Chapter 38
Camille’s thigh presses against mine as she leans forward to roll the dice, and her tits jiggle in her low cut top when she claps with glee at the result. She moves her piece across the board, getting even closer to destroying the rest of us.
Not that I care at all about winning. Not when this gorgeous woman is sitting next to me, laughing and joking around with my pack.
River nudges me with his foot. “Earth to Jackson. It’s your turn.”
I yank my eyes away from Cami’s abundant cleavage and give her a sheepish grin. “Sorry.”
She snorts. “Hey, if my tits distract you enough to give me an edge, I won’t argue.”
My roll is abysmal, but my smile widens as I let my eyes drop back to her chest, blatantly ogling her now. “No arguments here, either.”
A flush creeps up her throat as a hint of her perfume wafts through the air.
I don’t miss how both Ambrose and River’s nostrils flare, or the way River’s hand grips his mate’s thigh.
Her omega pheromones may not affect me the same way as they would an alpha, but Camille doesn’t need them to cast a spell on me.
The undercurrent of sexual tension that’s been building since we finished dinner and headed into the living room to play a game grows with every passing moment. My dick has been hard since she teased me after I boasted I was unbeatable at this game and asked if we wanted to bet on that.
I’m about to lose that bet, and I couldn’t be happier to give her whatever prize she wants. Hopefully it involves my tongue and her dripping pussy.
Ambrose rolls and lets out a soft sigh, shaking his head at his terrible luck.
River grabs the older alpha’s chin and kisses his cheek. “Don’t pout, babe. You’ll get frown lines.”
Ambrose shoves at River’s shoulder. “I thought you said my wrinkles made me look distinguished!”
River chuckles and moves his hand to grip the back of his mate’s neck possessively, brushing his thumb against where his bonding bite mark is on Ambrose’s nape. “Mmm, you know I’m teasing.”
The way Ambrose shivers and the look they exchange has my skin heating and my dick gives a confused twitch that must be from the arousal that’s spilling down the bond from them.
“They do make you look distinguished,” Camille adds with a reassuring smile. Her cheeks flush at the exchange between the two alphas, and she looks like she’s trying hard not to stare. She chuckles. “Don’t worry, I’ll be right there with you soon.”
“No, you won’t,” Ambrose grumbles. “The influx of omega hormones in your system will delay signs of aging for at least another ten years. Maybe twenty. Depends on how long your omega wants you to be fertile.”
“Wait, what?” Camille’s mouth falls open. “What do you mean, ‘how long my omega wants to be fertile’? I’m not having kids in my forties!”
There’s a beat of silence and Camille’s scent grows a touch sour.
“Shit. I didn’t even think about that,” she mutters. “I… I’ve assumed for years that children were completely out of the picture for me. God, I’m such an idiot. Heats equal the biological urge to make sure an omega gets knocked up.”
Ambrose reaches across the table and squeezes Camille’s hand at the same time I rest mine on her back, rubbing a gentle circle pattern on her. River stiffens, like he’s unsure how to hold himself or how he should react to this topic of conversation.
“You’re not an idiot,” I say firmly. “I honestly hadn’t considered it either.” I was too focused on thoughts of our pack adding Camille to consider how that could end up expanding it even more.
“It’s alright, sweetheart,” Ambrose adds, smiling at her in reassurance. “There are no expectations from our end and many ways to make sure you don’t get pregnant unless you want to.”
We all wait for River to say something. He frowns slightly. “I’d like a kid, but it’s not a dealbreaker.”
“Hold on, what? Since when?” I ask, glaring at him. When I reach down the bond, I’m shocked to find he’s sincere.
“Since our pack started courting an omega. It’s not weird to think about. Don’t look at me like that. At least I’ve thought about where I stand on the subject,” River grumbles.
The comment is directed toward me, but Camille blanches. “I should’ve thought about it before agreeing to… I don’t know if I can do it.” A small whine escapes her and she claps a hand over her mouth in mortification.
River curses and reaches out to set his hand atop the one Ambrose has on Camille, knocking over most of the pieces on the game board. “I didn’t mean it for you. Shit, I’m sorry. I truly didn’t.”
She looks up at him with glassy eyes. “It’s okay. It’s my fucking omega freaking out when she thinks I’ve made my alpha upset.”
My alpha. The words make possessive alpha energy pulse through the bond from River.
Camille doesn’t realize what she’s said, but River looks dumbstruck.
Ambrose shoots me a sharp warning look, and I roll my eyes at him in reply. I’m not enough of a dumbass to point her words out and make everyone even more uncomfortable.
“No one is upset with you,” Ambrose murmurs, a purr rumbling in his chest. “Let’s table this topic for a while so we can all consider it. But please know, whatever you want, we’ll be okay with it.”
River gives her a curt nod and pulls away. “Yes. We will.”
There’s a long moment of silence and I worry that all the good vibes we’ve been building tonight have been ruined.
That won’t do.
I reach out and tip my game piece upright. It landed right at the finish line when it got scattered. “Would you look at this? I won, after all.”
Camille turns over her shoulder to look at me and scoffs indignantly. “No, you didn’t! We all saw I was going to win on the next turn.”
“Yes, but my piece is there now,” I say, shrugging.
“True, it is,” Ambrose adds hesitantly, going along with me as I poke my packmates through the bond to help me out.
“That’s not how the game works,” she huffs, crossing her arms over her chest.
River taps his chin. “I didn’t see anything in the rules against it.”
I clap my hands together in triumph. “Looks like I win! And I think I want to claim my prize right now.”
“This isn’t fair, I—Hey!” Camille squeals as I hoist her up off the floor and onto my shoulder in a fireman’s carry. “Put me down!”
Her perfume explodes around her despite her protests, and I give her ass a light smack. “Don’t wait up for us,” I say, waving to Ambrose and River.
They chuckle as I carry a wriggling Camille to the stairs.
My cock throbs against the zipper of my jeans at her indignant huffs and being allowed to manhandle my omega like this.
I kick open the door to my bedroom, glad I cleaned up before she came over, and set her down on the bed, immediately caging her against the mattress with my body.
“You’re such a dirty cheater,” she hisses, eyes bright with her desire.
“Says the woman who admitted to using her wiles as a distraction technique.” I grind my erection against her thigh and her breath hitches. “Do you know how hard it is to think when all my blood has gone to my cock?”
“Not my problem that you’re a perv who can’t stop staring at my breasts,” she bites back, her hips bucking to try to get out from under me. It only grinds me against her harder.
“Hey, you’re the one who fucked me with your tits while I was tied up. I can’t help that it’s all I think about now when I jerk off.”
A lopsided, cheeky smile curves across her plush pink lips, and a dimple forms in one cheek. It’s so damn cute and sexy.
I groan, dipping my head to bury my face between her glorious breasts. Palming one, I breathe in her warm scent as I circle her hard nipple through the lacy fabric of her top. She’s soft and comfortable and perfect.
“Mmm, I think maybe I’ll live here from now on,” I murmur against her skin.
Camille giggles, the breathy sound going straight to my heart. And my cock.
I look up at her, butterflies erupting in my stomach at the sight of this beautiful omega smiling at me like I’m something special. Like she’s just as happy to be here with me.
God, I’m so gone for this woman.
“That’s what you want as your prize?” Camille asks, cocking a brow at me.
“So you admit I won?” I tease, rolling her nipple between my thumb and forefinger.
She scoffs. “No. I was outnumbered by your cheating, devious pack.”
A devilish grin forms on my lips, and I pinch her nipple, savoring the hiss of pleasure-pain Camille releases. “I think you like being outnumbered by us, Cami.”
Her eyes grow hooded, but she shakes her head. “I…”
“I already know how much you like to be overwhelmed and controlled, gorgeous.” I tug the neckline of her top down and drop my mouth to tease her nipple through the thin mesh of her pale pink bra.
Camille gasps when my teeth graze against her breast, and I move to her other one, laving the firm bud with my tongue until the fabric is wet and clinging to her skin.
She grips my arm as her breath grows ragged and her perfume saturates the air. “Jackson, please,” she murmurs, arching her back.
Instead of giving her more, I pull back and sit up to gaze down at her, flushed and breathless, spread out on my bed like a wet dream.
“Mmm, there she is.” I ghost my hand up from her breast to cage her throat and her eyelashes flutter, her omega eager to submit. “So needy and impatient for my dick. But you remember what I like, don’t you?”
Defiance flashes behind her eyes, pushing her omega aside. “I do. You like being tied up and being edged until you’re a whimpering mess.”
I laugh at her unexpected retort, my dick bucking at the memory. I increase the pressure on her throat, fingers digging into the underside of her jaw. “So do you, Cami.”
Her pupils dilate and her legs fall open wider. I can feel how hot her pussy is even through the fabric of her pants and my jeans, and I fight to not let my eyes roll back at the sensation.
“Can we call a truce for tonight?” she whispers, her eyes focusing on my lips as she grips the waistband of my jeans. “I need you inside me.”