Oh, that’s right. Because I only planned to lie down long enough for her to fall asleep, not treat her sleeping body like a caveman’s favorite fur blanket.
“Good morning,” I manage to rasp out as she blinks up at me. “How did you sleep?”
She hums in response, a slight smirk on her face as shereaches out and tucks an errant strand of hair behind my ear. “It’s not fair. Even your bedhead is pretty.”
“Look who’s talking,” I murmur, giving into the urge to stroke the riot of curls tumbling across our pillow. “It’s like silk.” She pulls a face, but makes a happy sound in the back of her throat as I draw our clasped hands up to my mouth. “Almost as soft as your lips.”
“I think you need to do a little more research before you can make that comparison,” she says, and while my brain is still playing catchup, my body doesn’t miss the invitation.
“I do pride myself on being thorough,” I purr, sliding my hand into those silken curls and guiding her lips towards mine. She parts them on a sigh, and I marvel at the gentle pressure of her mouth. I’m used to the way my guys kiss, their lips hard and forceful even when they’re trying to be tender. But Lily’s mouth is a revelation, as soft and sweet as her rose petal scent, and I find myself sinking into the intimacy of a lighter touch. I’m still ready to burst out of my jeans, but I’m pretty sure I could ride this edge all day if it meant hearing more of those soft sighs fall from her lips.
But mutual need is a hard thing to ignore, and when Lily rocks against me, her perfume grows more potent, taking on the delicious sweetness of slick. “Your scent is driving me crazy,” I murmur as I break off from another all-consuming kiss. “Are you wet for me, Omega?”
She gives a tentative nod, but color floods her cheeks, like this isn’t something she’s used to discussing. The omegas I meet in my line of work are all well-aware of their effect on others and rarely hesitate to use it to their advantage. But Lily casts me a shy look from under her lashes, and I realize I might have to rein in my arousal. “Do you want me to stop, sweetheart? We don’t have to do anything more than cuddle.”
“No.” She scowls at the suggestion, a determined glint in her eyes as she swings a leg over my hips and straddles me. It sends her glorious curls tumbling down around us in a silky curtain. I thread my fingers through the strands, and I can’t hold in a groan as she settles her weight on my thighs, only an inch from my straining cock. “I want you to touch me, Tristan.”
Pleasure and satisfaction flood my system, my pheromones rivaling an alpha’s as I gaze up into her hooded eyes.
Don’t you dare come, trigger dick.
I manage not to growl the command out loud, but my cock still gives a needy throb as she rocks over my lap. Her scent only grows more enticing as I slide my hand down her ribs, over the sweet curve of her hip, to finally settle against her warm core. “Beautiful Lily,” I breathe, leaning up to steal another kiss from her parted lips. “Can I make you come on my fingers?”
She moans, her eyes hooded as she presses against my hand. “Please, Tristan.”
Has anyone ever asked me for something so sweetly?
I file it away to marvel over later and skim my fingers over the crotch of her panties. They’re damp with slick, and I bite back a groan as she pushes against me, silently asking for more. I’m only too happy to oblige, peeling down the silky fabric so I can brush my fingers across her wet lips. Her mouth falls open at that first contact, and I grunt at the clench of her body as I slowly slip a finger inside.
I don’t think I’ve ever felt anything so addictive, unless it’s the stretch of an alpha knot inside my hole. But as a beta, I have to rely on a lot of lube to ease the way, while Lily’s body is naturally wet and inviting. When she clutches my forearm, urging me on, I’m so greedy for her pleasure, I can’t resist sliding two extra fingers into her heat.
A whimper falls from her lips at the intrusion, but her hips start to rock more frantically as I circle her nub with my thumb. “You’re so hot and tight, Lily. Does it feel good, sweetheart?”
“So good!” she cries, her body shuddering as she clenches down on me. I’m just about to bring her right to the edge when the door eases open and her mate steps into the bedroom.
I gulp, but Logan just kicks the door shut behind him and plants a loaded breakfast tray on the nightstand. “Delivery from Mr. James,” he says, but based on the predatory gleam in his eyes, food seems to be the last thing on his mind as his gaze locks on us. “Good to see we’re all tending to our girl’s needs. Have you come yet, LeeLee?”
Lily went still as he entered the room, but now she gives a needy little grind on my hand. “I’m so close… Can you feel it through the bond?”
It’s not something that occurred to me until now, and Logan smirks as he catches my wide-eyed gaze. “Nearly poured a pot of coffee on myself, so yeah, I’d say I’m wired into what’s going on.”
Wired in and approving? Or wired in and he’s come to kick my ass?
It’s hard to tell since the guy is carved out of granite, but when he presses a knee on the edge of the bed, he strokes a hand down Lily’s shuddering spine. “You look perfect like this, mate. Not gonna get this picture out of my head in a hurry.”
I clear my throat, very conscious of the alpha pheromones wafting my way. “Do you want me to…?”
He cocks a brow at me, and I’m not sure what I’m asking him. It’s obvious he’s turned on, but maybe this is my cue to step aside and let the mates find their pleasure alone. I’m pretty sure Logan’s not interested in me sexually, but his attention is overwhelming as he studies where my fingers are buried in Lily’s fluttering heat.
“You’re doing a great job, Berkeley,” he rasps, settling more comfortably beside us. “I’m just here to kiss my mate and admire your handiwork.”
He smirks at the double meaning, but his pupils blow wide when Lily tilts her head, offering him access to his mating bite. He keeps his hands on his knees, but he drags his nose along the line of her shoulder to nuzzle the sensitive skin behind her ear. A possessive hum vibrates in his chest, and when he wraps his lips around his bite mark and sucks, her body pulls as tight as a bow. I’m pretty sure she can feel it in the depths of her soul, and as a heady cry falls from her lips, her channel spasms around my fingers. They’re still buried deep inside her as she grabs my nape and pulls me up into a messy kiss. I’m so close to Logan I can feel the heat of his skin, but all of our focus is on Lily. She gasps into my mouth and then her climax crashes over her in a wave that sends ripples down my spine. It’s enough to set off my own release, and I groan as she slumps on top of me, Logan’s chest rumbling with approval. “I think that deserves some breakfast,” he smirks, reaching for a strawberry and brushing it over his mate’s swollen lips.
I’m still circling somewhere in the stratosphere when she asks, “But what about Tristan?”
“I’m good,” I tell her with a sheepish grin. “I kind of took care of it myself.”
“You did?”
