“It is scary to think about, but I’m happy it’s going to be with the four of you,” my voice is barely a whisper.
His eyes soften as he meets mine. “I am too.” It’s then that I realize our faces are only about an inch apart. If I wanted to, I could just move forward the slightest bit, and we’d be kissing.
The memory of his lips brushing against mine in his office yesterday sends a shiver through me. They had been so soft, but firm at the same time.
Dammit, Wren. Focus.
I look into his eyes. “Are you feeling better? Now that you’ve gotten some more sleep?”
He gives me a wry smile, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. “I am, yes. What about you? You seemed pretty tired yourself.”
“Exhausted,” I admit. “But I am also feeling a whole lot better now.”
“I bet,” he breathes, a small smirk ghosting at his lips as his hands run up and down my back. “You were up pretty late last night.”
I giggle. “Yeah, I—”
Wait.
My face flames, and I swallow. Did…did Teddy and I keep him from getting enough sleep? Actually, now that I think about it, both Ethan and Brennan seemed tired as well.
I should be embarrassed. I mean, I am, a little. But…not nearly as much as I am turned on by thought they all heard Teddy and me…together.
His words are rough, his gaze darkening. “Did you enjoy yourself, Baby Girl?” The embarrassed part of me wants to take over. Wants me to open my mouth and deny that we didanything, but…why would I do that? They know what happened. And if the hardness underneath me is any indication…maybe they even wished they were with us.
It’s a heady feeling, going from being viewed as practically worthless to someone that four amazing men genuinely want to spend time with.
I nod, my bottom lip tugging under my teeth.
His pupils are blown. “Did Teddy make you feel good for your first time? If he hurt you at all, you just say the word—”
My head shakes fervently as I sit up, my hands bracing his chest. “He didn’t hurt me. I mean, it was a stretch—” my face flames hotter at my choice of words, “but he…made sure I was ready first.”
His breath hitches, and this time when he shifts his hips, I can’t ignore the way he presses against my aching center. “Good. He better have.”
“Do you…” Dammit, this is dangerous territory, but it seems that my hormones have taken control of my mouth. “Do you want to know how he did that?” My hips shift slightly, the sensation sending a thrill through me. His hands land on my hips in response, his cock pulsing once. I don’t think I’ve ever noticed just how large his hands are compared to mine.
I can see the way his breathing is becoming more shallow. It’s obvious he wants me just as much as I want him. He nearly chokes out his words. “If you…wantto tell me, I can make sure he did it right.”
Sitting on top of this alpha, his eyes boring into my soul, his hands on my body and the evidence of his desire pushing against my core, I’ve never felt more powerful. More wanted. More beautiful.
My voice is rough as I nod. “Quality control is very important.” His fingers press into my hips.
“Quality control.” He nods back. “Can’t have my omega receiving sub-par pleasure.”
Another shiver runs through me at the way he says the word “pleasure”.
My hands run across his broad chest. “I…I made him show me how to hold him—”
His dick jumps again, and when his fingers dig into my hips, I find myself fighting the urge to move. “Youmadehim tell you?”
At the sheer awe in his voice, I lose the battle against all-out dry-humping the alpha, seeking the friction of his hard shaft against me. He hisses, his eyes snapping shut for just a second. I have no time to question whether or not I’ve just completelyembarrassed myself, because then he moves under me, his cock rubbing against my clothed pussy and filling my lower belly with warmth. If we were naked, we’d be fucking.
“I wanted to make sure I was doing it right.” My voice is breathless, watching the way my carefully controlled alpha starts to unravel underneath me.
“What a good girl,” he murmurs, his hands guiding me so that I can move against him easier. His breathing hitches as he looks up at me. “Then what happened?”
“I…” my breath catches, “he put me on the floor, covering us in paint. He tasted me…you know—”
