“I want to kiss you,” he says as though my damn fantasy has suddenly come to life.
I blink up at him and my tongue darts out to moisten my bottom lip.
Except when I don’t say anything, he takes a small step back and shoves his hands into the pockets of his jeans. “I’m sorry. That was…I’m rushing things. You’re just…you have to know how…”
He doesn’t finish any of his thoughts, but I swear my own about him or more than likely identical. He’s gorgeous. He’s tall and broad through the shoulders and chest without being overly muscular.
Not that I have anything against muscular guys. I just happen toreallylike the way Alex fills out his jeans and button-down.
And I really, really like how potent his pheromones have become since I took a step toward him, closing the space he put between us.
“I want you to kiss me,” I admit.
I gasp when his hand hooks around the back of my neck, he bends, and slants his mouth over mine. At first, he simply holds there, breathing me in as the hand on the back of my neck moves to my hair and grips it tight at my nape and the other cups my jaw to tilt my face up further for him.
Then his tongue teases the seam of my lips and I swear my dick twitches as I soak my boxers with more slick and now precum.
How the hell am I so turned on simply by the way his stubble feels scraping against my jaw? Or maybe it’s the wayhe’s practically devouring me, dominating my mouth with his tongue.
Every instinct screams he’s mine.
Sure, it could be the hormones speaking as my preheat creeps in and tries to take the wheel. But I’ve been around alphas when I was this close to my cycle. I’ve fucked alphas when I was fully lost to the fog.
And not once had every cell in my body been so determined to do everything in my power to ensure these alphas never walk away.
The decision is in your hands.
The choice is mine – whether to carry a child or chase something real with them. Maybe both.
Before I can stop myself, I reach for his belt and struggle to get the strap through.
Until his hands leave my hair and face to stop me.
Well, shit. They’d come right out and asked whether I would be offended by the three of them fucking during my heat. Does that mean the only time we’ll be intimate is during my cycles? Because I sure as hell need more than that.
If that’s the case – and if I agree to this – they need to be open to me dating outside the pack. I won’t bring anyone here; that would be disrespectful. I’ll just make sure my rent is paid and take them there or go to their place.
Even as I make these plans, a deep sense of rejection I’m not sure I’ve ever experienced squeezes my heart, making that earlier chest pain return.
Maybe I need to talk to my doctor, get my heart checked. Because no way am I feeling heartbreak over men I don’t know, men who don’t belong to me, men I literally met an hour ago.
Before I can finish my inner monologue and question my own sanity, Alex startles me by dropping to his knees in front of me.
Holy shit.
The moment his hands land on my belt, I instantly smooth a hand through his hair, mussing it and reveling in how soft and warm it is.
“You can stop me. I won’t be angry,” he says as he gets my belt undone, then starts to work on my button and zipper.
I don’t think I could stop him if someone held a gun to my head.
Dramatic, sure. But holy shit. An alpha is on his knees for me. He’s not barking at me, demanding I present. He hasn’t released his cock and begged for a blow job.
No. He’s intent on pleasing me.
“Please don’t stop,” I whisper in a ragged voice as his big, warm hand reaches into my boxers and pulls my hard cock free.
Precum beads at the tip and rolls over the side. Alex’s eyes drop from my face and watches as it drips to the carpet before leaning forward and teasing the slit with his tongue.
