Chapter 16
chapter
sixteen
The alpha behind me feels familiar—and that’s all wrong.
It has to be, right? How could he be familiar ? I don’t know any alphas like this.
Not one who would rub his fingers along the insides of my arms while he bends to brush his mouth over my pulse. Not one who would groan softly against my skin or shudder when he tastes me.
Then, I feel his lips graze the burning ache in my throat.
His bite , some quiet, foggy part of me prompts. He has to ?—
Oh, but he knows what to do. The soft warmth of his upper lip skims the very outside of the tingling teeth marks, sweeping over them in a soothing brush. When I whimper, he hums another deep moan.
The sound straightens my spine, pressing my head back against something solid and broad that smells like…
Him .
His shoulder. It cradles my skull while my chest thrusts forward on a pant. One of his hands slides up from my arm to thread into my loose hair, tilting my head so he can lick me.
Oh. My. God.
Hot wetness slides over my thin skin, slowly dipping into each of the burning grooves his teeth left behind. My breath snags in my lungs as cold shivers race down my back and heat slips from my core.
I feel dizzy and depraved as my heartbeat pounds between my thighs, pouring more slick out of my pussy while I squirm. Needing, needing ?—
“Alpha!”
The sharp cry has a jagged edge. There are more noises around me. Growls, shuffling.
“He isn’t hurting her,” someone clips. “But bonding bites are touch-sensitive. Every time Tris touches it, she’ll feel…”
“Horny?” someone else guesses.
The serious voice replies, succinct and entirely correct, “Desperate.”
As if it’s agreeing with him, my body gushes more slick and perfume. Muffled curses blend with the serrated groan vibrating against my neck.
The fullness of the alpha’s lower lip begins rubbing at the other edge of his mark, gently grazing the indentations with slippery warmth and summer-scented breath.
My nipples peak into hard, stinging points, poking at whatever terrible material is covering them. I try to reach up and touch, but I have no coordination. My palms slap at the rubbery fabric until another whine rips from my throat .
“Shhh,” the low growl behind me rumbles. “Shhh, sweet one.”
Large hands slip into whatever material’s wrapped around me and engulf my breasts easily, their long fingers rolling my nipples into tingling points. Stars dance behind my eyelids, flashing in flares of light every time he pinches the sensitive tips and strokes them with his thumbs.
The haze feels thicker with every jolt of pleasure that streaks from my tits to the steady thump between my thighs. Another sound—high-pitched as the chilling screech of nails on glass—fills the room. It’s so jarring, a spike of panic impales my chest… which somehow makes the terrible noise even worse.
Oh God. Is my body melting ?
All of my muscles are jelly. Slick puddles under my bare butt. And there are alphas nearby, fighting.
I can suddenly sense them all—three, arguing urgently. “She needs you, Ave.”
The reply is heavily gritted. “If I move one single muscle, we’ll be dealing with a whole new bite. Spence should do it. He’s the most in control.”
Someone else disagrees. The serious alpha drops his voice into a low murmur. “It has to be you, Jonah. Avery shouldn’t risk it, and I… can’t?—”
The teeth at my throat scrape lightly over their pulsing indentations. Another whine blares through the room. There are movements and more mutters.
Until suddenly, a big, burly alpha looms right in front of me. He’s toasty and sweet, something unfamiliar and delicious that pairs perfectly with the summery smell enveloping me from behind. When I suck his scent into my lungs, they vibrate, my haze doubling.
His features swirl and blur, but I make out a wiry black beard and amber eyes. They flare wide, bewildered, and for a second, I want to cry .
He doesn’t want me. There’s something wrong with me. He probably thinks I’m just a silly little slut, too. And now ? —
The alpha dives to the floor.
Even kneeling in front of whatever I’m perched on, he’s tall enough to put his face level with my knees. Brawny, rough hands completely cover the sides of my thighs, flexing restlessly.
“Tell me what you want, manamea ,” he grunts, chest rattling.
Lord, I must really be losing it. Pretty sure that last word he said wasn’t in English, but maybe I’m just insane.
Insane and having a complete omega meltdown in some strange pack’s kitchen while their alpha tends to his bite mark by swirling his tongue around my pulse. Oh my God .
When I whine higher, the burly alpha’s eyes darken. His scent gets thicker, reacting to my need. “Do you want me to help you stay still? Or touch you?”
A sharp stab of relief slips into my gullet. Touch me , I want to scream. But another unintelligible screech is all I can scrape out.
As if testing my reply, his palms skim higher. I buck against the open air, trying to get closer to him.
The alpha behind me grumbles approvingly. His body presses into the seatback so tightly, I feel his suit jacket brush my sides. The hands on my tits tighten, kneading as the guy between my legs hesitates.
A snarl of frustration snags in my chest… and the next thing I know, my hands are gripping a full head of hair. Tugging at the dark roots. Guiding the big man’s face right to my pussy.
There’s a long moment of stillness. My breath stutters to a stop, and the alpha rubbing at his claiming mark pauses. But then the man I’m yanking on moans, deep and every bit as desperate as I feel.
The groan sinks between my hips. Perfume and slick pour out of me, drawing a snarl from the alpha lunging at the apex of my thighs.
“Fuck,” the one behind me says into my skin, sucking at his bite. “ Fuck . ”
Brawny hands snap my legs open. One broad finger hooks into the red strap covering my bare pussy, tugging it aside. I thrust up toward him, gripping the long coarse hair between my fingers even harder, pushing him exactly where I need him.
Even though there’s nothing I can do about it—no way to reason with my Omega when we’re this far gone—the fear is still there. Coiled tightly in my chest, telling me I have no right to demand anything from this alpha.
Or anyone, ever .
But the pack leader skates one of his hands off my tits to smooth a soothing caress down my sternum, almost like he’s trying to blot my anxiety out.
And the one between my legs? The humungous guy I’m manhandling?
He praises me.
“Good fucking girl,” he grinds out, yanking me to the edge of my seat. “Telling your alphas what you need, even when you can’t talk.”
He sounds like he’s panting. When I look down, I see that he is—his enormous shoulders rise and fall sharply while he stares between my legs like I’m a gateway to heaven.
And—God—how is that possibly making me even needier ?
I tug at his hair again. His teeth gnash, somewhere between a smile and a snarl. But his eyes leap over my shoulder and hold.
I don’t realize he’s waiting for his alpha’s permission until the muffled voice at my neck mumbles, “Kiss her, Jonah.”
Right, Jonah.
Jo .
Half a breath later, his wide, full mouth seals over my glistening pussy lips—and he freezes. A choked, pained sound reverberates over my mound, teasing my clit until a fresh burst of slick quivers out of my opening.
A deep, rougher roar echoes in his heaving chest. His body tweaks tight, twitching hard while his eyes flutter shut. Behind me, the other alpha makes a similar sound, sucking my neck and rolling my nipples harder.
As quickly as he froze, the burly alpha snaps his eyes open and looks down at everything he has in his mouth. With another broken groan, he flicks his tongue out, skating it between my lips and grinding the tip against the ring of muscle clenching at my core.
“So goddamn good ,” he husks. “Fucking perfect, manamea . I want this sweet little pussy to drown me .”
My fingers flex against his scalp, a whine breaking the tension in my lungs while the fingers kneading my breasts soften.
The lips at my throat alternate between sucking and rubbing, wet heat dipping into every mark. Soothing and setting me on fire at the same time, especially when he murmurs, “That’s a good omega. You going to ride my packmate’s face? Make him come in his pants again?”
Is that what just happened?
I don’t have time to process it because the strong, wide tongue between my thighs smooths a slow path up to my buzzing clit. And wraps around the whole thing.
The taut coil in my center pops, exploding in a white-hot flash of pleasure.
“Mm,” the alpha hums, lapping at me harder. “Give me another one. I’ll put my fingers in this perfect little pussy so it has something to clamp down on.”
An embarrassing squeal sloughs out of me as he doubles down, working my clit in soft nudges and hard licks, hooking two of those thick fingers into my soaked slit.
The roughened pads glide through trembling heat, my muscles clutching desperately at him. He loves that—delving his touch deeper while he moans against my swollen bud, plucking it gently between his lips and smoothing the top with his tongue.
Slick slides down his fingers and past his wrist. The hands cupping my breasts squeeze while the standing alpha fits his teeth back over his bite and clamps just hard enough to make me dizzy .
Their tongues work in tandem, the sinuous circles lapping faster and harder, sending my body into a violent spin cycle that I swear will break me apart.
Instead, all of my tension erupts again. Harder and deeper than before. Wrenching pulses contract in my core, tugging those big fingers as deep as they’ll go and earning another round of growls from both men.
My haze doesn’t burn off, though. I sway as the teeth at my throat and the lips brushing my core disappear. Four strong hands glide over my sides, my legs.
A rough voice floats into my brain, its words lost to the fog that pulls me under.