Chapter 24
chapter
twenty-four
Bridget’s eyes go vacant as she watches me unbutton my shirt sleeves.
While I have her distracted, I slowly roll the cuffs up my forearms, giving Jesse a moment to decide how involved he wants to be.
The store’s easing pod is functional, but no-frills. I’m sure they keep the walls bare and the floor uncarpeted to ensure easy clean-up and maintenance. There are chairs—sturdy, lacquered ones that will wipe down without any fuss.
And a lock.
Bridget is too far gone to notice Jesse dropping the deadbolt. She fidgets with her clothes, a quiet whine vibrating in her throat as she paws at her overalls.
“Let me help you, little blue,” I murmur, summoning all my self-control to avoid whisking her into my arms. “Here.”
She lets me unhook one of the silver buckles over her breasts, but she trembles the entire time. I pause, reading her wide, glistening eyes.
“She doesn’t feel safe here,” I realize, turning to Jesse. “We need to be gentle.”
Is it us? Or the store? Either way, when I finish unsnapping her overalls, she gives another barely-there squeak, scratching at the buttons over her hips with one hand while the other grips the painted denim to her torso with manic fervor.
“Shh,” I hush, carefully replacing her fumbling fingers with my steady ones. Unfastening the buttons over her hips in four quick pops. “You don’t have to take care of yourself this time, Bridget. I promise I won’t take your clothes off if you don’t want me to.”
I flatten my palms to her sides, absorbing the warmth radiating beneath her tank top. “Why don’t you put my hands where you want them?” I hum, standing solid at her back. Ignoring the erection that throbs when her ass brushes the front of my trousers.
Bridget doesn’t take the same approach. As soon as she feels how hard she’s made me, she moans, pressing her backside tight to my groin. My fingers flex automatically, eliciting a breathless whimper as she scrabbles to position my hands where she wants them.
One instantly flies up to her stuttering chest. The other slips down into her overalls.
Fucking hell . She’s absolutely soaked with slick.
“My good girl is so ready for us,” I growl, skimming the waistband of her panties. “Here?” I ask, then stretch a few inches lower, rubbing her slit through the thin, wet cotton. “Or here?”
Bridget bucks into my hand, pouring fresh slick out. Jesse goes to his knees, inhaling deeply and shuffling closer. “Fucking fuck ,” he moans. “I want to lick her.”
Our omega reacts almost violently, jerking backward. I cast him a stern look before turning my face into her hair, whispering, “Hush now, baby girl. I won’t let anyone do anything you don’t want. Come here.”
This will be more comfortable for her if we’re sitting down. Dropping into the chair at the center of the room, I keep Bridget anchored to me, pulling her into my lap. I run my touch along her mound again, hoping to distract her before she can balk over letting me support her full weight.
Her spine arches on a beautiful, lusty keen. The movement presses the soft peak of her left breast into my waiting hand. I mold my fingers around it, grasping with precision. Avoiding the tip for the first few squeezes, knowing that will just make her more sensitive when I finally?—
“Alpha!” she gasps, gushing into her panties as I pinch her stiff nipple through her bra. She writhes, and I tease her more, strumming light touches over the fabric covering her core. Wetness seeps onto my fingers when her pussy sucks at the ruined panties.
Her need must be outweighing whatever caused her unease, because she starts to lower the front of the overalls. With more room, I cup her entire center, kneading my palm into her mound as I scrape my teeth over her shoulder.
Jesse’s Alpha reacts to the notion of mine marking her. His chest rumbles on a growl, even as he licks his lips and stares between Bridget’s thighs.
A smirk twists my mouth. “I think your other alpha needs a lesson, baby girl. Can he watch me touch you? Learn how to pet this pretty pussy?”
Bridget tosses her head in a desperate nod, leaving a swath of lemon sweetness along my jaw. My lungs heat, huffing in more. Turning my next command into a bark.
“ Take her pants off, Jesse . Slowly .”
He follows the order without a speck of resentment, carefully working the denim and damp panties off her hips. Her pussy comes into view, shaded by a thatch of the sweetest red curls. My chest tightens, aching.
“There you are, precious girl,” I purr.
Jesse leans a little closer, his expression flashing from slack-jawed awe to raging intensity. “Dante,” he growls. His pupils expand, eyes flying to Bridget’s bleary gaze.
He can scent our packmate on her. Which means they must have been busy last night after she got home…
The rest of Jesse’s meaning sinks in. If neither of us could tell she had hooked up with Dante until we took her bottoms off…
My purr breaks into a low snarl. I press my teeth into her neck to quell their sudden ache. “Did another alpha touch my pussy first, sweetheart?”
My scent must be strong enough to tell her just how fucking horny that makes me. Instead of quivering, our omega squirms, brazenly nodding and licking her lips again.
I land a sharp little slap to the side of her peaked breast, bending to whisper in her ear. “When I’m done making you come, you’re going to suck the taste of him right off my fingers.”
Bridget whines, thrusting her hips to press her soaked slit into my touch. I hum, a growly purr melding into her back while I spread her legs over mine to give Jesse a better view.
“ You ,” I bark, pinning him with another glare, “have a lot to learn. And it’s not going to happen if you’re distracted by your dick. No touching yourself. You’ll watch her come and put your hands on her pretty thighs if she’ll let you.”
He groans, head falling forward on a pant. “Fucking fine . But can I—” He swallows, catching himself. “Bee,” he corrects, “Can I put my hands on you?”
She hesitates just long enough for me to pause. But when she nods, a sudden rush of perfume proves how much she wants his attention.
I slap the side of her breast again, just hard enough to give her a jolt, before I clamp my thumb and forefinger over her nipple. She cries out, dribbling slick all over my lap. Combined with the way she grinds her pussy into my touch and her ass rubs against my fly.
God Almighty.
She couldn’t be any more perfect.
I tell her so, whispering praises while I work her clit with the pads of my fingers. She seems to prefer light touches… until she gets close to the edge. Then she begs for more, squirming for firm, circling swipes over the top of the pulsing bud.
Jesse watches her the entire time, running shaky palms over her thighs. Gathering her slick on his skin.
She comes when I finally snake my other hand down to join the first, stretching her fluttering muscles with two curved fingers.
I bite down on her shoulder with a bone-rattling roar, closing my eyes to focus on the feel of her slippery walls begging for a knot.
Knowing I’ll replay the sensation every time I stroke myself off.
Jesse gasps over a growl, bending at the waist as he sinks his teeth into her thigh. The bite is almost hard enough for me to bark at him—but I see why a moment later when a dark splotch of wetness appears at the front of his jeans.
He came just from watching her come. So maybe he doesn’t have quite as much to learn as I thought.
Smirking to myself, I lift my slick-covered fingers up to Bridget’s face. Our omega’s eyes are much more focused, but her lips still drop open in shock when I present her with the mess we made.
“Seriously?” she asks, breathless.
My smile widens. “Every drop,” I direct. “Or we start all over.”