“I won’t,” I promise, and then she’s gone, the door closing quietly behind her.
For several long moments, I stand motionless in the center of my bedroom, processing what just happened. The scent of her arousal still hangs in the air, a constant reminder of how close I came to crossing a line I hadn’t even known was there.
Her virginity changes the dynamic completely. A virgin omega is rare, precious. If my brothers knew, they’d be even more protective of her—more possessive. The knowledge thatshe’s untouched would drive their alpha instincts into overdrive, just as it’s affecting mine now.
I pick up the Ben Wa balls, still coated with her slick, and walk to the bathroom. I should wash them, put them away, forget this ever happened. But before I put them under the faucet, I can’t resist bringing them to my nose first, inhaling deeply.
Her cherry blossom scent is concentrated here, sweet and intoxicating. Without thinking too much, I bring the spheres to my lips, my tongue darting out to taste her essence.
A groan escapes me as my control finally shatters. My free hand fumbles with my zipper, urgently freeing my painfully hard cock. I wrap my fingers around the shaft, already slick with pre-cum, and begin to stroke myself roughly.
The ben wa balls fall into the sink with a clatter as both hands move to my cock, pumping frantically. Behind my closed eyes, I see Francine bent over my dresser, her ass raised, her pussy wet and ready. I imagine sliding into her virgin heat, feeling her stretch around me, hearing her cry out as I take what no one else has claimed.
“Fuck,” I growl as my orgasm approaches with startling speed.
My muscles tense, my back arches, and I come with a roar, thick ropes of cum shooting across the bathroom floor. The intensity of the release leaves me gasping, leaning heavily against the counter for support.
I should have known better. Should have asked more questions before suggesting she try the toys. The memory of her bent over, wet, wanting is seared into my brain.
And that memory will never go away until the day we have her.
Twelve
FRANCINE
The shower waterbeats down on me, hot and relentless, hoping it can wash away the memories of me being bent over for Elias.
God, it’s so embarrassing. I barely even know the alpha, and I was literally trembling under his fingers, desperate for him to shove the toy into me. I’m still red in the face thinking about it.
I press my forehead against the cool tile, trying to steady my breathing as water sluices down my back. My pussy still throbs with unfulfilled need, an ache that started when Elias’s fingers brushed against my entrance and discovered that I’m a virgin. God, the look on his face when he realized it. He was so shocked.
I close my eyes, letting the water mingle with the tears of frustration streaming down my cheeks.
“What the hell is wrong with me?” I whisper to the empty bathroom, my voice lost in the rush of water. I’ve never acted this recklessly before.
If Kieran found out what happened with Elias, he’d fire me immediately. No questions, no second chances. I’d be out on the street before I could even pack my bags. And I need this job. I need the money, the security, the fresh start away from Mother’s apartment and all its ghosts.
I turn the water to cold, gasping as it hits my overheated skin. The shock helps clear my head, forces me to focus on something other than the lingering sensation of Elias’s hands on my ass. By the time I step out of the shower, my teeth are chattering, but at least the desperate arousal has subsided to a dull throb.
I towel off vigorously, and I apply another thick layer of scent blocker, covering every inch of my skin where a gland might betray me. I put on a simple blue skirt and a flowing white blouse that feels cool against my skin.
There are still a couple of hours before Nora gets home from school. I really should do something productive, like prep dinner and organize her school things. Instead, I curl up in the window seat of my room with a romance book I brought from home.
The words swim before my eyes. I’ve read the same paragraph six times and still can’t process what it’s saying. All I can think about is Elias. The weight of his gaze on my body. The gentle way he touched me despite the obvious hunger in his eyes.
A virgin at twenty-six.How pathetic is that?Most omegas my age have long since been claimed by an alpha, or at least experimented enough to know what they want. But I’ve always been cautious, focused on work, and taking care of Mother. Romance was a luxury I couldn’t afford.
Until now. Until them.
My mind drifts into fantasy, unbidden. I imagine Elias behind me, his chest pressed against my back, his breath hot on my neck. His hands would be gentle but firm, spreading my thighs, positioning me just so. I’d feel the blunt head of his cock nudging against my pussy, stretching me open for the first time. The burn of that initial penetration, his growl of satisfaction as he claims what no other alpha has touched. The way he’d start slow, mindful of my innocence, but gradually lose control as my virgin pussy grips him tight.
“Fuck,” I whimper, my hand drifting between my legs without conscious thought. I’m soaking through my panties already, just from thinking about it. I press the heel of my palm against my clit, seeking some relief from the building pressure.
A knock at the door startles me from my reverie. I yank my hand away from between my legs, straightening my blouse with trembling fingers.
“Come in,” I call, my voice squeaky.
The door swings open to reveal not one but two towering alphas. Drake enters first, all easy confidence in his ripped jeans and tight black t-shirt that hugs his muscular torso. Rowan follows, silent as a shadow in his dark clothing, his hair pulled back in that messy bun that somehow makes him look even more ruggedly handsome.
