He rocked back, and I was left panting and staring up into black eyes. There was no chance to catch my breath as he reached out in a slow, deliberate movement and grasped the edge of my thong. When he jerked his hand, my panties tore right off me, and I gawped as he tucked the destroyed lace into his pocket.
His hand slid between us again, his roughened fingers stroking gently over my clit, and I gripped his shoulders to keep myself steady.
“You want to be punished, baby girl?” he whispered in a dangerous tone that was a warning I was about to ignore. I was too far gone to care about theconsequences of my actions.
I needed whatever he was offering.
He lifted his hand and lightly slapped my pussy, and I jerked with a moan, surprised at how fucking good that felt. This time I was sure of his laughter as he kissed me, lips moving against mine, his tongue dominating as it drove into my mouth.
I cried out as he slapped me again, closer to my clit this time, and I felt a burst of release that wasn’t even an orgasm yet. Pure arousal slid down the top of my thighs. I was a desperate, shaky, needy mess.
“You are going to smell like sex and pack, little omega,” Hunter rumbled, sounding pleased with himself. He slid two fingers inside me and curled them. When he added a third, his thick fingers stretched me to the point of pleasure-pain, and I… came so hard my head slammed against the wall.
Hunter didn’t stop there, his hand continued to pump into my body, slower as I moved through my orgasm, and then faster, until I was gasping and gripping his shoulders. The last orgasm was never ending, and more than that, it built to an intensity that could quite possibly kill me. At least, that was how it felt. I wanted it to build though—I never wanted this touch and pleasure to stop.
Oh, goddess. I needed Hunter’s destruction.
“Eyes on me,” Hunter commanded, and my gaze jerked up to meet the tumultuous storm of his. “Watching you fall apart is the best sight of my existence,” he whispered, the deep rasp of his voice adding more stimulation.
My gasping moans grew louder and louder, and not that we’d been quiet before, but no one in this house would be unaware of what was happening up here.
“Come for me,” Hunter directed again, and my screaming orgasm burst from me until my head spun and I lost control. I almost faltered on our eye contact, but somehow, I found myself clinging to his gaze and those flares of addictive gold.
“That’s my good girl,” Hunter growled, pressing kisses to the corners of my lips. “Such a good girl, coming so prettily for me.”
His fingers continued to stroke perfectly inside me, and then over my clit when he eventually slid them free. “You… your pants,” I huffed, breathless and boneless.
It was hard to tell on the black material, but I had soaked him.
Hunter smirked as he brought his hand to his mouth and slid his tongue over my release. I found myself mesmerized by the pink length lapping at my cum. “I get to wear your scent all over me tonight,” he said throatily. “Almost as good as a claiming bite.”
After he’d finished tasting me, he steadied me on my booted feet, my legs weak and wobbly. “Do you need me…?” I gesturedto the massive erection tenting his black slacks, hoping he’d say yes.
Hunter wrapped an arm around me, and before I knew it, we were heading for the stairs. “I’m more than satisfied, and we’ll be late if we don’t leave soon. I know you’re looking forward to this night, and I want you to have the full experience.”
Hunter Reeves, my secret knight in shining suits.
“What about underwear?” I asked, my bare thighs brushing, my release still sticky.
Hunter paused, as if debating, before he finally nodded. “If anyone caught a glimpse of you without them, Emme, I’d have to murder that shifter where he stood. Let’s save the bloodshed for another time.”
He stayed with me as I dashed on wobbly legs to my room, and when I went to slide on another thong, Hunter grasped them out of my hand and to my utter fucking shock, knelt before me. He held the lace out, his hooded gaze dark and locked on my face. My heart slammed in my chest as I automatically lifted one boot and then the other, unable to believe what was happening.
Hunter maneuvered the underwear to fit over my boots, and then slowly slid the lace up my bare legs. His eyes never left my face, and even on his knees he was massive.
With a final graze of his fingers over my core, he gracefully rose, and I tried to calm myself, though we could both hear the racing of my heart.
“They’re waiting for us,” Hunter said, in a deep rasp. “Come on.”
My head spun at the implications of what Hunter had done, and we were silent as we exited my room and made our way to the foyer. Entitled alphas knelt for no one; it was pretty much part of the package. They submitted themselves to no one, standing as the head of the pack.
But he’d knelt for me. There was no mistaking his actions.
I just didn’t know what to make of it.
Downstairs, we found all the guys and Cora climbing into a row of black Escalades, there to take us to the club. Each car had a driver, dressed in black suits, holding open the doors. Most of the hockey bros minus our friends and core group filled the first few vehicles.
“Don’t you smell, delicious,” Kellan said as he hurried over and spun me around, planting a heavy kiss on my lips. “And you look like a fucking goddess. More than that. You would put the goddess to shame.”
