That gets James attention as his brows furrow. “What did she say?” he asks.
“She thinks she’s imposing, and she called herself stupid.”
I can hear Ian growl slightly before shaking his head. “I’ve got to figure out a way to make this work.” He looks down at our Omega. “Only if you’re sure, James.”
He nods, holding Ian’s hand and giving him the comfort he needs. “Ian, I promise, I’m sure.”
I can see the gears turning in Ian’s head as he thinks. “I’ll figure this out.”
He kisses the top of James’ head as he goes upstairs to his bedroom.
“So you like her?” James says.
I look down at him, expecting jealousy, but his features are relaxed, and I know he just wants the facts from me. “I mean I’ve always liked her, thought she was pretty and funny. But never considered her in that way. I have you.” I kiss his cheek, and he groans. “And well, there’s the whole stepsibling thing.” I groan, and James sighs.
“I know our pack needs something, I’m just worried.”
My brows furrow, and my hand is on his thigh. He openly accepts the touch. “What are you worried about, love?”
He shakes his head. “You and Ian are big hot Alphas, what if she likes you and not me?”
I tilt his chin, looking at his beautiful face. “Love, if she doesn’t like you, she’s not for us. But who wouldn’t?”
He groans and pulls away. “I know I’m not easy to love, Ezra.”
I grab his jaw, forcing him to look at me. “Loving you has been one of the easiest things I’ve ever done. Are you easy to get to know? No. You know that, love. But when someone has the pleasure to get to know you—who you really are—it’s a fucking gift.”
I swear his eyes water slightly at my confession. But he shakes his head and smirks as I lean down and press a kiss against his soft lips. His cinnamon and clove scent wafts over me as we kiss. My hands don’t leave his jaw as he grips my arms. We part, and he blinks at me.
“It will always be like this, always,” I say, kissing him again, letting him know that while there is space in my heart, the piece that he owns could never change.
He breaks away from the kiss and grabs me by my wrist. “Where do we start?” he asks.
“Fuck if I know. All I know is I need my mouth on you right now,” I tell him, and he groans as I fall to my knees, and he parts his legs on the couch. I unbutton my Omega’s pants eagerly, wanting nothing more than to make him feel good. The scent of Luna still clings to my clothes, and the perfume that’s wafting off James right now has me so fucking hard.
He lifts his ass as I roll his pants past his thighs and onto the floor. His cock drips pre-cum as his hand latches onto my hair. James is so fucking beautiful, his dark hair falling over his eyes as he looks down at me. Having his approval, knowing he needs me and wants me, is everything.
I grip his thigh with one hand as I grab the base of his cock with another. His grip in my hair tightens as he moans. I lick the tip of his cock, moaning as I taste him. His head hits the back of the couch with an audible thump. My tongue explodes, and I suck down his length, his taste spurring me on. I keep one hand on him as I unbutton my pants and stroke myself as I go down on him.
I take James’ cock as far down as I can without gagging, and he holds my head in place and fucks into my mouth. I moan around his length, loving when he’s like this, when he takes what he wants.
“Good Alpha,” he says as he continues fucking my throat.
I come all over my hand, making incoherent sounds along his length.
James loses it then, spurts of cum dripping down my throat, tasting as sweet as he smells as I swallow. I’m a panting mess when I look up at him. He smiles, one of his true smiles when he looks down at my own cum-covered fist.
“Let’s get cleaned up,” he says, and I nod.
As I stand, James takes my hand and squeezes. “I think this will be good for us, Ez.”
I kiss his hair and nod. “I think so too.”
Chapter 3
Luna
Ezraiswaitingforme to get out of his car and go into mine when I look over at his smiling face. God, he’s so fucking handsome. His skin is pale, and he has the perfect shade of ginger hair. It looks so soft, and I wish I could just trail my fingers through it. There’s a scattering of freckles on his face, especially along the bridge of his nose. I’ve always noticed what a beautiful Alpha he is. It doesn’t hurt that he smells like a wet dream either, like rose and teakwood. But of course, it’s his kind words and jokes in his Irish brogue that drive me the craziest.
