“Fuck, are you okay?” He gasps, holding himself above me.
My legs lift, wrapping around his waist and holding him to me. “Make love to me, Teddy.” The need for him to move pulls at me, the intense desire to feel the way his cock drags against my insides takes over my brain. “Please. I need it.”
“You never ‘ave to beg, Dove.” Teddy’s soul connects with mine as he draws back slowly, and I’ve never felt so empty. But then, he fills me again in one smooth movement, and it’s like something inside of me is whole for the first time in my life. “I’m not gonna last long, you feel too good.”
This time the orgasm starts from deeper within, building slowly.
“Oh, Teddy,” I moan, my heels digging into his ass as he continues to thrust in and out. Soon, there’s no burn at all, and his pace picks up. My nails dig into his back, and he wraps an arm around my lower back, lifting me to meet him. He hits me at a different angle—and I shatter.
My pussy clenches and pulses around him as I scream my release, and then he’s groaning, my name on his lips as his hips stutter, his lips running across my cheeks, nose, eyelids as he empties himself inside me.
“Fuck,” he gasps, lowering me back down to the ground. “Are you okay? Did I ‘urt you?”
My heart is still pounding as I giggle, my legs falling from his waist. “I am so,sogood.”
He lets out a breathy laugh before falling onto the ground next to me. “Paint looks good on you, Dove.” I glance down at my body, noting the pigment nowcovering most of me, before meeting his eyes. His hair is purple now, his body matching mine in terms of paint smears.
“It looks good on you too.” The words are barely out of my mouth before he’s kissing me again, and we go for round two.
Chapter 19
Ethan
“Someone’s in a good mood this morning,” I note wryly from my spot at the stove as Teddy enters the kitchen, whistling to himself.
He snorts. “O’ course I am.”
Yeah. Of course he is. He spent nearly half the night coaxing the damn sexiest cries I’ve ever heard out of our omega, and the other half of the night shut inside the nest. Presumably snuggling, given the lack of moans.
I wisely used the time to look into the families Wren told Maverick about in regards to blackmailing her parents. Things are going much quicker than they would have without Wren’s help—the names she gave Maverick really allowed me to make decent headway.
“Don’t know wot you’re on about, mate.” He winks, going to the pantry opening the doors. “We got shite to make pancakes? Got to feed my omega after all the…strenuous exercise from last night.”
Bastard.
Joke’s on him, though—I’m already one step ahead. “Nope,” I smirk before taking a spatula and lifting a pancake from the pan on the stove, adding it to the stack on the counter.
Now that we know everything her parents did, I’m determined that she be able to eat all of life’s guilty pleasures—withoutthe guilt.
He snorts as his eyes land on the plate. “Good one. Thanks, mate—” Teddy reaches for the plate stacked with pancakes, and I swat his hand with my spatula.
“No,” I growl as he pulls his hand back in shock. “You had your date last night, you don’t get to monopolize the morning too.”
“Ohh, what smells so good?” Wren’s damn perfect voice calls from the doorway. She’s dressed in the fox onesie, looking cozy as hell, and I just want to wrap her up and hand-feed her pancakes all morning. My expression transforms from grumpy to elated at the sight of her.
“Pancakes.” I grin, jerking my head to the table. “Why don’t you sit? Breakfast will be ready in just a few.”
Teddy winces, his voice going quiet so only I can hear him. “Sorry. I wasn’t tryin’ to—”
“I know.” I sigh, clapping a hand on his shoulder. “I didn’t mean to snap. I just…” I fix him with a look, “didn’t get much sleep last night. And I can tell you that Maverick and Brennan are probably in the same boat. So do me a favor, you lucky bastard, and set the table?”
He winces again, before reaching into the cabinets to grab plates. “Fuck. Alright. Got it.”
Yeah. Being in a pack is going to take some getting used to, for all of us.
A moment later, I’m bringing the pancakes, bacon, and scrambled eggs to the kitchen table.
Wren’s eyes are wide as she watches me grab the bottle of maple syrup and set it next to the pancakes.
