Chapter 19 #2
“He told me.” Devin’s voice was stone, only a hint of desperation beneath it. “I’ll admit that it made me curious, and I’ve been thinking about you since you left. You’re in my pack, and I take care of everyone in my pack.”
My pulse was through the roof, my needs surging beneath my skin as I felt slick gather between my thighs.
“Oh, really? Even me?”
“Yes, you, omega. I will make sure all your needs are met.” There was a heavy pause, during which my pussy clamped around nothing, only the sound of Devin’s voice. “And you’re going to tell me if you’ve been neglecting yourself. Aren’t you?”
Again, I was nodding, even though Devin couldn’t see me. “Yes. I…I can do that.”
“Good. Now”—I heard rustling in the background, my mind conjuring up a million things that might mean— “tell me, little omega, have you been resting?”
“Yes.” I could sense the buildup in Devin’s tone.
“Have you been relaxing, enjoying some alone time?” More of that rustling-almost certainly the sound of fabric moving against itself.
“Yes.”
“And have you been…tending to yourself? Giving your body what it craves?”
Holy shit on a stick.
“Umm.” I could barely form words, my being humming with need, with arousal that was so sudden and intense that it almost hurt. “S-sometimes.”
“Tsk, tsk. That’s not good enough, Mable. I want you to correct that right now. I want to hear you take care of yourself for me.”
Was it possible that I was misreading this situation? Devin had been kind, exceedingly helpful, but he hadn’t really shown interest in me as much as the others. Still, I remembered the way he’d held me outside the coffee shop, and I paid attention to the sound of his voice right now.
He meant this. He meant every suggestive word.
“O-okay.” My voice trembled as I answered. “What…what do you want me to do?”
Jesus, who the fuck am I? You know what? I don’t care. I want this. Devin is undeniably attractive, and I felt that connection.
“What are you wearing, princess?” There was no confusing the sound of Devin’s growled words, and I wished that I could smell him right now, cover myself in his applewood-smoked sausage scent.
“Leggings and a T-shirt. Nothing fancy.”
“Take them off. Bra and panties too.”
Fuuuck. I whimpered into the phone before setting it down to shuck my clothes, tossing them in a pile outside my nest.
“Okay.” I sucked in a breath to regain my courage. “Now what?”
“How are you feeling, princess? Have you got slick on your thighs already?”
I reeled, slamming my eyes shut. This conversation had changed gears rather quickly, but there was no going back now. Not that I wanted to.
“Y-yes. Since you said you were curious.” Being honest with Devin felt compulsory, as if there was no chance in hell I could ever lie to him.
“That’s nice to hear.” Devin groaned, and all I could do was imagine what he might be doing with that other hand. “I want you to touch it, princess. Drag your finger across the edges. Tease yourself for me.”
A whine left me as I did as told, slipping my hand down until my fingers brushed over the juncture of my thighs, not delving in but hovering over where I wanted more. The skin of my thighs was slippery as I let them fall open, and I wandered my touch up toward my seam before backing down again.
I couldn’t stop the sounds that left me, all desperate and needy.
“That’s so good, princess. Do you want more?”
“Yes,” I answered immediately. “God, yes.”
“I want to hear you say please. I want to hear you ask me for permission.”
Devin’s words were like a drug that went straight to my pussy, and I arched off the bed as my hand continued to brush over my skin, too light to be enough. He was the pack lead, the grump who ran the show, and I had to admit that I had no problem pleading with him to get what I wanted.
“Please, Devin. Please. I need to touch myself.” A light bulb went off over my head, and I smiled, my eyes closing as I pictured him. “You said you would make sure I had what I needed. I need this.”
That hungry noise of his melted through the phone again, and my nerves sang. The sound was so damn good. I wanted to hear it in person.
Crap, Mable. Calm down.
“Touch yourself, princess. Let me hear your gratitude for giving you what you need so badly. Ugh.”
That last moan was more music to my ears, and I knew that Devin was stroking his cock.
I thought of how that would look as I finally pressed my fingers to my flesh, sliding the middle one between my folds and moving up and down.
I was already so on edge, tingles of lightning working through me as I ran my finger along my clit before toying with my entrance.
“Oh, god,” I whined, my hips moving on their own. “It’s so good.”
“Fuuuck, princess. Those sounds.” Devin growled, then hissed in a breath. “I could listen to you all damn night.”
This was totally wild. I hadn’t even been sure Devin actually liked me, and here we were having phone sex. My second time doing so with a member of Pack Garnett, and at this rate, it wasn’t going to be enough anymore. I needed these alphas, needed them in ways I didn’t understand.
I’d had sex with Percy and Saint, and I was dying to find out what it was like with Jasper and Devin too.
“I need to come. It’s been—ugh, please let me.”
I was lust-drunk, fingering myself fast and hard, but I hadn’t driven my fingers inside myself yet. I was waiting for Devin’s permission. I wanted to be a good girl for him.
“Dammit, omega. You’ve got me so worked up,” Devin gritted out. “Make yourself come for me. I need to hear it.”
That was all the permission I needed, and I plunged my fingers into my pussy, working them in and out quickly so that I’d fall over the edge for my alpha. I hooked them up, finding my G-spot, and cried out as the orgasm crashed through me, overwhelming and intense.
“That’s it, princess. Ugh, oh, fuck.” Devin’s voice sounded more distant as he cursed again, the words coming out on a guttural growl even deeper than the rest. “Mable!”
Just as he shouted my name, I peaked again through aftershocks that wouldn’t stop. He’d made himself come. To me. That was, by far, one of the hottest things on the planet.
Exhaustion clouded over me again, like the nap had done nothing, and I curled onto my side, nuzzling into my nest as I shut my eyes.
“I…tired now.”
A light chuckle echoed through the phone. “Get your sleep. I’ll set up an appointment with an OB. Talk soon…Maple.”
“Okay, grumpy. Bye.”