So many things could go wrong… and yet for just tonight we were married. We were all married, and the guys had given me the gift of being her first. A gift definitely worth its weight in gold.
With a low growl, I placed my fingers under her chin and tilted it up until our gazes locked.
“When… when we’re in the middle of this you aren’t going to be able to sign to me easily, you know that, right?”
She nodded once.
My shoulders sank in surrender. “If I do something you don’t like, don’t be afraid to pinch, kick, hit, or bite me, okay?”
Then I dropped my mouth to hers and gave in to six years of desire, her little gasp of breath like a gong of finality as I drew her toward the bed.
Twelve
Icould feel Elio’s rapid heartbeat underneath my fingers as I tugged at the buttons of his dress shirt, revealing the muscular and surprisingly hairy chest underneath.
The last time I’d seen him shirtless we’d been kids and we definitely weren’t that anymore.
Still, I had always assumed Elio would be clean shaven—he seemed so buttoned up and contained all of the time.
My fingers slid down the silky expanse with fascination, abandoning their quest to pull his clothes from his body.
I could feel Elio’s gaze on me as he sat back on his palms and let me explore, his heart rate jumping when my fingers brushed past a stiff nipple.
Would I get to see all of them like this? My insides clenched at the thought.
Elio’s fingers grasped mine, pulling them away from his chest and to his mouth.
My eyes followed as he kissed each of my finger tips with a tenderness that made a lump rise in my throat.
When he asked me if I was okay with all of this I had been very clear about how I felt, and with him kissing me like this, I was almost sure he felt the same way.
But he still hadn’t actually said it.
They were all mine now, their scents just making what I already knew just that much clearer.
These alphas were like a set of lights shining into my dark, tiny world.
I was so entranced by his face that I didn’t feel his free hand slip underneath my fluffy robe until his warm palm was cupping the top of my thigh.
The heat of his skin made me jump and my teacher’s words to me all those years ago flash through my mind.
Alphas run several degrees hotter than the average person—omega or beta. Some believe this contributes to their hair trigger tempers and their exceedingly infinite passion for their scent matches.
She had said it like it was a disgusting evolutionary trait that was meant to be controlled and maintained.
Now I wanted to let it consume me.
Leaning forward, I pulled my fingers away from his lips and pressed my own to them, giving his bottom lip a nip.
Elio’s chest contracted in a gasp and I could feel his sudden intake of breath in between our seeking mouths.
He liked my bite,I realized with a buzz of satisfaction as I felt something stiff brush against my hip as I settled more firmly into his lap.
I wanted to see what else he liked about me.
It was strange, I would normally be nervous and out of my depth being so close to Elio or any of the rest of his pack like this.
Before I had been kidnapped, their stray, random touches had made me flush with the urge to run for the hills. But now I was just feeling a blossoming sense of excitement.
