“No. No. No!” she shouted. Eva gripped the front of my shirt and yanked. I didn’t fight her hold. I got to my feet, bent over so she could keep hold of my shirt. She shoved me and I stumbled back, blissful that she’d touched me. I couldn’t stop my smile, but it seemed to piss her off.
“If you leave that room, Eva De La Cruz, you won’t like the consequences,” Dorian bit out. Eva slammed the door shut, and the doorknob clicked from her locking it.
“Why did you shout at her?” I growled, getting in Dorian’s face. He curled his lip at me.
“Get out of my fucking face, Cade, I’m on fucking edge.”
A hand fell on my shoulder. “Go for a run,” Rafe ordered.
“Fuck off,” I spat and yanked away, returning to the door to plop on my ass next to the door. “I’ll be right here, Eva!” I shouted against the door. Seeing her fueled me with life. Thedarkness creeping over my thoughts had receded after seeing her.
I glared at my pack-brothers. This was the most we’ve fought since . . . ever.
Chapter 31
Icouldn’t stop tossing in bed. Sleep refused to come, and their scent lingering in my nose made everything worse.
The whisper of their touch teased my memory. I squeezed my thighs together. I hated how easily I could be turned on. It was ridiculous how much I needed them.
A cross all Omegas had to bear. I kicked at the sheets covering my legs until they were off me and smacked the mattress.
I pressed my palm between my legs, and my hips instinctively lifted toward the pressure. A groan slipped free. An Alpha would make it even better—myAlphas would.
A giant, inky shadow loomed overhead.
I screamed, and a palm slapped over my face. It didn’t restrict my nose, so I was able to breathe in. Coffee filled my nostrils, and my muscles went limp. I hummed behind the barrier of his hand.
Rafe’s chuckle was easy to pinpoint. I reached for his wrist, yanking with desperation to get him away that I didn’t see him reach down with his free hand. Pressure against my sex made me freeze.
He pressed his wide palm against my heat. I groaned with a hard exhale. I couldn’t see more than his shadow, but it neared.
“Let me please you, little Omega,” he murmured. His coffee scent filled my nose and blazed the lust to a feverish pitch.
He didn’t let me answer, but even if he had, I didn’t think I could. Rafe slid his hand higher and pulled at the sash tying my robe together. With the last tug, it fell open, unraveling as easily as my lust. The chilly air caressed my flesh, and goose bumps rose along my arms. His eyes were fastened on my breasts, then his hand was cupping the side, grazing against the pebbled nipple.
He made me feel like my B-cups were the most enticing breasts he’d ever seen.
“I shouldn’t . . .” My words turned into a groan with the rub of the pad of his thumb against my nipple. His hand slid down my rib cage, over the slight swell of my belly, then he rubbed his fingertips against the small strip of hair. My breathing became ragged, my thoughts turning to mush. He curled his finger and rubbed softly against my clit.
I couldn’t keep my eyes open anymore.
Rafe worked a finger inside my wet sex while his thumb stayed pressing on my clit with the perfect amount of pressure. Lust licked through my senses, and I knew I didn’t want to fight the pleasure he offered.
A wet touch against my breast made my eyes fling open. Rafe captured my nipple with his mouth, and I felt every flick of his tongue. My hips moved without my order, hiking, gyrating, and searching for more of his pleasurable touch.
A sharp sensation grazed my nipple. I gasped, arching my back for more. Rafe grazed his teeth against it again. My channel flexed around his finger.
He tsked and pressed another finger inside me. “My girl needs more,” he whispered, warm breath puffing against my damp breast.
I moaned, and he worked a second finger inside me, giving another rub of my clit. Every inch of my body clenched, and I cried out, my sex clamping onto his fingers with repeated throbs. I floated on ecstasy, riding out the wave on his slow pumping fingers.
“Forgive me?” His voice tilted up at the end, his low tone holding softness. As much as could come from his rough voice. I moaned, still unable to form a coherent word. Static pulses wracked my frame. With him so close, I could see him more clearly than before.
He thrust another finger inside me. “My slick girl,” he murmured. This time, ‘girl’ held none of the rancor it had held whenever they said it in the past. His tongue curled around the word like a vow. “Please forgive me. I’ll do whatever you want of me. I’m yours.”
“No,” I moaned, writhing from the hyper-sensitivity. The relief was right there,at the ledge.
“Please, my little Omega.” His begging caused the second orgasm to slap into me. My hips hiked up, and I cried out. The pump of his fingers didn’t stop—nor did the frantic movements of my hips. “Please,” he whispered. “Please.” He continued insisting, the words rough and desperate. His pleas became a symphony, hitting against my heart like a battering ram.
