Tilting my head back, I kissed and licked along the underside of his cock, moving down until my tongue brushed his heavy balls. The whole time, his gaze was super-focused on me, his breaths coming out in little pants.
“Em. Please,” my proud bear said, and no wonder begging drove my alphas crazy when I did it. I felt an instant pulse in my core.
Even more, I loved that Finley no longer hid the softer sides of himself from me. He was turning out to be the most open and gentlest of all my alphas now, right up there with Kellan.
Sliding my tongue over the warm, firm skin, I reached his crown and once again lapped up his sweet and salty taste. When I closed mymouth over the head, he thrust suddenly, as if he couldn’t help himself.
A low laugh spilled from me, which vibrated into Finley. He moaned and slid his hands into the wet strands of my hair to hold me in place. “I’m not going to take long,” he breathed, staring down at me. “Your mouth is a dangerous, perfect place to exist, darlin’. Watching you slide that pretty pink tongue around my dick… such a good fucking omega.”
My core spasmed, the walls of my pussy clenching around nothing. The ache in my ovaries faded as I snaked my hand down to play with my clit, all the while sucking harder and taking Finley deeper. Or as deep as I could, which like the other alphas, wasn’t too far.
Not that he seemed to mind.
He moaned once more as his focus trailed down to where my hand worked between my thighs; his thrusts in my mouth turned frantic and jerky. The sweet and salty taste washed over my tongue, and my release was so close that I knew we were going to come together.
“Now, Ice,” he demanded. “Baby, now.”
I cried out as his cock thickened and he spilled down the back of my throat, my own shuddering release blasting through me at the same time. The sensation of our dual orgasm was almost too much to handle, and eventually I was a panting, dizzy pile of omega on the floor. At least until he pulled me up into his lap, rocking me back and forth as the warm water washed over us.
When we finally dragged ourselves from the shower, he dried me off, and left so I could reinsert my disc. A lot of my clothes were in Hunter’s wardrobe, and I slipped on a pair of jeans, a maroon hoodie, and dark socks. Finley returned dressed in jeans and a thick red and white flannel button-down.
He held my hand all the way into the kitchen, where Florence and Gerald were bustling around feeding the alphas. “Good morning, Steven,” I called, and Hunter grunted from where he was reading the paper at the counter.
“Fucking plant gets a good morning before us,” he muttered, but he was amused. I could tell. It was just really deep down.
“Any more stories about illegal activities pertaining to the Reeves pack?” Kellan asked with a smirk as he sidled by to drop a kiss on my head.
I slid into a stool beside Hunter, and he nudged a mug of coffee under my nose that was still steaming. As usual, he’d heard me coming and had it prepared. I all but buried my face in the sweet, creamy depths to hide how overwhelming it was to be loved so thoroughly by these alphas. “Thank you,” I managed to say.
He dropped his paper long enough to press a kiss to the side of my neck. “Anytime, little mate. Anytime.” He turned to where Kellan had positioned himself against the other counter, near the sink. “And no, there’s been nothing else that could be considered Reeves pack related.”
Kellan’s pout was ridiculous; the last thing we needed was to be front page news again. Though his love of stirring drama was cute. Not that I’d tell him that.
His pout formed into a smirk, and I groaned knowing he’d just heard that thought.
He blew me a kiss, but I ignored him for Florence, who’d just placed five breakfast sandwiches in front of me. “I love you,” I sang to her, both of us ignoring the alpha grunts and rumbles in the room.
We’d be on the road today and I’d need my energy, so I polished off the sandwiches then debated if I needed a cookie as well.
Hunter snapped his paper closed and dropped it on the counter. “We’re heading to Fletcher’s compound after breakfast,” he said. “This is our first real opportunity to not only investigate what he was doing there, but also hopefully find an item that we can use to track Jewels or one of her allies. Constantine said that Jewels will have the most magical shielding and protection around her, but she might not have the power to shield everyone else. We can leave no stone unturned.”
“Is Constantine coming with us?” Before I even finished asking, my magic pulsed as the witch-wolf entered the kitchen.
“I’ll absolutely be with you, Emme,” he said with a brief but genuine smile.
As our gazes met, I felt a spark of connection that I hadn’t had before I found my magic yesterday. There’d apparently been some bonding between us, or at least between our powers.
We had a long way to go for a real relationship, but for the first time I felt there was a flicker of hope.
CHAPTER 26
SLADE
When Emme declared that her Panigale looked sad and lonely so she needed to ride it today, I knew I’d be on my bike beside her. Hunter decided to ride with us too.
Finley, Kellan, and Constantine would take the Flying Spur, which had the size for comfort and the speed to keep up. Talon was going to fly, always more at ease in his beast form. If not for Emme, I’d have joined him; my beast was restless but not in the way that he used to be. There was no longer a cold distance between us. Now all I felt was an animalistic restlessness.
“I’m ready,” my mate called, racing into the garage, staring at the row of bikes like she’d genuinely missed them.
