from safe in anything we did.
Jocelyn eventually accepted us. Flaws and all. But Billie was different. She had grown up comfortable in a better time period, when omegas were gaining rights and protections. She wasn’t used to struggle or darkness. Her father had done a great job at protecting her. If she saw what Daniel truly was, if Kai got too crazy, if Ty snapped, if I went loupe, she would run. How could she ever accept such damaged alphas? We would hurt her. I just knew it.
A knock at my bedroom door disturbed my morbid thoughts. I got off my bed and opened the door, almost jumping back upon seeing Billie standing there.
She gnawed at her lower lip, looking uncertain of her presence there. I hoped she wasn’t going to pick me for this week. I couldn’t do it. I wasn’t ready. I would ruin it for everyone.
“I straightened my hair,” she said, shifting her long dark hair to the side. “I have a bunch of split ends, and I forgot to make an appointment with my stylist. He’s busy for the month. So, Ty said you were good at cutting hair, and he sent me up here and said you would be happy to do it. I just need a dusting. Not a chop.”
I leaned back. Ty had lost his mind sending her to me. Yes, I could cut hair. I was good at it, but that would require me touching her. The last time I shook her hand, I felt like a man possessed. She did something to me. How could I get close enough to actually cut her hair and not make a mistake?
Sensing my hesitation, she took a step forward, hands on her hips as she looked up at me. She was tiny, but her presence was so strong she might as well have been my height. “Look, dude, my hair is a raggedy mess. I’m not going to bite. This can be quick and painless for the both of us. I just need the favor. I’ll make you a nice dinner or something.”
She scared me, but I wasn’t sure how much of an asshole I wanted to look like by not cutting her hair.
I pointed to my chair at my desk. “Sit.”
“Thanks for saying it so friendly-like,” she muttered as she walked quickly to my desk.
She sat down as I went to my bathroom to grab my scissors and comb. My hands shook as I rummaged through the drawer for my supplies. My stomach flip-flopped, and I punched at my abs to settle it. She made me so fucking nervous. I looked at myself in the bathroom, running a hand through my hair. “Stay cool, Lance.”
She had qualities I admired. The way she handled Kai at dinner a week ago…she was fearless and powerful. And I already knew from our observations how giving she was. Ty and Kai confirmed it when they mentioned how she hosted them at her apartment. Cooking for them and making sure they were comfortable. This was the case even though she was still angry with us for spying. There were too many things to like about her, but it didn’t mean we should have her. We’d had our shot and blown it.
When I walked back into my room, she was sitting with her arms crossed, face tight, like she didn’t want to be there. She probably didn’t. “Now just a little trim,” she reminded me.
I murmured in understanding and ran my hand over her thick locks. Her scent touched me like a gentle caress. I ran my fingers down her hair until I met her back, gliding over her bra strap. Her hair was full and soft, and my inner wolf needed to bury my face in it. Rub her scent all over me. Mark her with mine.
She shivered under my touch but didn’t move away. I wish I could have seen her face, but there was no mirror. Was she cold, or had my touch done something to her? I pulled back, pausing with the comb in my hand and closing my eyes to steady myself.
She sniffed the air. “You smell good. What cologne is that?”
I stiffened, she was leaning toward me, and I could already feel her warmth radiating off of her, distracting me. “Stay still,” I replied, combing through a section of her hair before snipping.
“I didn’t move.”
Oh, she certainly had, and it took everything I had to restrain myself. “I’m not wearing cologne.”
She straightened up. “I don’t always like the scent of every alpha I’m around. But I like your pack’s scents. It doesn’t mean you’re right for me, I just like the smell.”
I smiled slightly to myself as I continued to cut. I liked that she enjoyed my scent. It made me feel more at ease for some reason. Not enough to totally relax me, but it affected me.
