The beta pushes onto his elbow and smiles down at me. “There she is. You had us worried for a bit.” My eyes flutter as he gently scrapes the hair away from my sweaty face. “How are you feeling, sunshine?”
“Good, I think.” My voice is ragged and my muscles feel heavy and languid. ‘I’ve never…” Words fail me. I’m not sure how to explain what that was like for me. I mean, I had an orgasm so intense from Piers coming on my pussy, from him marking me in his scent, that I blacked out. “That was intense.”
He chuckles and leans down to press a kiss to my mouth. Soft and sweet and all Piers. “For me too.”
The hum of voices around us picks up, one broad palm slides onto my hip in a possessive grip that my omega loves. Thesame way she loves absolutely everything that happened tonight. Even if some of it was surprising as hell.
My eyes find Forsythe, shirtless and leaning against the couch, murmuring words I can’t make out to Thayer. “Is he always so-”
I cut off, red flooding my cheeks.
“So what?” Piers presses. “Bossy? Demanding? Dominating? Cause the answer to all three is yes. Always.”
I look back at him. “I was gonna say filthy, but those too. I never would have thought”- I cut off again, remembering the string of absolute filth that had fallen from the prince’s mouth.
Piers give me a knowing look. “You never would have thought he’d order you to snowblow one of his pack mates? Or me to mark you in my scent? Or Grieves to hold your thighs spread open so wide so we can all appreciate how pretty your pussy is?”
With each word out of his mouth my toes curl a little more. “Yes to all of that. He’s so…politein public.”
Behind me Court snorts and a second later his nose is buried in the curve of my neck, his teeth scraping my skin. “Haven’t you heard, pixie? It’s the quiet ones you need to look out for.”
Confessional Transcript
-The Ashbourne Pack
PRODUCER:Okay. Let’s talk about last night.
COURT:About what, specifically?
PRODUCER:Florence’s date.
THAYER:It was well planned.
PRODUCER:That’s it?
THAYER:That’s an assessment, yes.
PRODUCER:You all stayed late.
GRIEVES:We were invited.
PRODUCER:Cameras went down.
FORSYTHE:Power outage.
PRODUCER:And after the power outage?
(A beat)
FORSYTHE:We ensured everyone was safe.
PRODUCER:That sounds… careful.
COURT:You’re welcome.
PRODUCER:Was there physical intimacy between you and Florence?
GRIEVES:You’ve already asked that.Off camera.
