Chapter 21
twenty-one
The room is starting to go hazy at the edges by the time Asher and Dair shut the doors behind them.
For half a second, I worry it might get awkward, being alone with Bast. Like this .
But, of course, he is charm itself, casting a sly look around Asher’s bedroom and then giving me a conspiratorial smile. “I’ve never been left alone in here before,” he admits, rueful. “Should we unalphabetize his books? Or run his underwear up the flagpole?”
A trembling giggle tickles my throat. “All this time, I thought I was the only one not allowed in here.”
His face softens. “No, angel.” Another slight smile reveals one dimple. “In fact, I suspect you may be the only person allowed in here after today.”
The thought does not compute. None of this does, really. The fact that I’m here, in Asher’s room. With his packmate. And I’m—I’m?—
An omega , the little voice finishes.
Yeah.
That .
Denial tries to rear up every time someone says the word; but the aching, tingly cramps crouched low in my belly stop any doubts before they take hold.
Bast watches me squirm and gives a quiet humming sound. “Let’s get more comfortable, okay? Here.”
His body is like a cradle of muscle. With one fluid flex, his left arm secures me to his chest while his right keeps us balanced. His strong legs propel us backward in two shoves.
He doesn’t even skip a breath, effortlessly maneuvering us to the plush pile of pillows propped against Asher’s antique iron headboard. The deep, citrusy musk of the prince’s scent mingles with Bast’s toffee richness and the traces of cranberry tartness embedded in Dair’s T-shirt.
When the baron catches me sniffing the hem of black fabric, his purr deepens with approval. Tenderness mixes with the heat flickering in his blue eyes. “Do you want to leave Dair’s shirt on?”
My answering nod is shy. Some deep emotion passes over his face, and he swallows hard. “Okay, angel. How about these sweats?”
They’re actually pretty scratchy, which is silly. I know the fabric is soft—but somehow, it feels like sackcloth abrading the overheated skin between my thighs. An involuntary whine trips up my throat while I shimmy restlessly.
His irises flash. “All right,” he says, thicker, “I can take those for you, baby.”
I know I should be embarrassed, but as he smooths his hands down my sides, it’s all I can do not to moan out loud. His touch feels incredible —warm enough to raise goosebumps and soft enough to send tingles racing to my core.
He has callouses from all his hours of rowing. They scrape lightly as he slips his fingers under the loose waistband of Dair’s joggers and glides the material off me. The second cool air hits my thighs, I realize they’re wet—and not just a little bit.
Slick .
More of it seeps from my center when Bast rests one of his hands over the front of my panties, tracing the plain white waistband.
His fingertips send more aches spiraling through my middle while all the wet muscles inside me squeeze desperately. I whine, panting, and kick my feet free from the fabric pooled around my ankles.
“Shh,” Bast soothes. “I know, angel. I’m going to fix it, I promise.”
I’m mortified by how eager I am. When I squirm in his lap, I whimper, “I’m so sorry, I—I don’t know what’s wrong with me.”
Bast’s free hand floats up to cup my jaw, turning my head. He runs his straight nose down the length of mine and hesitates, hovering there for a long moment before finally pressing the softest, sweetest kiss to my mouth.
His lips rasp against mine. Warm and firm and soft all at once. He makes sure I feel it, then pulls back an inch to catch my gaze. “There’s nothing wrong with you at all. You need your alpha to take care of you.”
My stomach somersaults as pure need blooms through my body. A sweet scent— my perfume? —winds into the air. Bast groans, finding my mouth with his again.
This time, he isn’t as gentle. His tongue sweeps in, curling against mine until my core contracts. Feeling my spasm, he begins rubbing slow circles over the front of my soaked panties, murmuring praise between lush kisses.
“Perfect omega.”
“So gorgeous. So good for me.”
“Sweet angel, grinding this slick pussy into my hand.”
A haze creeps over my mind, blotting out reality and reason. Until there’s just his palm against the fabric covering my clit, salty richness blurring my thoughts, and his hot tongue in my mouth.
My body moves on its own, bucking between his hand and his lap, but he seems to approve .
“That’s it,” he grits. “You’ve got it. Should I put my fingers inside this sweet pussy next?”
A sharp sound vibrates out of me. The purr rumbling behind his bare chest edges dangerously close to a growl. The hand cupping my face drops to my breast, thumbing my tight nipple through the shirt that smells like another alpha.
Urgent pleasure snaps from the point pinched between his fingers, crackling down into my clenched pussy. Whatever tight, itchy material was covering my core disappears. Warm, perfect pressure slides down my slit, teasing the ring of muscle that desperately spasms at my opening.
I can’t remember his name or mine, but I don’t care. He’s perfect , holding me close while his fingers roll my aching nipples one at a time and carefully work themselves into my clutching heat.
The second he slips inside, a ragged groan sloughs out of the alpha. He rests his forehead against mine, rubbing his scent there as his hips pump underneath me in perfect time with the plunge of two thick fingers. Sensation streaks through my limbs as he twists his insistent strokes, pushing into a secret spot that throbs and running his thumb along my slick-coated clit at the same time.
Damp warmth seeps into the fabric under me, and my alpha hisses. The sound acts like a tripwire. My awareness evaporates, leaving my brain awash in smoke and glitter.
I don’t know anything, except what I need to do. Everything around me flips. Until I’m facing some big, black metal wall and the golden-haired alpha.
His mouth moves, but numb buzzing drowns out the words. My fingers snag on something, yanking a soaked waistband out of the way. So I can get to—to?—
That .
Hard girth springs up, smacking the tight lace of muscles shifting under my palm. Brawny hands clutch my hips and I nearly lose my balance, pleasure swarming to my core and pouring out.
A harsh growl breaks through the fog, along with a bark. “ Yes. Take what you need .”
I move. Broad heat expands under my hands. Solid strength flexes against my inner thighs. Something smooth and round kisses the desperately dripping opening spread over the body under mine.
“So good,” the alpha groans, his head falling back. “You gonna fuck me, love? Take this alpha cock?”
A sharp sound slices the air, and my hips follow, pumping straight down. Hot hardness splits my center, pressing part-way into the trembling muscles, screaming for more stretch.
The alpha snarls, gnashing his teeth. For a second, fear freezes me. I can’t find the voice in my middle anymore—or maybe she can’t find me , because I have a feeling I’m not the one in control anymore.
Either way, I can’t breathe until deep blue beams sink into me, glowing with urgent softness. “It’s okay, omega,” his deep voice vows, starting a new series of tingles in my core. “I want you to use me .”
Another bark. One that my body knows exactly what to do with.
It starts with shallow pumps, then plunges lower. And deeper. And harder . And?—
A ragged, masculine moan cracks up the alpha’s throat. He shifts, somehow caressing the aching pulse that the thickness lodged inside me can’t quite reach. I chase that sensation, bucking into his hand and his body until the tight throb in my middle bursts .
Every internal muscle locks down. Burned-sugar perfection tingles in my lungs when I gasp, crying out. A fierce roar rips from the alpha’s lips as his hips drop from mine in a sharp motion that leaves me bereft. My inner walls keep clutching as he tilts forward, his straining cock spraying all over his belly and mine.
The second his release hits my skin, languid heaviness rolls into my arms and legs, pleasure and relief leaving me limp.
The room dips and disappears for a minute… or maybe longer. When I finally manage to blink my eyes open, I’m bundled securely into Bast’s tan, muscled perfection as he croons to me over his purr. “So good for me. Shhh. I’m here, angel. Right here.”
Reason and reality come rushing back in.
Oh my God.
What have I done?