Tomorrow, she may hate me for this. Hate that her need drove us to this. But now? Her scent spikes. It’s thick and desperate and completely overwhelming. My own scent answers. Chocolate and hazelnut flooding the enclosed space. We smell amazing together.
Her pussy clamps and flutters around me. “Oh shit, that’s—”
“Graham, don’t you fucking stop until she comes.” Saint tilts forward, placing two fingers at her entrance once more.
To her he says, “Let’s see if you can climb over the edge.”
I grind into her as much as I can. We’re locked into place, so our movement is limited, but Lark continues to struggle, inching closer to the edge.
“Yes,” she cries, clutching onto Saint’s bad shoulder for support. He winces but continues to rub tight, mean circles on her swollen clit.
“Omega, I want you to come for your alpha,” Silas growls from the front seat. I catch the angle of the mirror and realize what he's doing. Watching us. Watching her.
Our pack alpha, driving seventy miles an hour, keeping us safe, and refusing to miss a single second of this.
“I’m so—” She rolls her hips again, tightening her grip on Saint’s shoulder. He bears it and continues until she’s soaring over the edge. And I’m right there with her. I empty inside her in waves, each one pulling a sound from me I don't recognize.
She falls back against my chest. I wrap my arm tightly around her.
“Feel better, beautiful?”
When she doesn’t answer, Saint whispers. “She’s asleep.”
He sniffs his slick-smeared fingers once, jaw tight, then wipes them on his T-shirt and adjusts himself before slumping back into his seat. I don’t think he meant to do that. Maybe doesn’t even realize he did.
I’m still locked inside her. She snuggles against me and the tight heat where we’re joined sends a slow pulse through my body. A purr starts, low and continuous and completely involuntary. She makes a small sound and burrows closer. I decide this is the best moment of my life so far.
We ride like that until we reach East Rock. Though I’m still slightly inflated, I’m able to slide out carefully. A mixture of slick and cum leaks onto my legs. I don’t mind. It smells like her. And me. Caramel and chocolate all tangled up together. I would bathe in it if she would let me. Although, I think my department chair might have objections to that.
“Lark, let’s wake up and get you dressed,” I urge. She’s groggy but rouses enough to wiggle her panties back on. She leaves her jeans on the floor along with her shoes. I manage to pull my pants up before she’s snoring softly in my arms once again.
When we pull in the garage, Saint is out of the car the second we stop, door hanging open behind him. Silas opens my door and helps me out. I carry her to my room. I’m not ready to let her go and I’m not sorry about it.
Lark
I blink awake. Confused. This is not my bed. Not my room. Warm hazelnut and chocolate wrap around me.
Graham,my omega purrs.
And then the memories come rushing back. I’m instantly mortified. I mean, we’d talked about it, but—
Yep, we did that.
I shush my omega and roll over to look at my alpha. My shame vanishes. He looks so at peace. A soft smile plays on his lips. I wonder if he’s dreaming of me.
His soft blonde curls are a tangled mess. He’s… adorable.
I ease the blanket down a little. Despite all we’ve shared, I’ve never seen him without his shirt. There’s ink splayed across his left shoulder and across his chest. The room is too dim tosee the details.
I almost open the blinds for a better look but stop myself. I want to trace every line on his body, but I won’t. Not yet. He deserves a little more rest.
As gently as possible, I climb from the bed, gather my things and Graham’s abandoned shirt, and head to my room for a quick shower.
Before I head downstairs to the kitchen I tuck Graham’s shirt under my pillow. I don’t go in for the omega nonsense, but this seems important. Necessary.
All three men are standing around the coffee machine. Saint is dressed for work, Silas is in jeans and a light sweater, and Graham is wearing gray sweatpants and his glasses and apparently nothing else, which my omega finds extremely important.
“Hey, beautiful. I couldn’t sleep without you.” Graham pulls me into his arms and kisses me, holding my bottom tight with his large, right hand. I’m lightheaded when he finally lets me go.
