I don’t realize what I just admitted to until it’s too late, butI still clamp a hand over my mouth in horror. Posey’s grin is a mile wide as she stares down at me, amusement dancing in her eyes. “I knew it. How long have you known who I was?”
Thank god she’s not mad. I figure coming clean here is the best answer. “That day you ran into Pax at Sugar & Spice? He recognized your scent right away. The fact that you asked him out is pure coincidence, but I can’t say we weren’t all thrilled by the turn of events.”
A tiny snort escapes and she leans forward, kissing my nose. “Sneaky boys.”
My grin is smug as hell. “Only when it comes to our omega.”
Her breath catches and I watch as her pupils dilate. “Love it when you call me that,” she tells me breathlessly, subtly rocking her hips over my pelvis and coating me in even more of her slick.
I yank her down against my chest and grind my erection into her soaked core. “Good to know,” I whisper into her ear. Goosebumps race down her arms. “Since that secret’s finally out of the bag, I would really like it if my omega would fuck me now.”
McKenzie is bigeverywhere, and I’m kind of worried I won’t be able to take him. My omega is preening with the knowledge that we’ll be his first, and I have to admit I am too. This delicious alpha is surrounded by women all the time andIget to be his first? Now I know how Parker felt when he said it was an honor to be my first.
Lifting up on my knees, I line Mack’s thick cock up with my entrance, sinking down the barest inch. The stretch is already intense, bordering on painful, but I know once I adjust it’s going to feel incredible. “Fuck,” my walls flutter around his shaft and he curses, gripping my hips so hard his fingertips turn white. “You’re so tight. There’s no way I’m going to be able to last.”
I kiss him, sweeping my tongue into his mouth to get more of his cotton candy taste. “You don’t have to last, Alpha. Just fuck me.”
His answering laugh breaks off into a choked breath when I sink down all the way, inhaling sharply at the fullness. Omega’s are built to take anything a pack can give them, but that doesn’t mean we don’t have to work up to things sometimes. Taking McKenzie all in one go might not have been my best decision ever, but as the burn gives way to pleasure, I remember I was literally built for this. For this man,for this pack. “McKenzie,” I whimper.
He bites down hard on his bottom lip, giant hands cupping my breasts. They’re sensitive, and feeling the calluses on his palms sends a shiver racing through me and a fresh flood of slick over his pelvis. “That’s it, gorgeous. You’re doing so good. So fucking perfect. So fuckingmine.”
The last word is a low growl accompanied by a sharp snap of his hips that makes me cry out and then suddenly I’m on my back, Mack looming over me with a feral look on his face that excites me. The deep, measured thrusts of his hips speed up when I sneak a hand between us to play with my clit. Mack notices and growls, knocking my hand away so he can take over. There’s a wild, lusty look in his eyes that has me clenching around him.
“Oh god!” I cry out after one particularly brutal thrust and he slams his lips down on mine to silence me. My bottom lip gets trapped between his teeth and I tense, wishing he would bite me and also unsure if now is the right time when things are still up in the air with his pack lead. “It’s taking every ounce of restraint I possess not to bite you right now,” Mack’s guttural whisper skates across my face, echoing my thoughts. He releases my lip with a grunt and mutters, “Not yet. Soon.”
The words send a thrill skittering down my spine. I can’t wait for that day, but for now… “I’m close, alpha.”
“Are you going to come for me, pretty girl? My pretty, perfect omega, taking her alpha’s cock like such a good girl.” On the last word he circles his hips, dragging his pelvic bone across my clit in a harsh stroke that has me biting back a scream.
The whispered dirty words are the trigger that sets off my orgasm and I cry out, clenching around McKenzie’s thick cock. “Knot!”
Mack growls, thrusting one more time before slamming home and locking his knot as far inside of me as he can get. “Holy fucking hell,” he gasps, continuing to thrust as hecomes. I can feel his cum flooding me in warm spurts, and the feeling makes me shiver. “Are you okay?” The question is breathless and choppy, but his eyes are clear. Happiness practically radiates from him in waves, warming me from the inside out.
I nuzzle my nose into his neck, inhaling as much of his scent as I can. The sugary sweetness of cotton candy is tempered with sweat and pure male satisfaction, and the effect is as potent as a drug. My vision goes hazy as my pussy clenches hard around his knot. The answering groan is deliciously deep, the sound rattling my body all the way down to my bones. Mack starts purring and flips us so I’m once again on top, draped over his broad chest like an omega-sized blanket.
“I love you, Posey.”
My head whips up, mouth open in shock. He looks slightly embarrassed, but doesn’t take it back. “I know that probably sounds like a muddled post-orgasm haze confession, but it’s not. I don’t need months or years to know that I love you,” he says confidently. “You’re incredible. Sweet and kind and gorgeous and utterly captivating in every single way. I think about you every second we aren’t together and I have from the moment I first smelled you. I mean I didn’t even know who you were, yet deep down I knew you weremine. You don’t need to say it back, I know you aren’t there yet. But I’m a firm believer in saying things when you feel them, so this probably won’t be the only inopportune confession you hear from me.”
I laugh lightly, my entire body floating from his confession. He’s right: I don’t think I’m there yet. But if he keeps being as incredible as this? It won’t be long at all before I’m completely head over heels in love with him and ready to tell the world.
The next morning we’re woken up by a knock on McKenzie’s bedroom door. Mack groans, tossing an arm over his eyes and pulling me closer. “Go away,” he growls. “Too early. Too warm.”
There’s a quiet laugh from the other side of the door that sounds like melted butter and has the same effect on my body, driving me further into the mattress until I realize the alpha beneath me is absolutely not getting up. I whine, not ready to leave our cocoon of warmth, but crawl across the bed anyway because my mama taught me it’s not polite to ignore people.
Another soft knock comes and in the middle of the second rap I fling the door open, nearly swallowing my tongue when I spot the alpha on the other side. Jude is dressed to kill in black slacks, a black button up with the sleeves pushed up exposing tattoos I was not aware he had, and the scarf I made him wrapped proudly around his throat. His forearms are covered in black and grey tattoos and from what I can tell, depict some sort of mythology. I’m so lost in my admiration I don’t notice how red Jude’s cheeks have gotten until he clears his throat.
My eyes snap to his, immediately caught in his intense gaze. I wouldn’t say it out loud, but he looks adorable like this. Bright eyes, flushed cheeks, and all bundled up in the scarf I made for him. I can just picture a little curly-haired brunette boy with…
Woah, nope. Absolutely not going there.
“Hi Posey,” he murmurs. His lips are quirked like he wants to smile but isn’t sure he’s allowed to, which is ridiculously endearing.
I bite my lip, crossing one leg over theother as I lean against the door. “Hi Prof—“ he raises an eyebrow, making me stop mid-sentence. “Jude.”
A nod of approval, and that quirk turns into a small but nervous smile. “I was wondering if you would be open to accompanying me today? There’s a bookstore in the next town over and they’re hosting a signing today…” he trails off, and his cheeks get even redder.
My curiosity is piqued, so I wait patiently for him to continue. He clears his throat and rubs a hand down his arm like he’s anxious. “It’s a romance author who’s local to Maine, and they’re notoriously tight-lipped about their identity. I only found out about this signing because I’m friends with the owner, and he knows how much I love this person’s books. I thought it might be a nice, low-pressure way to spend time together.”
