“We didn’t need to talk about it. I’m yours.”
A growl rumbles in Rafe’s chest at my words, and I squeeze him with my inner walls as I kiss Miles. Let him be possessive because I’m his too. Even if he doesn’t really want me.
CHAPTER 40
Miles
My fingers dragover the raised skin. My eyes tracking the movement.
Mine.
Mine.
Mine.
The single thought thrums inside of me like a drum. And I'm powerless to stop it. Even as Rafe's buried deep inside her warmth, the word echoes inside of me.
I didn't come toOmega in Paradisefor myself. I did it for Elliott. He knows it. I know it. Rafe knows it. But with a rut riding the edges of my consciousness, I can only think about Lilah. About her lips beneath mine. And the softness of her skin. Or the way the moon casts luminescent shadows over her body, making her look like a goddess of the moon. And I want to worship at her feet.
No, Ineedit.
I'm drunk on her kisses, and even with my pack mates here and my ankle screaming in protest with each movement to get closer still, I let myself drown in her essence.
Rafe's knot releases, and he gives me room as if he knowsI'm on that edge. One misstep and I'll tumble straight into a rut I can't control. That will only be satisfied by sinking into her sweet flesh over and over again, by locking her to me as many times as humanly possible.
What would the show do then? Stop production until it fades? Pretend like it never happened and continue the show? I wouldn't put it past them. Not that they are evil. They are running a successful business of showing a fairytale to romance that millions of omegas eat up like candy.
Inhaling her perfume until I'm sure it will bleed from my pores over the next month, I suck her lower lip between my teeth. Nipping lightly as I release it. She whimpers, and it goes straight to my aching cock. I slide my fingers against her skin, over her pulse point, wrapping them slowly around her neck. Each rapid beat of her heart pounds against my fingers.
I snake my other hand down her body, slipping two fingers into her folds and moist heat. She arches into me, and I tighten my hold on her throat.
"Stay still, sunshine," I command. "I can feel how much you need me. So slick. So wet."
I release her neck and find my knees. Watching her, I snap open my jeans and slide them down my hips, my boxers following easily. Her eyes take me in, and my cock jumps at the attention. I maneuver to remove my pants, then kneel between her legs. Running my fingers along her inner thigh, I push her legs wider.
Rafe's cum mixes with her slick, and I use it to swirl my thumb over her swollen clit. Urging little mewling sounds from her throat as Elliott leaves love marks beneath her breast as he makes his way to her nipple. I run my hand up the side Elliott’s not on and circle her neck again. I love the way her throat looks with my darker hand wrapped around it. The way she stares up at me, submitting easily. Giving me control without question.
And I need all of the control.
"Miles," she gasps, her body attempting to lift toward mine. "Please."
I hum out a satisfied noise. "I like that. Beg some more."
She sucks in a breath, and her pink lips part as I swirl my thumb over her sensitive flesh.
"Beg, Lilah, beg for my knot."
"Oh, fuck," she gasps instead as Elliott nips her tight nipple.
"He's just a distraction. I have what you want," I growl. I stop touching her and curl my fingers around my straining cock, running the crown through her slick heat. "Do you want this, Lilah?"
"Yes!" She presses her head back into the pillows. The movement adds pressure to her new necklace, and I ease up my hold so she can breathe. Still, I can feel it as the rut takes hold. The urge to possess and dominate every single inch of her body has another low growl emanating from my chest.
I tease her until she’s trembling beneath me, then demand again, “Beg.”
Elliott must hear the slight bark to my tone because he puts a slight distance between us. While Rafe reclines next to us, watching the whole thing, like he’s ready for a smoke. If he smoked that is. This drive to have her completely is unlike anything I’ve ever experienced.
“Miles—” she pleads, her hands reaching for me. “I need your knot. Please give me what I need.”
