Plum leans against me, her sweet scent calming the rising emotions. Sliding my arm around my omega, I lean down to kiss the top of her head. Her silver eyes meet mine, and I know I’m looking at my reason.
This is exactly where I want to be, as long as I live.
Chapter Twenty
These men are trying to fucking ruin me. This is a coordinated effort to undo me, I’m sure of it.
“I’m going to be honest, I don’t want to watch a movie right now,” I grumble, turning to face the alpha beside me.
Nick keeps his eyes glued to the TV, but I know he feels my stare.
“Is this edging, or something?” I huff, sitting back against the headboard and attempting to watch the movie. We’re in Nick’s room, all four of us sitting on the bed, with Nick to my right and Benson to my left. Kai is sitting beside Benson on the alpha's other side.
“What’s he waiting for again?” Kai whispers to Benson, but not well, because we all hear him.
What indeed, Kai. What indeed…
Nick started this slow torture the moment I stepped out of that supply closet. Gentle caresses here, naughty whispers there… Benson caught on and joined in eagerly, while Kai sent me hungry, desire-filled glances every time they got near me.
It feels like it was more than just the five days it’s been since they began this little game. How long can an omega go beforeshe self-combusts from need? How the hell have they resisted my scent?
This is a conspiracy.
Wait… Did Kai say 'again'?As in, he already knows the reason but needs a reminder?
“I’m waiting for the omega to tell me what she wants, rather than what shedoesn’twant,” Nick answers Kai without taking his eyes off the screen, so I grab the remote off Benson’s lap and turn the TV off.
“I want to cover you in my scent...” I mutter, tossing the remote aside.
“And how do you want to do that?” Nick reaches for me, pulling me onto his lap. I’m wearing silky pink pajama shorts with green Christmas trees on them and a matching button-up short-sleeve top. It’s comfortable and cute. My nipples harden as he caresses my cheek, moving my hair behind my ear.
I can feel the hard length of him against my center, and I really want to roll my hips for some friction. I run my fingers against his collarbone and shrug.
“I’m finally in Santa’s lap,” I tease, not fooling anyone with my attempt at deflection.
It feels too vulnerable to ask him for what I want. I was bold in that bar closet, but that’s faded now. Was it the orgasm, or something else, that made me brave enough to tell him I wanted to come on his knot? Or maybe I’ve lost all my bravado after days of teasing that never escalated beyond kissing.
“Damn it. Knew I should have brought my Santa suit with me. Missed opportunity,” Kai says with a dramatic huff, and I glance over at him. He’s smirking, and as I meet his brown gaze, he winks. His playful teasing is comforting in a way I’m not expecting.
Relaxing as I take a deep breath, I place my hands on Nick’s shoulders.
“I want to scream your name as I come on your knot.” My words are barely more than a whisper, and my tone is too vulnerable for my liking, but I said the words. “Tonight,” I add, just in case that part wasn’t clear.
“Is that all?” Nick growls, low and deep, and I shiver as I look to my right. Pulling my lip between my teeth, I adjust my position in Nick’s lap, making the older alpha grunt. Gasping because the friction against my clit feels so good, I turn to meet Benson’s eyes.
“Do you want us to leave?” he asks, and I can tell by the way he’s looking at me right now that he’s hoping I’ll say no.
“Or just him?” Kai offers, making me smile.
“I want you both to watch,” I admit, and my cheeks heat. “I said the next time I come, I wanted it to be on your cock.” I look up into Nick’s eyes, shivering at the desire I find. “I meant it.”
“I thought you’d never ask,” Nick taunts, and I glare at him. “Grind on my cock, Omega, get your pussy wet for me.”
Damn. Maybe I should tell him that his words alone have done the job. Instead, I roll my hips just a little, testing what feels best, as he pops the buttons of my pajama shirt open one at a time.
“Oh,” I murmur, his hard cock feeling so good against my clit. I can feel how slick I’m getting as it dampens my shorts as well as Nick’s pajama pants. He pulls my shirt open, exposing my breasts to the cool air.
“Fucking beautiful,” Nick purrs, caressing one and then the other, dragging his thumb over my nipples until I’m breathless.
