Clearly, the rest of the pack have never seen anything like it either. Everyone is watching her with a mixture of amazement and arousal as she prepares her fifth flip, her little pink tongue slipping out to moisten her lips as she concentrates.
“You’ve got this, love,” I encourage her, and the rest of the pack joins in. She was so disappointed after the last one. Fifth timehasto be the charm. Right?
The pancake flies through the air and hits the ceiling with a slap. Damn. I really thought that would be it. I’m turning to Harper in commiseration when she gasps. Looking up, the pancake dislodges itself and drops to land perfectly in the center of Harper’s skillet. Ace lets out a cheer and she stares at it, disbelieving.
“I did it!” she whoops, spinning to me with a heart-stopping grin.
I can’t help it, I lean in and catch her mouth with mine, swallowing her gasp in a brief kiss. Devlin pulls her down into a chair and starts fussing over her, muttering about healthy choices and trying to feed her blueberries as she obediently nibbles them from his fingers.
The whole scene makes my heart hurt. This is all I’ve ever wanted for our pack. A home filled with laughter and affection.
My thoughts are interrupted by Ace. “Hey, Gabe,” he whines. “there’s something wrong with my hand.”
“Where?” I jump to attention, grabbing for it just as it comes up and slaps me gently in the face. I blink, the whipped cream slowly sliding down my face and plopping down on the floor. The pack try valiantly to hide their snickers. Ace is howling. Right up until I throw a handful of flour in his face, and the food fight ison.
ChapterTwenty-Six
Rogue
Istay well away from the danger zone as Ace and Gabe launch into a full-on food-fuelled assault. Snagging Harper out of the line of fire, I pull her into me, encircling her in my arms protectively. Devlin pierces me with a glare for stealing Harper away, but I just smirk at him, unrepentant after his behavior last night.
Harper wriggles in protest and I tap her on the nose. “Trust me, love, you don’t want to get into the middle of this.”
Harper turns pleading eyes on me. “But I’ve never been in a food fight before,” she murmurs plaintively.
Fucking hell, she’s pouting. Her plump lower lip pokes out provocatively, and I can’t resist. I swoop in and nip it gently with my teeth, and Harper lets out a startled yelp.
“You… you bit me!”
“I did. You can’t make that look around me and not expect a nip.” No alpha could resist.
She stares up at me in a daze, raising her hand to her mouth. Taking my chance, I lean in and gently suck her abused lip into my mouth. She gasps and I surge in, slanting over her mouth and stealing a kiss. Gods, hertaste. She softens immediately in my arms, pliant and curved into my body. My dick hardens and she inhales sharply at the feel of me pressing against her.
That’s right, baby. Look what you made me do.
I thrust gently against her for a moment, looking for any hint of unease, but Harper surprises me. She wriggles back against me and brushes her hand against my length, shocking me into stillness.
“Sweetness,” I warn with a low growl. “You’re asking for trouble.”
“Maybe I want trouble,” she whispers. Her hand drops again and this time, she wraps her hand around the outline of my length and squeezes lightly. My vision short-circuits, and for a moment all I can think of is throwing her over my shoulder and heading to the nearest bed. Actually, the kitchen counter’s closer.
I’m seriously considering it when something wet slaps me in the face. Harper’s mouth drops open as something sticky and gooey oozes down my cheek, landing with a splat on my shirt.
I glare up at Gabe and Ace, both trying desperately to hide their laughter as they point to each other. Harper starts shaking underneath me. Even Devlin sniggers from the corner.
“You have a little something by here,” Harper points delicately, her voice quivering. She touches her finger to my face and sucks the tip of it into her mouth.
Lifting my hand, I scrape it through the thick fluid clinging to my stubble and stare at my fingers.
Honey. My mouth pulls up into a smirk, and my arms tighten on Harper as I lift my hand threateningly. She starts fighting to get away, bursts of laughter falling out of her mouth, and I quickly rub my thumb down her jawline before leaning in and giving it a long, slow lick. My tongue rasps as I follow the line and Harper moans, her cinnamon scent entwining with the scent of her arousal and the sweet honey in my mouth. It makes my head spin. Playing with Harper is more fun than I’ve had for years.
That’s it. Our omega shrieks as I lift her effortlessly. She lands over my shoulder, her ass in the perfect position next to me. I give it a gentle smack, testing the waters. The way her legs clench against me and her scent deepens suggests that Harper is definitely not against a spanking, and I grin. I catch Devlin’s eye as he stares at us jealously, and slowly raise my middle finger to him as I stomp out of the room in search of a soft surface.
Gabe and Ace fall into hysterics and Harper whines on my shoulder. Her fingers clench against my ass and I smack hers again, a little harder this time, enjoying the mewl she lets out.
“Who’s been a naughty omega?” I growl. She tenses, and I run my hand soothingly up the back of her legs, gentling her anxiety and running my hand across her cheeks.
Play with me, baby.
