His hand collared my throat from behind, gently holding me in place as he leaned down and kissed my jaw. The move was so intense, so fuckingpossessive. My legs felt like jelly, and I leaned more of my weight into Lars.
“You smell so good, little omega. So sweet.” He inhaled like he was about to say something, but we were interrupted by the door opening. Easton stumbled out of the lighthouse, his eyes fixed on us.
“Well, well, well, what do we have here?”
I jumped and tried to move away from Lars, but his arms keptme in place. And then Easton was there, bringing a mouthwatering wave of chocolate hazelnut over me. Lars rotated me so I was facing Easton and I was pressed between their bodies.
I swallowed. “Lars was showing me the blueprints.”
Easton grinned. “Yes, I can see a lot of really important work is being done here.” His hands dropped to my hips, and I inhaled sharply. I wanted them closer, needed to be pressed tight between them until I couldn’t breathe anything except their delicious scents. Easton was wearing a shirt and I wanted to tear it off with my bare hands and lick his skin.
His fingers trailed up my side, tracing my curves and rolls, until they gently gripped my chin. “Oh, Olive.”
My chest squeezed. He said my name like it was something precious.
He lowered his forehead to mine. “Please, Olive, I’mbeggingyou. Put me out of my misery. Just one kiss, one taste of your sweetness. I won’t survive without it.”
My lips parted and I brushed my cheek against his, his stubble rubbing against my skin. My breath hitched. Was I dreaming?
Well, if this was a dream, I might as well take advantage.
“Yes,” I murmured. “Easton,yes.” The voice in the back of my head piped up, telling me I would regret this, that it would only cause me more pain and rejection down the road…
Easton ran his strong fingers down my jaw. Ever so slowly, he tilted my chin up, and then his lips were against mine. I’d expected Easton’s kiss to be as exuberant as the alpha, but it was slow, gentle, and exactly perfect. As if he knew exactly what I needed. I leaned into him, wrapping my fingers in his soft brown curls. When he pulled away, I was breathless and desperate for more, all thoughts in my head silenced.
“Even sweeter than I thought.” Easton placed little kisses down the side of my face. His lips dropped to my ear. “I wonder if other parts of you are this sweet.” I shivered in pleasure, and then Lars’s hands were on my waist as he turned me to face him. His eyes crinkled with his smile.
“Now you’ve done it. He might say he just wants one kiss, butI’ve never known Easton to just want one of anything.” He ran his fingers through my hair and twisted it around his hand, giving him control. “Especially something as perfect as this.”
He tugged on my hair, sending a shiver through me. Before I could overthink my actions, I ran my hands up Lars’s chest, feeling every ridge of muscle. We both groaned.
“Fuck, sweetheart,” he said before pressing his lips to mine. I melted into him, parting my lips to deepen the kiss.
Easton was pressed to my back, his hard cock nestled against me. And then his hands were gripping my ass hard.
Lars tightened his hold on my hair, tugging slightly to break our kiss. I whined, and he chuckled. “Our little needy omega. What should we do with her, Easton?”
“I say we strip her down right here and make her come on our cocks before filling her up. Preferably more than once.”
A whimper slipped through my lips.
“Do you want that? Will you let us make you feel good?” Lars asked.
I bit my lip and glanced at the lighthouse. “Where’s Finn?”
“He went to Briar’s Landing to source materials,” Lars said. “Won’t be back for the rest of the day.”
I should be grateful he wasn’t here. It was easier not to face him, but I couldn’t shake the feeling that Finn was intentionally avoiding me, and it made me feel strangely crushed. I should walk away from this, from them. The last time I got involved with someone in this pack, it ended up with me feeling discarded. But the swirl of scents around me made it hard to think clearly, and my bodycravedthem.
Easton pressed a kiss to my shoulder, and I wished I wasn’t wearing such a thick sweater. “What’s going on between you and Finn, sunshine?”
I shook my head.
What happened was between Finn and me. He’d accepted my revenge. Ate my pickle.
Fuck. Even that sounded dirty right now.
“Mmm,” Easton said, sounding like he didn’t believe me. I tensed, waiting for him to insist I tell them, but his fingerstrailed under my skirt. “These fucking tights. So sexy. Did you wear these just for us?”
