Chapter Six #2
I couldn’t get words out, so I nodded. Oaks didn’t waste a moment, didn’t hesitate or second guess, he pulled my body flush against his as his lips found mine.
It wasn’t a punishing kiss. He took his time, tasting me, gentling his mouth against mine as I relaxed into him.
My hands were on his chest, feeling his heart beating just as loudly and demanding as mine.
The sensation was a boost to my confidence. He wanted this. Wanted me.
I teased my tongue along his lips, wanting to taste him. I had no idea if this was going to be a recurring instance, so I wanted to make the most of it. Wanted to feel Oaks against me, feel his passion and his arousal for me.
The longer we kissed, the more insistent he became. I hadn’t realized he was holding himself back, trying not to scare me off. The first time I hadn’t been ready. Now, I wanted him.
I ran my hands up his front, up his neck, until my fingers reached the back of his hair. The sides were short, but the top was long enough that it fell over his ears, giving me something to grab onto. I pressed onto my tiptoes, trying to turn the kiss into something more dramatic.
“Fuck, darlin.”
I chased his mouth, refusing for this moment to end because I knew if it did, I might not get another.
Oaks dragged his hands down my body, squeezing the globes of my butt before he pulled me up by the backs of my thighs, settling me on the counter.
It was unhygienic and I couldn’t have cared less.
I wrapped my legs around Oaks, keeping him pinned to my body.
Pressing against my core, I felt how he was hardening, felt how much he wanted me, and to know a male like Oaks, an alpha like Oaks wanted me . .. it made me ravenous to enjoy it.
His hands raced over my body, feeling my thighs, going up my ribs, wrapping around my nape and keeping me exactly how he wanted me.
Before that moment, I had never considered the back of my neck to be an erogenous zone, and yet, his grip there made my legs try to close around him even tighter, wishing I was keeping him actually inside me.
I rolled my hips, silently telling him what I wanted, what I needed. His scent was swimming around us so strongly that even I could scent him. The sweetest crackers along with the tinge of his arousal telling me exactly how much he was enjoying my touch.
I had to tear my mouth away in order to breathe, but Oaks didn’t seem to have that problem. He kept his lips on my skin, trailing them down my mouth to my neck, his kisses suddenly having teeth as he marked my skin.
My body had no idea how to react to that. The sound that came out of me was pitiful and I needed him to do it again. I needed him to bite me even if it wasn’t a proper claiming mark.
Never had a beta partner even played around with the idea of a claiming bite as arousal.
I’d never even allowed myself to consider it, thinking I’d never encounter a pack that would want a beta.
Would want me. But in that moment, I knew I’d been lying to myself.
I wanted it so badly. To belong to this pack. To be his.
“Oaks, please.” I would never admit I was begging for a bite.
Even in my state, I knew that was something out of my reach.
I just needed him to pretend. “Fuck.” The feeling of his mouth, biting and licking and sucking on my neck had me moments away from stripping and presenting for him.
I’d never been with an alpha, knew I wouldn’t be able to take his knot, but I’d give it my best effort.
“There it is.” Oaks mumbled the words into my neck.
It took my brain a long moment to realize what he’d said. I was breathing hard, nearly panting as I asked, “What?”
“Your scent. Your natural scent. It’s,” he groaned, “it’s so perfect, darlin.”
My body tensed before I forced myself to pretend to relax. And Oaks felt it.
“Ah, what’s that for?” He pulled back, looking over my face and neck, a large grin breaking out at whatever he saw.
His thumb came up to rub at a tender spot on my neck, and I honestly wouldn’t have been surprised if he’d left a little mark.
“You smell like chocolate. Like I could lick you right up and you’d taste delicious on my tongue.
” His tongue pressed against my neck as he hummed. “Delicious.”
“It isn’t appropriate for my scent—”
“None of that, darlin. Not now that I’ve tasted you, scented you ... you can’t control your bodies reactions, you should know that. Our scents get stronger when we’re feeling strongly, even aroused.”
“Alphas and omegas, sure. It could bother Atlas.”
“I assure you, it doesn’t.” Atlas’s words had me nearly leaping off the counter.
I hadn’t heard him come into the house, although that didn’t surprise me considering where all my attention had been a minute ago.
He was leaning against the entrance of the kitchen where the pocket door was hiding in the wall, looking like a model that should have been on a magazine.
Arms crossed, hip leaning against the wall, and pure lust in his eyes as he looked at me and his mate.
“So long as you let me scent you now. I’ve been dying of curiosity, pet.
It’s rare that my omega side makes demands, but I have to know. ”
He moved slowly, almost like he expected me to say no. I couldn’t find the words even if I wanted to. And I didn’t want to.
I had, however, expected Oaks to move, for the two to switch places.
I hadn’t expected Atlas to simply come up to my side, my left leg pressed between the two men as Atlas leaned in, his nose grazing my neck as he inhaled.
It should have been weird, yet my body was still riled from Oaks’s attention, and a shiver racked my body. I wanted more. Wanted both.
Atlas groaned, the sound vibrating against my neck. My core squeezed on nothing, complaining about the lack of attention. What I wouldn’t have given to take this to the next step. To feel one of them inside me. I felt like I might have been on the verge of begging for it.
Then a small timer went off, letting me know I needed to pull out some of the dishes from the oven. I gently shoved at the men and hopped off the counter, my feet tingling at the sudden impact.
I was fully aware of both Atlas and Oaks staring at me as I checked dishes, pulled out the bread, and started heating the water for the pasta.
Everett said he was only going to be about an hour late, so I started to slowly prepare the final touches, pretending like every minute detail needed my complete focus.
If I focused on this food, then we didn’t need to have a conversation about what just happened. About what it meant or didn’t mean.
Oaks had said that the others would want to taste me off his lips. Did that mean they were simply attracted to me? That they had an understanding that they could fuck outside the pack but not bring someone in and claim them? Did I want to be claimed by a pack?
There was more to bonding than simply being attracted to them and their scents and their personalities.
Alphas and omegas went off scent and instinct.
I didn’t have that same luxury to tell about compatibility.
If I wanted to be in this pack, I needed to show them that I could care for them.
Easy enough considering what I’d been hired to do.
I backed up, my body colliding with a wall that shouldn’t have been there.
“You ignoring us, pet?” Atlas asked. His hands were around my waist, his lips near my ear as he whispered.
I shook my head. A little lie. More like a fib, honestly.
He tsked. “I don’t know if I believe that.” His hands came to wrap around my stomach. They dipped just low enough to pinch the hem of my shirt’s fabric before his touch found its way underneath. “I can’t have you ignoring me. It’ll lead me to do something desperate for your attention.”
His hand was warm as he pressed his palm against my stomach.
It shouldn’t have been erotic. Yet it was.
His touch on my skin, his hand gently pressing against me as he pinned my body flush to his.
I felt how hard he was behind me, the stiffness of his jeans unable to hide the swelling of his length that was pressing into my back.
I wanted his hand to move, to dip lower, under my pants. He was taller than my usual partners, but I’d go on my tiptoes if that helped him reach exactly where I wanted him.
Just barely, his fingers twitched, and my head fell back against his chest, my eyes falling shut at just the hint of an idea of how he’d feel.
“Atlas.” His name was a plea from my lips. I needed him to do something, or I was going to break from the need inside me.
Slowly, so very, very slowly, his fingers dipped below my pants, just sliding along the skin there. The muscles under his touch seemed to tense of their own volition, a mix of ticklish and arousal.
The heat of another body pressed against my front. It took more effort than it should’ve to open my eyes, and then they shot open easily at the sight of Everett.
How were these men sneaking into their home so quietly?
I didn’t know what to say, what I could say considering no words were coming out. My lips parted, ready for my tongue to work, only nothing came out. I was blanking.
The way Everett was looking down at me, with his eyes fully trained on my lips, had me melting even more against Atlas. Seeing the arousal on his face, the way he looked at me like he wanted to devour me, I honestly couldn’t handle it. I had to close my eyes, to try and breathe through the arousal.
I was so wet that I was pretty sure I could’ve given an omega a run for their money with how much slick was ruining my underwear.
My core squeezed around nothing, a reminder of how empty I was.
This was a tortuous level of foreplay. I had never been so turned on in my life to the point where it was nearly painful that no one was inside me.