Melody’s cheeks flush pink, but she doesn’t look away. Her lips part slightly, and I see the tip of her tongue dart out towet them. Her fingers grip the banister like it’s the only thing keeping her upright.
My alpha scent intensifies, and I see Melody’s knees buckle slightly as she grabs the banister tighter.
“Fucking hell,” I grunt. “So good for me. So fucking perfect.”
My hands fist in Finn’s hair, guiding him now rather than letting him set the pace. He surrenders to it beautifully, relaxing his throat to take me deeper.
“Fuck, I’m close,” I tell him, my voice strained.
He redoubles his efforts, one hand working what his mouth can’t reach, the other pressing firmly against my thigh.
I force my eyes to stay open, to keep watching Melody as pleasure builds. Her chest rises and falls rapidly with shallow breaths. One of her hands has moved from the banister to press against her waistband, not quite dipping lower but hovering there like she’s fighting the urge.
The thought of her touching herself while watching us is what does it.
“Fuck, I’m coming,” I roar, the words barely recognizable.
Finn stays with me, taking everything I give him. My vision whites out at the edges, but I don’t break eye contact with Melody. I want her to see this, to know what it would be like. To imagine herself in Finn’s place, or beside him, or between us both.
As the last pulses of pleasure fade, she turns and flees, practically sprinting back up the stairs. Her footsteps recede, followed by the soft click of a door closing.
Finn settles back on his heels, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. “Well, if she didn’t suspect a scent match before, she definitely knows now.”
I pull him closer, pressing a kiss to his temple. “I love you.”
20
Melody
Ishut my bedroom door and press my back against it, as if Gabe’s intense stare might follow me through solid wood.
I stagger away from the door, hands trembling, knees trembling. My breath comes in ragged, shallow gasps. My body feels like it’s been rewired, every nerve ending hot and over-sensitized, my skin prickling from scalp to toes. I collapse onto the edge of the bed because my legs won’t hold me upright, and it takes several seconds to realize I’ve been making a soft, keening sound in the back of my throat… something so animal and needy I almost don’t recognize it as mine.
Holy shit.
I just watched Finn give Gabe a blowjob.
And Gabe watched me watch them.
The air around me is thick with my scent, but stronger, sweeter, more intense than I’ve ever smelled it.
I’m perfuming.
Heavily.
Like a teenager experiencing her first heat.
Which is impossible. I’ve been on suppressants since I was eighteen. They’re medical-grade. Yet here I am, my body betraying me as if the suppressants are nothing more than breath mints.
I press my thighs together, trying to ignore the persistent throb between them. It doesn’t help. The image of what I just witnessed is seared into my brain.
Gabe, sprawled on the couch, powerful thighs spread wide. Finn on his knees, mouth working him with such obvious pleasure. And Gabe’s eyes, those intense green eyes, locked on mine the entire time.
“OMG!” I whimper, pressing the heels of my hands against my eyes.
Except for the way my body is reacting right now, it can only be one thing. It’s like my brain, my cells, my flipping DNA have received a new set of instructions:want this, need this, now.
I bury my face in the pillow and moan.
