I flushed, thinking of Theo’s gift yesterday. Was it wrong that I still wanted more?
“Unless you don’t want any presents. I’m sure we could return it,” Ben said teasingly at my lack of response.
I popped my head off his chest, my bottom lip automatically jutting into a pout. “You would take my presents away?”
“I don’t know, precious. Didn’t seem like you were interested.”
“No, I am,” I blurted out. “What is it?”
“Hmm, I’m not sure if I should ruin the surprise.”
“No, I think you should,” I said eagerly.
“The guys will be angry at me… but I suppose I could handle their anger if you give me something in exchange.”
“What do you want?” I asked suspiciously, taking in Ben’s gleeful expression.
“I want you to mark me,” he said, a slight blush creeping up his neck.
I raised my brows. Did he mean…?
“Umm… like a hickey,” he clarified.
Now it was my turn to grin. “You want me to give you a hickey?”
“Right here,” Ben said, pointing at a spot high on his neck.
My heart fluttered, and my omega preened with happiness. It hit me that she was ready to bond these alphas. She wanted to see her mark on them permanently. I knew I wasn’t there yet, wasn’t ready, but marking Ben in this way? Yes, that’s something I wanted.
“You drive a hard bargain,” I murmured, grinding myself against his hard cock. “But I guess it’s a fair trade.”
Ben’s eyes sparkled with delight, his grip on my backside tightening as I lowered my lips to his neck and started nipping and sucking. The taste of him was everything. I soaked up his scent as I sucked harder, wanting to make sure everyone would see my mark on him. He groaned, cupping the back of my head, holding me to him as he breathed me in.
“Feel what you do to me, precious? This is all for you.” Ben thrust his hips into mine, his cock rubbing deliciously against my clit. I pulled away, examining my handiwork. A deep red mark adorned his neck and I smiled, wiggling happily.
“How does it look?” he asked, eyes hooded.
“Like you’re mine,” I responded without thinking.
Ben’s lips parted and his expression turned tender. His fingers were featherlight against my face, running down across my lips before he captured them with his mouth. I got lost in his kiss, the taste and feel of him like lightning through my body. I tangled my fingers in his curls and tugged on them, needing to keep his face close to mine.
“Feels so good,” he gasped before nipping my bottom lip.
I whimpered, needing more.
“I’ve got you, precious,” he said, moving his hand down my body.
I arched into him as he tweaked my nipples, the hint of pain increasing my pleasure. My underwear was drenched and I perfumed, my scent filling the room. Ben licked the column of my throat and groaned. I was beyond reason, beyond coherent thought. All I knew was that I needed him closer to me, needed more of him.
“We need to stop,” Ben said between deep kisses.
I nipped his lower lip in protest and shook my head. He gripped my hips firmly, trying to hold me still on top of him, but all he did was increase my arousal.
“We need to stop so you can eat breakfast and then get ready for your present.”
The reminder that I was getting a gift helped me break through the fog of lust. I planted one more kiss on his lips before pulling away.
“What’s my present?” I asked eagerly, trailing my hand down Ben’s smooth chest.
