And then I kiss her. My lips fall to hers like I’m starving and she’s the prey I’ve been hunting for what feels like eons.
It’s a hungry kiss, my tongue quickly pushing past her lips and finally,finallygetting a taste of her.
I’ve wanted this ever since she had herself pressed up against me that first night, naked as the day she was born.
Her sweet, strawberry shortcake perfume explodes out from her, thickening in the air around us.
Looks like she’s enjoying herself too.
Thank fucking god.
A whimper leaves her throat as she clutches at the bars like she needs to cling to something to keep her from being swept away.
Her lips are soft, and her body is pliant against mine as I angle her head with a grip in her long auburn hair.
It’s perfect.
She’s perfect.
My cock throbs in my boxers, the outline of me obvious through the tight material.
I tug her closer to me, pressing my hardness against her stomach through the bars, and she lets out a quiet whimper.
Rage and Griffin instantly let out menacing snarls in response.
Their overwhelming dominance, radiating from each of their cages, is like ice water.
Holy fuck.
What am I doing?
I drop my hands from Mirabelle instantly, taking a stumbling step back. My lips tingle with the phantom sensation of her.
It’s taking everything I have in me not to grab at her through the bars again.
She’smine.
There’s no denying it now. Not when I’ve gotten a taste.
She blinks up with wide, awestruck eyes and swollen red lips. The sweet scent of her slick is soaking into the lingerie she’s wearing and I suddenly have the urge to taste hereverywhere.
“Unless you want us to tear each other apart when we get out there, you need to make things even, Sweetheart,” Griffin growls, his voice menacingly low. His dark eyes are hungry.
Then his words register to me.
Fucking hell, did I mess things up?
The bars of Rage’s cage creak as he grips them, his eyes locked on Mirabelle like she’s the only thing that exists in his universe.
Maybe I fucking did.
I swallow hard, my gaze darting back to Mirabelle whose gaze is darting between all three of us. I’m shocked she’s not buckling at the overwhelming amount of our alpha dominance swirling about in the room.
“Unless you’re saying you’re picking Ash,” Griffin continues, when the silence in the room stretches between all of us.
Part of me desperately wants her to say yes. Say she’s picking me. That I’m the only one she needs.
But that would be fucked up. Because IknowI’ll never be able to give her everything an omega like her deserves.
