Twenty-Three
Lana
My question had Lennon turning half-feral. He kissed me hard enough that heat pulsed through me, already soaking through the barely-there panties I’d worn tonight.
The scent of my slick filled the icy air. There was no fucking way I was waiting until we were back.
“Fuck no,” he echoed my sentiment as he moved toward the SUV.
“Thank God,” I breathed out. I didn’t need each first time with my pack to be spent in a bed, sweet and cared for. There was a time and place for that, and right now I simply needed relief and he was just the delta to give it to me.
Someone opened the door for us and we slid inside, taking the middle seat, my legs still wrapped around him. I straddled his hips, adjusting until I was comfortable, pressing my warmth against his cock through the fabric of his pants. He groaned, eyes dark and full of promise.
The others slid into the car around us, Cade taking the front seat again.
“If I crash on the way home, it’s your fault,” he muttered.
“Keep it together, alpha. We have tinted windows and a sexy as fuck omega. Get us home as fast as you can without getting pulled over,” Mason ordered. He licked his lips as he watched us, waiting for the show to truly begin.
“Are you sure about this, princess?” Wilder asked, looking uncertain. “We don’t want you to do something you’re going to regret.”
“No regrets here, I promise,” I said, leaning around Lennon to give my beta a reassuring kiss. “Unless you’re changing your minds about this?”
“No,” Wilder said, a single word said with such confidence it echoed through me, warming me even more.
“I’m not,” Lennon said, his hand finding my chin and ensuring I was focused on him. “But I’m telling you right fucking now princess, the moment I taste you, you’re mine. I’m trusting you to feel the same.”
Knowing his past with omegas. The fact he was offering me his trust and taking a chance, was huge. I wouldn’t ruin it. I had to trust he’d take care of me in the same way.
I knew that one taste would never be enough.
My omega let out a reassuring purr for her delta, promising him that we both were right where we wanted to be.
“I’m not going anywhere,” I breathed, rocking my hips to remind him why we were here.
The car started, but the radio was turned off the moment it started to play. They were all focused on us, unwilling to miss a single sound. The cold was chased away as heat and our scents rose in the car.
I was too desperate to take this slow.
My eyes were heavy as I looked at him, making sure he was locked in on me. Then I scooted back on his lap, just enough toreach his jeans. I unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned his jeans, pulling down the zipper.
He lifted his hips, shoving his pants and boxers down until his cock was free. He was hard and thick, begging me for attention. His delta knot was pulsing with every beat of his heart, enticing me. My ex never gave himself to me fully. I knew their knots were smaller than alphas, but pulsed as they fucked, just enough to lock us together, though with a shorter span so they could continue to rut for hours.
I’d also heard when they growl, the pulsing was more intense, almost like a vibration.
Fuck, I was dripping and dying to experience it.
“Please tell me you’re going to use that to fuck me,” I whimpered, a shudder rocking through me at the thought.
“I’ll give you everything.” His voice was pained and shaking. My delta was just as close to unraveling as I was. “I’m so glad you chose a dress, Mason.”
He reached underneath, his hands skimming up my thighs that were straddling his, teasing over my lace-covered heat before gripping it in his hands, ripping it apart and tossing them aside.
Mason caught them out of the air, bringing the torn fabric to his nose and breathing deep. His eyes rolled back, a satisfied rumble making me grin. “I’m next.”
I’d never been desired like this. I was almost drunk on the power of it.
“I don’t give a fuck what you do when we get back,” Lennon said before lifting me up, muscles tense. I managed to reach between us, lining him up as he lowered me.
