Was I going to stop? Not even if you cut me a check for half a million dollars.
We were about the same height, the omega only needing to shift her face slightly to brush her nose along mine. “Prove to me you’re a better kisser.”
I breathed in sharply. Suddenly, Indigo was off the hook for whatever mixed emotions I felt about them kissing Eva.
Because I was doing the same fucking thing.
Eva's vanilla lip gloss and the slight sour tang of alcohol did little to blunt the lush, ripened strawberry flavor of her lips. I kissed her hard, demanding more than asking, and she met me with just as much ferocity, pressing me backwards until my calves hit the chaise.
I took it for the gift it was, letting myself fall back onto the lounge, a hand finding Eva's waist to yank her down into my lap.
Her arms looped around my neck, knees bracketing my legs as she ground against my rapidly hardening cock.
This kiss wasn’t slow or practiced—it was intense.
A drunken makeout full of panted moans and clashing teeth. My tongue licked into her mouth, and she opened easily for me, letting me taste her even further as I explored.
I pressed against her, using my grip on her hip to pull her against me in a heavy grind, but it wasn't enough. I wanted to be closer, to feel her wrapped around my cock again.
She moaned, hips kicking into motion of her own volition as we continued to kiss, the friction between our clothed bodies highlighting the quickly growing damp spot in my pants.
“Does that feel good?” I asked roughly, nipping at her jaw.
“Yeah,” she breathed. “Need more.”
Andfuck, did I want to give her more.
I let my hands drop, running them along her smooth thighs to the hem of her skirt.
My cock was so hard it was nearly painful, weeping precum with every heavy grind of her warm center against me. I let myself meet her movements in a feeble attempt to relieve any of the tension.
I’d never been this attracted to an omega before. Secondary gender had never really mattered to me, but I’d always preferredsomeone larger than me, someone who could tame the brat that liked to sneak out every once in a while. The way Indi did, or Cameo.
But with Eva? There was this attraction to her that I couldn't deny, her slick cunt a siren song to my hindbrain in a way I'd never felt with anyone else.
My hand moved further up, under the fabric of her skirt, until my fingers grazed the edge of her panties, finding her so slick soaked that I couldn't help but moan.
“God, you’re already drenched for me," I hissed, rewarding her with a heavy kiss. "So fucking needy, aren't you, princess?”
“I am,” she agreed on a whine. “You smell so good.”
I sank my teeth into her lip, not hard enough to break the skin, but enough to bruise. I gave it a hard tug before letting go, soothing away the little hurt with another kiss.
“Glad you like how I smell." And fuck, if that wasn't pride in my voice.
My fingers stayed above her slick panties, rubbing just shy of where she really wanted me, teasing.
This was probably way too hot and heavy for the hallway of a club, but I couldn’t bring myself to care. The excitement that Eva returned the feelings that I'd been too afraid to share with her made me feel drunker than any of the shots I'd taken.
“Like fucking syrup," she babbled, trying to ride my fingers. "And spun sugar, and apples, and butter…"
Huh?
Her words made me freeze, fingers and hips stilling.
Was she only fucking around with me because I smelled like my fucking alpha?
“Joon?” she asked, the confusion in her voice obvious. “What’s wrong?”
