“You’re a bad liar, Revea,” he murmurs, voice laced in grit.
His gaze stays on my face when the tip of his finger notches against my entrance. My mouth parts.
“You’re soaked for me,” he hisses.
To prove his point, he slips his finger inside—fully. A moan falls from my lips, but it’s quickly smothered by his other hand.
“Shh,” he whispers, adding a second finger and pumping into me. “You need to be quiet, omega.” He keeps going. Another muffled sound escapes me. “Shh…”
He sinks deeper.
My eyes almost roll back from the feel of him and the thought of his packmates being so close, just behind that door, while he fucks me with his fingers…
It makes me even wetter.
“You like that, don’t you? Me playing with you while my packmates are oblivious next door?” He presses his forehead to mine, keeping my mouth covered as his fingers seem to go deeper.
“Fuck, Revea. You don’t like me? But look at you.” With his hold on my mouth, he tilts my chin down so I’m watching his fingers sliding in and out. “Look at this prettypussy taking my fingers, soaking me... Remember on the phone? What I said about how tight you’d be for me?”
I try to nod, but I’m drowning, every thrust so deep, so slow.
When he eases in a third finger, I cry out against his palm.
“Shh, omega,” he murmurs against my temple. “Let me get you ready for me.”
My eyes shoot open, and he catches it.
A dark laugh rumbles out. It shouldn’t make me wetter, but it does.
“Only if you come,” he adds, increasing his pace. “You won’t come if you don’t like me, right?” The brushes on my clit turn firmer. “You’re not gonna come on my fingers at the thought of my cock sinking into you next, huh? At the thought of you trying to hold in those little sexy moans as I fuck you on this counter, while my packmates sleep next door. You won’t come if you don’t want that...”
“Fuck.” My gasp is muffled against his palm as I explode, trembling around his fingers, whimpering, shaking, my pussy clenching around him.
“Oh no, baby, did you just come?” he teases in a dark rasp, slowing his pace as I keep coming.
“Fuck,” he growls, kissing my temple before his eyes drop down again. “So fucking pretty. That’s it, ride it out.”
My hips are moving on their own, riding the last bit of my orgasm over his fingers. He isn’t even moving them now; it’s all me.
When I’m finally done, I slump back against the steamy mirror, eyes shut.
His soft laughter echoes around me, and the next thing I know, there’s a cock against my entrance.
I shake my head. “I can’t,” I whisper, my clit still throbbing from the aftershocks.
He grips my hips, dragging me back to the edge. The tip of him slips between my folds, sliding up and down.
“Darlin’, we know your number is three.” His swollen tip is right there. “I think I need to fuck the liar out of you.”
He slowly inches in, and my mouth opens on a breathless gasp.
One hand remains on my hip, and the other slips to the back of my head, bringing our foreheads together again.
“Tell me if it gets too much,” he says, his act completely dropping, gaze filled with concern.
I nod, that’s all I can manage, and he takes that as confirmation to keep going.
He inches in. I gasp, “Fuck, Kaiden.”
