Chapter 22
C allie’s eyes were on me all evening. I wasn’t sure why she was watching me, but whenever I looked over at her, she would glance away.
“Movie night?” I suggested once we’d finished the pizza we’d had delivered.
“I like movies,” Callie replied.
“Pick something,” said Kai. “We have a million DVDs, or see what’s on streaming.”
I got the projector going while Callie combed through the movie choices and the others prepared all the snacks. She settled on an action-packed historical Cinderella retelling I remembered loving as a kid.
The others joined us while Callie was picking out the second movie for our double feature.
“Where do I sit?” she asked since we’d taken the front row of four chairs.
“Pick a lap, precious,” Diego said. “Or we can shuffle around if you want your own seat.”
Callie looked at each of us in turn, and I expected her to immediately go to Kai or Diego, but her gaze lingered on me. “Can I?”
She wanted to sit with me ?
When I didn’t immediately answer, she shrank back.
“Yes, sorry, of course you can sit with me. I just didn’t expect you to want to.” I patted my knee. “Come here.”
I scooted over, making space for her to plant her butt and curl her legs over my lap. Every inch of me was taut as a bowstring, unsure what to do with the omega in front of me. Was I supposed to put my arms around her? The others had all been intimate with her, and I had no idea what she wanted or expected of me. I should probably ask, but this didn’t feel like the appropriate moment to do that.
Callie wiggled around to get comfortable, tucking her head beneath my chin and wedging a bowl of popcorn on her lap. Kai and Diego both looked over longingly. Maybe we should take out the theater seating and replace it with a giant nest so more of us could touch her at once. Diego scooped up her legs by the ankle, propping them on the armrest between us so he could lay his hand over them.
Her candied apple scent was sweet in my nose, her body warm, and my hands shook when I settled one on her waist and the other on her shins. She didn’t tense and didn’t tell me off, only relaxing a little more. Amir got the movie going, transporting us to medieval France with its rolling countryside and misty mornings.
I couldn’t focus on the film at all with Callie so close. She smelled like heaven, and the more time that passed, the more she melted against me. I got bolder, mindlessly stroking her hair until she was purring. Amir’s gaze on us was like a tangible thing, but I couldn’t quite decide if he would prefer to drag her out of my arms and into his or if he was upset that she was there at all.
When we moved on to the next movie, another fairytale retelling turned action movie, Callie stretched out, still cradled on my lap, but with her legs across Diego, the tips of her toes reaching Kai’s armrest and her head resting on the one between Amir and me. Luckily the armrests were low and padded so it wasn’t too far off from a bed with laps to support her between them.
Amir’s fingers flexed like he was trying to stop himself from reaching out to her. I had nothing stopping me. Callie’s breathing turned shallow when I curled my fingers over her waist, resting my palm on her stomach in the gap between her top and shorts. Goosebumps prickled down her legs and her scent sweetened.
“Are you cold, sweetheart?”
Before she could answer, Amir was on his feet, grabbing blankets out of the storage bench at the back of the theater and tossing them over her.
I tried not to think of the great many things I could do unseen to Callie with a blanket over my hands. I glanced back down at her and found she wasn’t watching the film at all, but rather me , her lips slightly parted. My fingers twitched against her and she bit her lip, turning back to the movie. Did I imagine her thighs parting a little further?
I wanted to know what she felt like, to press my fingers into her and coax out some of the delicious sounds she had made during her heat. God, what I wouldn’t give for this omega to fall apart in my arms.
I wouldn’t take anything from her, not until everything was sorted, but I could give her something if that was what she wanted.
Callie wriggled restlessly, her ass grinding against my already hard cock, her scent rising by the second.
Amir snaked a hand over her throat, her scent exploding at the first contact, and he tilted her chin to look at him. “Use your words, omega. If you’re angling for attention, just say so. You’re going to drive poor Miles crazy, squirming on him like that.”
“It’s not my fault,” she said quietly. “Everyone smells really good.”
Amir stroked her jaw with his thumb. “I never said it was your fault; I said to use your words. Tell us what you want and who you want to touch you.”
“Miles,” she gasped out.
Oh, fuck. She really did want me.
Amir kept her pinned by the throat and Diego lifted one of her legs, letting her ankle rest on his shoulder to open her up for me. Fuck me. My hands were sweating like I was a nervous teen. I wiped my palms on my shirt. Callie’s shorts had a stretchy waistband and barely came to her mid-thigh, so I could easily access her.
She whined when my fingertips hovered for too long, trying to work up the courage to touch her. I swallowed hard, diverting in the other direction to sweep under her tank top and tease the soft curve of her breast, sweeping my thumb over her nipple. All of my muscles were so tense I could barely breathe, my hands shaking and desperate to stay on her. I couldn’t get my mouth on her in this current position, not without readjusting her.
Callie whined again, rolling her hips in a silent request.
“What did I tell you about words?” Amir tapped her cheek.
“Miles, please . I need more.”
Hearing her say that made me very glad I was an alpha and not a beta, or I’d have embarrassed myself coming in my pants.
I held my breath as I moved my hand beneath the blanket, under her waistband, and into her slick folds.
“Jesus Christ,” I whispered. “You’re so wet.”
Callie shuddered as I explored, squeezing her clit until she bucked against me. I teased lower, sliding one finger into her. Her pussy clenched around it and she immediately begged for another.
If I were struck dead in this moment, I would die the happiest fucking man on the planet. Listening to Callie pant and moan because my hands were on her was a gift I had never expected. Unlike the others, I didn’t have the benefit of sharing her heat and learning how her body worked, but I paid attention to every squeak and every caught breath, adjusting incrementally until I found a rhythm and angle that had her cries pitching. Her legs trembled and her hands dug into me wherever she could reach, her pussy clenching frantically. A few more circles around her clit with my thumb had her shattering, and pride filled my chest like a balloon.
I had made our omega come.
I eased her down slowly and when her breathing had recovered, she looked up at me with wide eyes and pink cheeks just visible in the light from the screen. Amir and Diego helped her sit up, all of us watching her. I rearranged her carefully, settling her on my lap so her back was to my chest.
“Watch the movie,” I instructed.
I kept my hands on her, doing a slow exploration of her body, tracing the softness of her thighs and stomach, down her arms, over and over until she got squirmy enough that I explored where she actually wanted my hands to be. I slipped down the straps of her tank top and bra, leaving her exposed, but her arms tangled.
Touching her was like being half-drunk. She made tiny sounds when I cupped her breasts and teased her to my heart’s content. As much as I would’ve loved to bury my cock into her and feel every squeeze of her cunt while I did this, I had to be patient.
When I did slip my fingers back into her, I kept my touch deliberately slow, too gentle and leisurely to make her come this time. I fully intended to work her into a frenzy and then let Kai and Diego take her up to the nest.
By the time the movie ended, Callie was a desperate, squirmy mess, and her slick had soaked into my lounge pants.
When the credits started to roll, I turned to Kai. “Come get your mate. She’s going to need a little bit more than I’ve given her.”
Kai scooped her up and Callie turned back to me. “You’re not coming?”
“Not today, sweetheart. Go have fun with Kai and Diego. We’ll get our time together.”
She pouted but didn’t protest as Kai absconded with her, and Diego followed behind him.
Amir nudged my shoulder. “What the fuck was that about? She was putty in your hands.”
“I just don’t feel comfortable taking more from her until everything with the company is settled down and I know nothing is going to come back and bite us in the ass.”
“It doesn’t have to be that deep, Miles,” Amir insisted. “This isn’t the old days when fucking a woman irreparably damaged her future. You’re allowed to just have fun.”
“So why aren’t you?” I countered.
“Mind your own fucking business.” Amir crossed his arms over his chest, glowering at me.
“Don’t look at me like that. You’ve already had her, so why aren’t you tripping over yourself to get back into her bed?”
“She’s Kai’s mate, not mine.”
“She’s our mate, Amir. Kai bonding her first doesn’t change that.”
“Can we cut down a little on the pot calling the kettle black here? We both have our own logic for not fucking her. Let’s just agree not to dig into each other’s reasons.”
“But now you’ve made me curious.”
“Sorry to disappoint. You’re gonna have to stay that way.”
He swept out of the theater, and I followed him for lack of anything better to do, turning off the projector on my way. He beelined for the courtyard, shucked his clothing down to his boxer briefs, and rinsed off under the deck shower before plunging into the pool. Maybe Amir had the right idea. Cold water would do me good right now.
I could hear Callie being taken apart upstairs, and my options were to get where I couldn’t hear her so I could calm down, or go upstairs and take care of myself, listening to her like an awkward stalker.
“Want some company?” I asked Amir.
“Not particularly,” he replied before dipping beneath the surface again.
Looked like awkward stalker was going to win. I took my walk of shame up to my room, leaving the door ajar just enough that I could still hear her. I stripped off the slick-soaked pants and dropped them by my pillow so I could get her scent all over my bed before stretching out, adding a bit of lube, and wrapping my hand around my cock.
I bucked my hips, fucking through my fist, the scent of her making me dizzy, and the distant sounds of her pleasure winding me up until the tension was simply too much and I exploded across my chest, her name on my lips.
I was so fucking gone for her it was ridiculous.