Page 36 of Lying Lainey

“Now, that I understand, but you should have spoken up after what happened. Plus, I distinctly remember you getting mad at me in return,” he countered.

“I will never be the other woman in a man’s life. All you told me was that you had someone, but you didn’t come clean with me either. It made me feel horrible for making a pass at you in the first place. Committed men are off limits,” I explained.

“Yes, but scent-pairs will never be the other woman, they will be the only woman,” Halstead stated. “Packs only have one Omega, and when you have a scent-pair, that’s it. The search is over, and you’ve met the perfect match.”

“What if you already had an Omega, and I came along and ruined everything?” I pressed.

“That’s not something you need to worry about because we don’t, and we never will now that we have you,” Halstead assured me before capturing my lips in another life-altering kiss that exceeded the one we had in my kitchen.

It was most likely because I was in heat, and any physical touch sent me through the roof, but I was here for it. Bring on the overstimulated endorphins and dopamine dump that made up the bubble I was existing in right now. My nails scraped along his scalp as I shifted the angle to kiss him deeper, making him groan. I hadn’t noticed we were moving until my back touched the surface of what I assumed to be the table. Halstead let his hands slide up my legs, pushing the fabric out of the way until it was bunched around my waist.

He drew back, looking down at me with an Alpha hunger so strong it made me grin. Right now, I was the trapped little bunny with the big burly bear looming over me, teeth bared, ready to eat me. My response to that was to let my legs fall open as he took a step back, and I released my hold on him.

“Fuck me, she wasn’t wearing underwear this whole time,” Kerian muttered in an almost pained voice.

“Look at her,” Quintin said, his voice having a tinge of awe to it. “She’s dripping wet, and her scent is making me want to bury my face between her legs and lap it all up.”

Seeing and feeling the three of them standing there watching me as I bared myself to them kicked my outrageous libido into supersonic. “Someone needs to touch or fuck me. I’m about to lose my mind with need.”

Halstead shrugged out of his jacket and handed it to Quintin, then rolled up his sleeves to reveal his forearms. God, it was like watching porn happen right before my very eyes. My breath quickened as I groped around for something to hold on to, or I was going to roll right off this table and tackle someone.

Kerian noticed my struggle and came around behind me, taking each hand, drawing them above my head, and pinned them to the table. “Be a good little vixen and stay right where you’ve been put.”

Now that Halstead tucked the length of his tie into his shirt to ensure it stayed out of the way, he pulled up a chair and sat before me. He traced my leg starting at my ankles, removing my heels, then let them stroke over my skin as he moved upward. When he got past my knees, he started to massage the flesh of my inner thigh, slowing his progress toward the holy land. I panted, watching his every move, small sounds of need and pleasure slipping through my lips.

This was pure torture.

“Quintin, can you hand me a small cup of the chocolate fondue and a spoon?” Halstead requested.

A moment later, Quintin was handing them over to him, but instead of going back to stand behind Halstead to watch, he came to stand at my side. Reaching out, he brushed a few strands of hair off my face that had been irritatingly close to my eye.

“You are simply ravishing, Lainey,” he remarked as his fingers traced along my jaw and his thumb brushed over my lips. “To think I would be gifted such an honor as to be your scent-pair alongside my packmates.”

I let my tongue flick out to lick the tip of his thumb, making him hiss with pleasure. “Kiss me, Quintin.”

“You want me to kiss you?” he asked, seeming genuinely surprised.

“Desperately,” I answered, arching my body toward him since I couldn’t draw him to me with my hands.

He seemed to hesitate for a moment, then let his fingers slide into my hair, cupping my head as he leaned over. His kiss was tentative, almost as if he was afraid to hurt me, so I nipped at his lower lip, making him jerk back from me. I watched as his intelligent green eyes searched my face.

“You’re not going to hurt me, I promise,” I assured him. “Kiss me just like you would your other lovers. I’m no different because I’m an Omega.”

“No, you’re different because you’re a woman,” he whispered just loud enough for me to hear. “I’ve never…”

I could feel myself melt at the sweetness of this man. “No matter the gender, if you kiss with your feelings, you will never be wrong. Same with sex. The mechanics are exactly the same, but I have a few more choices for where you want to thrust your cock into.”

Kerian snorted behind me. “I cannot believe you just said that.”

Shrugging, I smirked. “Well, it’s true.”

Before anything else could be said on the matter, something hot was being drizzled on my pussy, making me gasp. With Quintin still hovering over me, I couldn’t see past him to find out what the hell Halstead was doing down there. Then the sensation of his tongue stroking over my skin cleared all questions from my mind as I moaned. The beautiful bastard really had covered me in chocolate and was eating me like dessert. Arching, I squirmed my hips trying to get his mouth right where I wanted it, but the Alpha knew what he was doing and avoided putting any chocolate on my most needy part.

Quintin took this as the perfect opportunity to ease my suffering as he kissed me again. This time there was no hesitation, and he owned me as he thrust in his tongue, twining it with mine and making me whimper. I was utterly at these men’s mercy with Kerian holding my hands hostage while Quintin feasted on my mouth and Halstead reapplied his chocolate dessert to my body.

Just when I thought my body was going to explode with the pent-up need my heat was driving, Kerian took pity on me. “H, I think you need to give her something. At this point, she’s going to be perfuming so strongly they’ll be able to smell it in the next room. Then we’re going to end up with a restaurant of horny Alphas looking for the Omega in heat.”

Halstead didn’t say a word one way or the other. He simply dragged his knuckles through my slick, letting his fingers run on either side of my clit, making me scream into Quintin’s mouth. When he got to my entrance, he straightened his fingers and slipped them inside. There was no resistance as my body welcomed the intrusion with open arms begging for more. With a skill I’ve never experienced before, he used his fingers to stroke in a rhythmic fashion as if tapping out the beat of a song. Yet somehow, he managed to have his fingers hit my G-spot every time.