It reminded her of how she felt when she stalked her prey, when she closed in on someone who had been stupid enough to get on her radar. She felt predatory and powerful and now it mixed with her desire. Her gaze remained locked on Kyle’s cock, on the way his hand moved over it, stroking in slow, long motions from base to tip.
When she got close enough, he slid his fingers into her hair. The tug against her scalp drew a noisy moan from her as she dragged her tongue up the underside of his cock, then took him past her lips.
Kyle controlled the movement, shifting her forward and backward as though she were a toy. He didn’t press in deep and didn’t go fast. Instead, it was leisurely, almost relaxing. Alison used her tongue, wrapping it around the thick head of his cock, tasting the pre-cum that escaped and only whetted her appetite for more.
“You’re such a good girl,” Kyle praised. “You take my cock so well.”
His words washed over her, the praise strange yet welcome. She liked being called good, which was a damn odd thing.
She’d lived her life doing what she wanted rather than what she was supposed to do. She’d fought against the stereotypes, against the expectations laid on her, and accepted that she would never live up to what anyone wanted. If she couldn’t be what she was supposed to be, then she would be the opposite.
It was easier—and safer—to not care what people wanted.
So why was it that when Kyle looked at her with that pride, when he called her good, when he made it clear she wasn’t falling short, it heated up parts of her that had been ignored for her entire life?
Alison gave in to it instead of fighting it. She hollowed her cheeks, tightening her lips around his thick shaft. His groan said he liked the action, and he sped up the rhythm.
“Fuck.” His voice dropped lower, into something almost a growl. “I can’t wait to knot your sweet cunt, sugar. I bet you’re going to feel amazing, all stretched tight around me.”
Yes.Alison couldn’t even pretend to not want that, all her resistance and worries gone.
Kyle pulled her back so his cock rested just beyond her lips. He let out a deep rumble, his fingers clutching her hair tighter just as his hot cum landed on her tongue.
“Hold it,” Kyle snarled, voice rough. His dick jerked as each spurt left him, and after a moment, he withdrew from her mouth.
He tugged her up his body by her hair, then pressed his thumb against her lips. He hooked his finger down when she parted for him and opened her mouth.
His lip curled up even while he panted, breathless. “Look at how well you listen, sugar.” He dipped intohis pooled cum before pulling away. “Go on, swallow me down.”
Alison obeyed as he took her lips in a kiss that stole her breath.
If this was what she’d resisted for so long…
Maybe it wasn’t as bad as she’d thought it would be.
* * * *
Trent smiled at Alison. He had to admit, she looked better. She was flushed, but she seemed as though theirlessonthe day before had worked. Some of those defenses of hers hadn’t come up again yet.
That and her morning with Kyle. In fact, both she and Kyle had seemed all together better.
They sat at the table, finally ready to address the reality of what Alison hadn’t told them before.
Watching how she melted against Daniel, the way she eased when he set his hand on her nape, a mindless touch that soothed them both, made Trent tighten his lips.
He wanted that…
He craved the closeness, the sense of belonging again. Daniel and Kyle had it, had kept their bond after the fallout, and now? Now Alison was settling right into it.
It was petty of him to envy them that, but that didn’t stop him from feeling it. What would happen? Would Trent go back to his life while Alison, Kyle and Daniel went off to live some happily ever after?
“Explain, girl,” Daniel said.
Alison turned to glare, but Daniel only lifted an eyebrow.
She sighed and leaned forward, setting her forearms on the table. “Her name is Anne.”
“How do you know she’ll be at the auction? Not to be unkind, but omegas disappear all the time,” Trent pointed out.
