“Fine. Sue me for wanting you all to myself.”
“You know I like it. What’s with the basket?”
She pulls out a pale pink letter and smiles as she reads it.
“It’s a gift from Liv, the Omega who came with her pack to get the rest of the dogs.”
“I didn’t know you two kept in touch,” I reply.
“We text every now and then, and I have a standing invitation to their swanky-ass mansion in Connecticut,” she says with a waggle of her eyebrows.
“What does the card say?”
“Congratulations on finding your pack. I knew they were yours the moment I saw them. Wishing you the best, Liv,” she reads, turning the card over and looking at the back before rummaging through the basket. “Mmm, truffles,” she hums in delight, grabbing two of them before popping one in her mouth and holding the other out in her hand.
She climbs onto the bed and takes the same position as before by straddling me, my hands automatically going to her waist. She pops the truffle into my mouth, probably in an attempt to silence me while she speaks.
“I haven’t asked you how you feel now that I’ve bonded with Tate. I know you were expecting it and you don’t have any issueswith him, but I just worry that I should have given you more warning before it happened. It wasn’t fair of me to bond with him while you’re hurt, and I’m sorry?—”
I have to swallow the truffle quicker than I want to in order to stop her rambling.
“Hey, look at me,” I interrupt her, tipping her chin up and forcing her gaze to mine. “Did I wake up from a nap with my cock hard? Yeah, I definitely did,” I start, and she grins at me. “But you did nothing wrong. I can feel how whole it makes you through the bond, and it makes me happy. I only want to see you happy, baby girl, nothing else matters.”
I mean every word, and I know she can feel the sincerity through the bond. I knew Tate was going to join this pack, it was only a matter of time. Since he’s bonded her, I feel how much lighter her emotions are, and I couldn’t have asked for anything more.
Her perfume fills the room, and I have to swallow thickly as she shifts on my lap.
“How bad does your head hurt?” she asks, her hands softly rubbing against my neck and shoulders.
“Not too bad,” I lie.
I know if I tried to bend over or do too much moving, I’d be dealing with an excruciating migraine. But I don’t need her fussing over me. She needs to know I’m still the Alpha she bonded with.
“Good enough for some kissing?”
“I always feel up for that,” I promise her.
She leans forward gently, making sure she doesn’t touch or bump my wound as her lips press against mine. My hands squeeze her soft flesh as I press her against my hardening cock.
Thank fuck I’m not hurt enough for it to affect my sex drive. Though, I’d think it would be impossible for anything to makeme not want Lily in the most carnal way. She’s my everything, and I’m not afraid to admit it.
Before I came and patched over to this club, I didn’t know what direction I wanted my life to go in, but I swear I found it in her. I’ll never say it out loud, but every single fucked-up thing that’s happened since I’ve gotten here was worth it, as long as I get to have her.
Lily’s hands clasp my neck as she kisses me. I feel her love for me float down our connection. She pours it all into the kiss, showing me just how much she needs me and wants me.
I never truly knew how badly I liked feeling needed until her, until this club.
Lily comes first, but actually making a difference in this club is a close second. I’m not sure if it’s because I may have finally found a place worth calling home, or if it’s because the club matters so much to Lily. But does the reason really matter?
Lily feels small in my arms as she shifts her body weight, making me groan.
“Okay?” she asks, pulling away from our kiss.
“More than okay,” I tell her, snaking my hands under the hem of her dress and pushing down on her ass cheeks to grind her pussy harder against me.
There are barely any clothes between us since I’m only wearing my underwear and she’s wearing one of those sweet little dresses I like so much. My fingers graze the dampness of the thin layers between us, and I can’t deny how much I fucking need her in this moment.
It’s worth my head feeling like someone is taking a hammer to it if I get to be inside of her again.
