“Grieves,” I protest, but I’m not sure why. Probably because I feel like I should be at least a little ashamed of how much I want this.
The alpha just hooks my other leg over his and then spreads me wide for the viewing pleasure of his pack. Even in the dark I can feel their hungry gazes.
Court lets out a groan that sounds ripped from the depths of his soul and crawls between my spread legs trailing kisses up my inner thighs, my hip bones, my stomach, my breasts. His tongue laves one nipple then the other, teeth sinking into the soft flesh with a feral noise.
“Bloody perfect,” he grunts against my skin, dragging his mouth up to my pulse point. Teeth nipping hard enough that I gasp.
“No,” Forsythe growls and a second later Court’s being dragged away from me, his eyes wide in shock like he hadn’t expected it. “Tonight isn’t about us.”
“I’m not trying to make it be,” Courtland protests. “I just want to make her feel good.”
My toes curl as a flush of warmth steals over my chest and up my neck, following the path he laid out in kisses against my skin. “You do make me feel good, pretty boy,” I tell him hoarsely. “Just being around you does it for me.”
The look he gives me is enough to make me whimper.
“I think our beta deserves the first taste, yeah?” It’s framed as a question, but we all know Forsythe isn’t asking. He’s participating in the only way he feels he can, by dictating what everyone does.
Piers blinks up at him and then back to my spread thighs wet with slick. “Really?”
“Lick her, Piers,” Grieves orders. “Make our little omega moan.” The order, though not directed at me, caresses my clit, making my toes curl in anticipation.
“Make her gush,” Court adds, ratcheting up my need.
“Make her come,” Thayer growls.
“Be a good boy for us.”
Piers leans closer with every order from his pack, wedging his shoulders between Grieves’ thick thighs. But he still pauses, breath puffing over my aching clit, looking up at me for confirmation that I want this.
“Wait,” I say. Everyone pauses. Grieves goes so still under me that I’m a little worried he stopped breathing altogether. Disappointment flickers over Piers face and I can tell he thinks I’m going to deny him, maybe shuffle him to the side and make him watch while his alphas take over. I hate that he expects it, even now, from me. I shake my head.
“No, Piers, Dimples… it’s not that. It’s just we haven’t even kiss-” My words cut off as he lunges up, his mouth slanting over mine as a purr shudders out of the alpha under me, vibrating through my body and setting me alight.
In all the times I imagined kissing Piers—and believe me, it’s been a lot—I never thought it would be like this, so hungry. Though maybe I should have seen it. He’s starving for affection, for connection. I know he’s said his pack loves him behind closed doors, but he wants someone to love him in to open too. God, I wish I could be that person for him.
I’m not sure the world will let me though.
Still, I kiss him back just as hungrily, just as desperately, tongues touching and retreating, until it slows down, goes from something hot and fiery to a softer burn. My hand cups his cheek, stroking. Our teeth nip and our tongues gently soothe thesting. With each press I try to convey to him what I grown to feel for him over the last few weeks. The warmth in my heart whenever I see him, talk to him, touch him.I see you, I tell him over and over and over.
“Fuck,” Court groans. “You two look so fucking good together.”
“Prettiest sight in the whole world,” Thayer agrees easily, stroking a hand down his beta’s spine.
Piers shudders and pulls back, mouth swollen and red, leaving his forehead pressed to mine. “Little bird,” he murmurs, before dipping to press one more kiss to my lips. “Let me make you feel good, yeah?”
I swallow and nod. “Okay.” As if I would ever turn down an offer like that.
The grin that crawls over Piers’ face is wicked and makes my already rapid heart rate pick up. My hips shift of their own volition and Grieves makes an agonized sound.
Court chuckles. “Doing okay there, mate? You look like you’re ready to blow.”
“Maybe because I fucking am,” he rumbles beneath me.
When I tip my head back, Grieves looks like he’s in pain. Jaw clenched tight, eyes closed. “Bruiser?”
“I’m okay, bubbles,” he grits out. “You’re just so fucking beautiful, and I have the best fucking view, right down your body to your gorgeous little pussy. Just trying like hell not to come like a teenager in my pants.”
“So, take off your pants,” I blurt out. I freeze embarrassed, but then I think,why?It’s what I want. It’s what they want, and my needy, greedy little omega wants them to enjoy this as much as I am. I look around at all of them. “I mean it. You’re all wearing far too many clothes. Take them off, please.”
