Page 59 of Vendetta

I was grateful for what he’d done, but we both knew if I hadn’t been a scrappy fighter and smarter than both my alphas combined, I’d be someone else’s problem. My pack was a means to an end for all of us, but deep down I knew this girl was about to change everything.

The AC kicked on again, and she tugged the blanket up to her throat.

“Still cold?” I asked, sliding closer.

She side-eyed me hard. I liked her. She wasn’t one to sit back and let me get away with my bullshit.

“I’m fine.” Her eyes went back to the TV screen.

She might say she was fine, but I wasn’t buying it. She’d been inching her way toward me for the last few minutes. Plus, I was freezing my balls off. She could give up her coy act any time she wanted. Admittedly, I may have gone a little too far with the thermostat settings. I could fix it of course, but then she wouldn’t need to snuggle up against me for warmth like in a survival scenario where we were lost in the wilderness with only our body heat to keep us alive.

As soon as she was near enough, I casually draped my arm around her shoulders, inviting her even closer. It was a bit of a douche move, but these were desperate times, and it was as much for her good as it was for mine.

She needed us, we needed her.

At least I thought that was how scent-matches worked.

She didn’t seem to mind because she scooted right up against my side. Of course, she was a perfect fit, all soft curves and smoky roses and violets. Nico and Cruz’s reaction to her made so much sense now. Something about the way she arched her neck, using my arm as a pillow, made my teeth itch to sink into her flesh and mark her. Even if it wouldn’t initiate a bond until Nico did it, I still craved it. I wondered what she’d do if I tried.

My dick throbbed painfully in my pants, encouraging me to do something stupid. I ran the heel of my free hand down the growing ridge twitching under my sweats. Was it my imagination, or was her pulse fluttering faster in her throat? The urge to taste her was riding me hard. I had to stop looking at her, or I really was going to do something stupid. I turned my face, blinking the image of her soft skin away, but her fingers landed lightly on my jaw, coaxing me back to her. The warm, soft petals of her lips pressed against mine, hesitantly at first, but growing bolder when I didn’t pull away.

Her scent shifted, deeper and sweeter than it was before, drenching me in an avalanche of pheromones. She smelled addictive and dangerous, but I didn’t care. She was mine.

I groaned in appreciation as her lips parted for me, and my tongue lapped along hers. Finally, I was able to taste her like I’d been imagining all night. Her kiss was sweet like raspberries and red wine. She inhaled, and her breasts rose, pressing against my chest as I laid her back into the deep pillows.

Maybe this was going to get me shot by my own pack, but nothing about that mattered right now with her arching under me. Her seeking hands tore at the bottom of my shirt, and I reluctantly broke away to pull it off. Hers had ridden up, clinging to the bottom of her tits, showing off the soft skin of her stomach, and it had me desperate to see the rest. With my eyes glued to the widening expanse of bare skin, I pulled her shirt up over those juicy globes. Her dusky nipples were swollen, begging to be sucked, and when I lowered my lips to them, she squirmed, pressing them deeper into my mouth. My tongue went to work, flicking the hardening tip while I rolled the other one between my finger and thumb. She rewarded me with a moan so sexy, I almost lost it right there.

Fuck that, I wasn’t going to blow it like some inexperienced teenager.

“Rosa, baby, I need to be inside you so bad.”

Rosalina

The chill of his breath on my damp nipple was doing things to me. Things I was enjoying very much. My belly clenched again, and the warm flush of slick heated my skin. I craved him like nothing I’d ever felt before. I wanted him inside me in every possible way. A needy whimper tore from my lips as I pushed my sweats down my thighs.

Ollie sat up, staring hard at my face. His brows pulled together in thought. “Rosa, when was your last heat?”

My seeking hands found the waist of his pants and slipped inside. “Don’t know. A couple of years ago, maybe.” My fingers closed around his solid shaft, and I moaned just thinking about him sliding that long, silky length inside me. But I stopped, feeling something harder and slicker than skin rub against my fingers.

With my free hand, I pushed his sweats further down his hips and could just make out the glitter of metal bars running the length of the underside of his cock. He had a fucking Jacob’s Ladder. A long one at that. Saliva pooled on my tongue as I ducked under the covers. It was dark in the nest, only the flickering light from the TV sparkled across my target, but I found it, running my tongue up his length, flicking every bar as I went.

It went on forever until I reached the tip. The scent of French toast was overwhelming, and when I wrapped my lips around his swollen crown, the salty-sweet flavor coated my tongue. I moaned around him before taking him deeper into my throat. His startled chuckle was cut short with a grunt as he bucked his hips in appreciation.

“A couple of…” His words trailed off into a long groan. “You can’t—fuck. That’s not how—” He stuttered to a stop, eyes closing and head falling back. “Fuck Rosa, that’s not how suppressants are supposed to work.”

Every swirl of my tongue was rewarded with more of that luscious cinnamon nutmeg flavor and soul-rending groans.

I pulled my mouth off him. “I dunno, it’s been a while. Ollie, it’s so hot in here.” My clothes were too scratchy and thick. Sweat beaded on my skin. I needed them off.

“Fuck, baby, all you had to do was say so.” He grabbed my T-shirt and pulled it the rest of the way over my head while I kicked the sweats off onto the bed.

A deep hunger demanded attention, and I wrapped my lips around his pierced length again. Even with him in my mouth, I felt empty. I wanted something more, something that was just out of reach. While I was licking my fill of his cock, Ollie lay back in the pillows and watched me down his flat stomach. Beside him, he slid open a hidden cabinet, and inside were an array of colorful toys and bottles of lube.

Between groans, he managed to get a few words out. “We’re gonna need some help.”

After a distracted moment, he set his cell phone down inside the cabinet and pulled out a couple of the toys with thick knots at their bases. I shivered at the thought of his toys shoved inside me while I had Ollie’s cock down my throat.

His fingers slid into my hair, dragging me off him. “Don’t worry, babe, we’ll take care of you.” He gave me a dimpled smirk that could rival Nico’s any day. “Bring your ass over here.”