“Are you getting wet for me?” He asked between heavy breaths. “I miss sinking inside your perfect, slick bodies so damn much.”
“Yes,” I hissed, writhing on the couch, my ass clenching at air.
I missed the feeling of having my alpha inside me, too. Not only that, but I regretted not letting him knot me. I’d thought I could handle a few weeks of not experiencing it, but now I wished that I had thrown caution to the wind and let my alpha fill me up and lock himself inside me.
As it was, the thought was a reminder that I really did need to talk to Eric about taking the omega birth control pills. If I arranged that immediately, I would hopefully be all set for when my alpha returned…andthenhe could finally knot me.
“Spread your legs for me, beautiful, and let Dexter tell me how slick you are for us.”
I did as I was told, slinking down into my seat to part my thighs further. My eyes fluttered shut as Dex’s long fingers trailed down my taint and to my dripping hole. He made a pleased sound as he sucked on my earlobe, then he turned to the phone.
“You’re missing out on quite the treat, darling,” he taunted our alpha. “Our boy is so wet, you’d be forgiven for thinking him in heat.”
My cheeks flamed, but I bucked my hips, trying to encourage him to move those sexy as fuck fingers already.
A dark chuckle came from the phone, but my eyes felt too heavy from pleasure to open properly.
“And you, dear-heart? How slick are you?”
I whined in protest as Dexter’s fingers slipped from me. He turned in his seat to mimic my position, reaching between his thighs and arching from the couch with a gasped, “Soslick, alpha.”
“Mmmm,” Sergio’s hum was blissful and ragged all at once. “I want to watch you kiss and pleasure each other while you imagine me fucking you. Can you do that for me, my beautiful omegas?”
Was the sky blue? The grass green? The—oh, holy fuck.
Dex had wasted no time in plunging his fingers back inside me, curling to prod at my prostate. I cried out wordlessly at thesudden onslaught of pleasure; grinding down onto his hand to seek out more of the intense bursts of sensation.
Forgetting about the phone and the noises coming from its tinny speaker, I craned my neck, blindly searching for Dex’s mouth. I sighed and swallowed his moans, feeling desire and need crackle between us. Idly, I wondered how much more intense this would feel once we were bonded.
Ifwe can bond…
I shoved the doubt aside, not wanting it to interfere with the pleasant buzz beneath my skin. The slide of Dex’s tongue against mine. Our breathy sighs and whimpers. His fingers thrusting in and out of me, taking me to the edge of release while I clumsily fumbled to stroke his leaking cock.
“Oh, fuck, look at you both.” The compliments and praise lurking in Serge’s tone inched me closer to the precipice. “Nnngh, do you have any —ah— any idea how hot you are together? I’m going to…fuck…I’m about to come.”
Dex and I wrenched our mouths apart, breathing heavily, our hands still moving as we focused on our alpha. With our attention on him, he came apart, coming hard over his fist, belly and the crumpled white sheets.
The sounds he made, combined with the murmured confession that he was popping his knot, had me keening and erupting over my own abdomen, clenching around Dex’s fingers and coating him with a rush of slick.
“Jesus,” Dex hissed, bucking up frantically into my fist, turning bodily towards my side. I’d barely maintained my pace or hold on him, but that didn’t seem to matter, “ohgods.” Wet warmth splattered over my hand and thigh as he shuddered through a fast, but intense, orgasm of his own.
In the aftermath, after our heart rates settled and sleepy satisfaction swept over us, I giggled softly. The creeping doubt had eased away, erased by endorphins, Dex’s touch, and Serge’s soft words of praise.
“Two weeks,” our alpha said with a lazy smile of his own. “Two weeks and, even if I still have more to sort out, I will return. I promise.”
“We’ll hold you to that promise, old man,” Dexter replied before pressing a gentle kiss to my shoulder. “And if you haven’t returned, we will retrieve you ourselves.”
Closing my eyes, I grinned.
I liked the sound of that.
Two weeks sounded manageable when I was still floating in a post-orgasmic haze, but it felt like torture in practice. Dex must have felt the same way, because he was waspish and snarky, reminding me of the man he’d been when he first arrived in Shifters Sanctuary instead of the sweet mate I’d found at that fateful Unlocking party. In turn, I was irritable with him, hating that he was taking out his frustration on me — the mate who had stayed with him and not gone gallivanting over Europe.
We threw ourselves into our investigative efforts, both for the pack and for helping Sergio. I didn’t know about Dexter, but I was running myself ragged. Even the sex had dried up, because I felt exhausted to my marrow after spending most days travelingto and from nearby towns to carefully ask about procuring illegal scent blockers, then using what little free time I had reaching out to my contacts in Europe to try and organize shifter-friendly transport options for items that human Customs agents would probably seize if they discovered them in transit. On top of all that, I was also making time for Brandt and his kids, not wanting him to suspect anything was up with me. So, I was stressed, and tired, and desperately missing my mates. Even the one who was seated on the other end of the couch.
“Would you stop making that sound?” Dexter barked, and I scowled.
“What sound?”
