Chapter 9
Ireally thought we’d have to work up to the whole pegging idea, but apparently the scent match soulmate thing is no joke.
It was a test to see how they handled a challenge, and they passed with flying colors.
I had a feeling they’d be open to some different play, given I saw two of them swallowing down their pack leader’s cock like it was their favorite treat last night.
A shudder racks my spine as I recall the show they put on, fresh slick soaking into my bikini bottoms and spreading along my thighs.
Is giving them permission to bite me when I just learned their last names impulsive? Yeah. But I’ve never been patient and when you know, you know.
Their arousal permeates my nest. Tangy citrus tempered with sweet agave melts like honey over my tongue when Deacon crashes his mouth against mine. He’s not gentle or tentative, he’s taking what he wants, how he wants it.
Maverick cuts in, his scent brighter, more crisp. Some kind of melon but with…what is that? “What’s your scent?” I blurt out unceremoniously.
The alpha growls, his hand gripping the back of my neck possessively as he trails his nose along my throat. “Does it matter? You smell like fucking candy, baby girl.”
My core clenches, but now I’m distracted. I won’t be fully into this while my mind flits around trying to figure out his musk. He must be able to feel I’m not one hundred percent focused on his teasing because he pulls back with a sigh. “Itscucumbermelon.”
“What? Cucumber and melon? Is that what you said?” I can’t help but confirm since his words all came out in a rush.
“Cucumber melon,” he says clearer now.
“Like the body spray?!” I ask a little too shrilly. Deacon and Jake don’t bother holding in their laughter.
Maverick groans. “Yes. Like that body spray. It also comes in lotion, shampoo, a candle… don’t ask me how I know.” Poor guy stares at me, shoulders hunched, looking defeated. I should put him out of his misery.
“Sorry, alpha,” I croon, “It was just a shock of nostalgia. Doesn’t mean I won’t let you eat my pussy until you’re nearly drowning in my slick.”
“Fuck.” Both Deacon and Jake hiss at the same time. Maverick’s eyes go dark, but I turn to the last alpha, crooking my finger for him to come closer. When he does, I grip his collar and tug his body against mine.
“And you, pretty boy.” I lick up his neck, along his jaw until I reach his ear.
“You smell like cherries and dark chocolate. Quite a strong scent for such a subby puppy.” Jake’s eyes roll to the back of his head so far I’m almost afraid he’s gonna pass out.
His scent explodes, and I can’t wait to taste it straight from the source.
I push up on my toes and slant my mouth over his, slow but firm.
He opens for me on a moan and I lick into his mouth, my own perfume overlapping with the rest to create the perfect summer cocktail.
Releasing him from my grasp, I walk to my toy chest, swaying my hips extra sensually because I know it’ll drive them crazy.
The lid creaks a little as I lift it, but my focus is on the toy inside.
I bought this one on a whim when I was a little tipsy, but haven’t had an occasion to use it.
Picking it up, I untangle the straps before stroking the thick purple dildo attached to the harness.
I turn around and give the men a wicked grin, eyes locked on my new little alpha fuck toy.
“Strip.”