“Your scent is…” he groans, unashamedly, right down the phone.
“You found what Sylvan took?” I ask, trying to hide my own rasp.
“You mean your soaked panties he didn’t want to give up? Yes. Now they’re mine.”
“You… took them from him?” My hand slips under my waistband.
A low exhale. “I almost barked at him for them.”
I hold in my whimper as his voice lowers.
“Imagine what we’ll be like when we have you together. Not one of us willing to give you up. Desperate to have you, to taste you… Are you picturing it?”
“Yes,” I whisper, fingers trailing along my soaking centre.
“I have them wrapped around my cock right now, Revea,” he hisses, and I whimper as one finger slips inside.
I’m drenched,again. But this isn’t a heat spike. It’s purely Kaiden.
“Are you touching yourself, omega?” he rasps.
“Yes, alpha.”
There’s some movement, a door closing, something being shifted.
“Show me,” he orders, voice low. “Show me what you’re doing.”
All defiance—gone. He’s not even barking, doesn’t need to, and I’m pulling down my pants, scrambling with my phone, fingers fumbling as I try to find the camera button.
The second I do, I aim it at my entrance.
“Fuck me, Revea...” His deep groan has me clenching. “Such a pretty sight,” he croons, those words slipping into a moan. “But you can take more than two, darlin’. Add another.”
I whine and comply.
“Good omega, that’s it. I want you to imagine it’s me filling that pretty pussy. But I’m so much bigger, and my knot—” He cuts himself off on a hiss. “Fuck, it’ll be so tight. You’ll be stretched around it, I’ll have to ease it in… but you’ll take it, won’t you, omega?”
“Yes,” I whisper, lost to the image, to him, knowing he’s watching as I pump three fingers in and out so easily.
“Touch your clit. That’s it, like that, slow circles.”
“I’m… I’m so close,” I breathe, hips bucking.
“I know. I’m right there, squeezing my knot, picturing it’s you…” He’s so breathless, and it’s so hot. “You’re almost there… When you come, cry out my name, omega.”
That soft command is edged with a bark that tips me over the edge.
I’m coming and murmuring a pathetic, “Kaiden.”
Over and over.
But it’s enough. His deep growl of approval rumbles over me before a guttural groan follows.
“That’s it, Revea,” he pants. “Fuck, I’m coming so hard, don’t stop touching yourself. Not yet.”
I don’t, letting my body ride through the orgasm, clinging to the euphoria with my fingers still pumping in and out. I only slow when Kaiden’s breathing sounds steadier.
I fall back against the sofa, not realising my spine was arched.
