When I step into Eli’s place, the first thing I notice is the quiet.
The second thing I notice is the scent.
It hits me with a force, and my head tilts. My nostrils flare, greedily drinking in the scent of warm, wanton Omega mixed with Eli’s bright citrus. My Alpha instincts snap awake as I make my way into the kitchen, grabbing some strawberries from the fridge to munch on.
Time to go find the show.
The first thing I do is peek in on Amber. She’s snoozing soundly in the guest bedroom with Pickles sleeping by her side. Her little toes poke out from beneath the big comforter while Pickles’ body practically barricades her there.
“Good boy,” I whisper before easing her door closed.
Pickles’ tail gives a soft thump on the bed, and it makes me smile.
Seems Pickles may outdo our overprotective tendencies.
Just as the door clicks closed, a faint sound drifts from deeper down the hallway. A sound that stirs a hunger in my gut. It’s soft. Muffled. Aching in a way that makes my cock kick.
I grin as I make my way toward the sound.
When I slip into Eli’s room, I expect to find a show. But all I see is his bed, neatly made. Low voices come from the corner of his room before Lia’s breathy laugh turns into a moan that gets cut off halfway.
I close Eli’s bedroom door behind me and slink toward his bathroom door.
I bite down into a strawberry, their intermingled scents drawing me closer. As I approach the cracked bathroom door, I can hear their bodies slapping together.
I ease the door open with my fingers, and neither of them turn in my direction. I lean against the doorframe, taking another bite of the humongous strawberry as I watch the scene unfolding before my eyes.
Eli taking Lia from behind while she’s bent over the bathroom countertop.
Her shirt is yanked up, her heavy breasts on full display, while Eli’s got his hand cupped against her mouth from behind. His pants are dropped to the floor, and the sound of his balls smacking against her juicy clit stir my cock in my pants. I take another bite of my strawberry as I watch the two of them get lose in one another.
Eli, snapping his hips. Lia, mewling into the palm of his hand.
“You like taking this dick, Alley Cat?” Eli growls.
“Yes, oh fuck, Eli,” Lia’s muffled voice moans.
“Ohhh, fuck,” he snarls as he buries himself deep. “Take all of it like I know you can. This is what you wanted, right? To be filled?”
“Yes.”
“To be fucked?”
“Yes.”
“To come so hard you see stars?”
Lia whimpers out something that sounds like a desperate half-sob. “Yes, please, Eli. I’ll do anything.”
“That’s a pretty good deal if I ever heard one,” I say before I take another bite of my strawberry.
Eli’s eyes snap toward me. His hand falls from Lia’s mouth and her head drops to the bathroom countertop, heaving for air.
“When the fuck did you get here?” Eli asks.
I chew and swallow. “Few minutes ago.”
“Oh, god. Did we wake Amber?” Lia asks breathlessly.
