23. Adler
TWENTY-THREE
Adler
I watch Sabs giving her friends long hugs.
After the masseuses also cancelled due to the traffic, we ended up hanging out with the girls for the rest of the night, and surprisingly, I had a great time.
Nail painting and Kady’s questioning aside, I just loved being around Sabs.
Her infectious energy lights up the room, so you can’t help but want to be around her.
Her remarks about Delilah’s cooking class had Faye crying from laughing so hard, and I loved seeing her fiercely protective side come out when Delilah mentioned how difficult she’s been finding the extra attention on campus since her bonding news went public.
Delilah waves us goodbye. “See you soon.”
“Thanks for all the food.” Faye beams at me. We sent her away with plenty of chocolate. “I had a great time.”
“Take good care of Sabs, okay?” Kady’s eyes narrow, then her expression softens. “And good luck, guys.”
“Good luck?” Sabs pops a hand on her hip. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
“We all know you’re a handful.” Kady laughs. She’s not wrong about that, but I fucking love how our omega always keeps us guessing. “Speak soon.”
“This way.” Drax ushers them down the driveway to his car. He insisted on driving everyone home.
“Your friends are great,” I tell her, meaning it.
“They are,” Sabs agrees proudly, madly waving as they climb into the backseat.
Luca admires his nails fondly. “My nails have never looked better.”
“Speak for yourself.” I grimace, gazing at mine. “I look like I’ve been scarfing down Cheetos.”
“Team colors, right?” Sabs nudges me in the ribs, staying on the doorstep until the gates open and the headlights of Drax’s car disappear.
I steer her back into the warmth. “So they seemed to like us…?”
I’ve never sought anyone’s approval before, but after seeing how much Sabs cares about the Stellas made me realize how much I desperately crave it from them.
“What’s wrong, Ace?” Sabs pinches my cheek, her tone playful. “You worried that not everyone loves you?”
“Just wanting to know if I need to make any extra fan club tees,” I joke.
“With the size of your head, I’m surprised you can fit through the doorway.” Luca rolls his eyes. “I’ll start cleaning up.”
“But seriously…” I grab Sabs’s wrist, tugging her toward me, craving her closeness as Luca heads into the kitchen. “Do you think we got the Stella seal of approval?”
Her long eyelashes catch the light as she looks up, her sweet cherry scent making my jeans suddenly feel too tight. “Yeah, I think you did.”
My heart soars as she inches onto her tiptoes, brushing her lips against mine. Her breath tastes like raspberry Sour Patch Kids, the slide of her tongue against mine feeling too fucking good. I’ve missed this. Missed every second there has been a gap between our bodies.
Our kissing grows urgent, my cock begging to be freed as she presses against me, her arousal intoxicatingly thick in the air. A tiny purr escapes her. The same purr I heard on our first night together, tapping directly into my alpha instincts.
Against all my better judgment, I force myself to pull away, panting. “I thought you wanted to wait…?”
She fists my shirt and violently tugs me in again. Her gaze full of longing and want, with zero hesitation. “I’m done waiting.”
That’s all the encouragement I need. My mouth is back on hers again as I hoist her up, cupping her ass as her legs wrap around me, squeezing my torso with impressive force.
I push her back against the wall, her sexy moans echoing around the vast space.
I kiss down her neck, flicking the tip of my tongue across her bond mark that’s started to heal, finding a home among her freckles.
A pulse of sheer, desperate need dashes through our shared connection in response. “You like that, huh?”
She digs her nails into my shoulders. “Do it again.”
I caress her healing mark with my tongue, swirling across the indentations my teeth made when I made her mine before lightly nibbling at it. Her thigh muscles clench around me as she whimpers.
Fuck, her scent sharpens, filling the entire space with her dizzying aroma. I’m sure it’d be enough to make the others come just from walking in the room.
“Ahem.”
Our heads turn at the sound of Luca clearing his throat, hovering in the doorway, holding what’s left of Faye’s avocado mask in a bowl.
“S-sorry to interrupt.” He looks at the floor. “I… uh… was wondering where you were. I can go.”
“No,” Sabs insists when he turns around. “Stay.”
“Are you…?” Luca’s gaze snaps to me, searching my face. “Sure?”
As much as I’d love to keep Sabs all to myself, I can’t do that forever.
Plus, it’s not like Luca and I haven’t shared girls in the past. We’ve had our fair share of puck bunnies after winning games, though I’m ashamed to admit that I can’t remember much about the girls we shared other than the fact that it all felt like a game.
I was immature, counting girls off like a fucking checklist, while Luca made sure they had everything they needed and got home safe. It’s not something I’m proud of.
With Sabs, it’s not like that. Nothing about this is a game. She’s the very reason for my existence, and if I’m going to share Sabs with someone for the first time, I’d want it to be with Luca.
I lick her bond mark one more time then reluctantly place her down, my body already screaming out for more of her soft skin. I release a rumbling growl as she moves toward Luca.
“I’m not going anywhere.” Sabs strokes my bicep, her touch causing fireworks to shimmy straight through me. “Promise.”
“You smell…” Luca’s Adam’s apple bobs.
“Pretty incredible?” Sabs supplies, oozing confidence as she slides one finger down his chest. She gently takes the bowl from his hands, shoving it carelessly between two trophies on the shelf behind him. “I know.”
Her syrupy cherry scent is addictive, and Luca looks like he wants to devour her. I know the feeling.
“I don’t want to interrupt—”
Sabs silences his doubts with a kiss, stealing his breath in a way only she knows how.
She’s like a magician with her ability to steal your oxygen while making every cell in your body buzz like it’s been set alight.
The only time I’ve ever experienced a feeling that’s anything close is the euphoria of scoring the winning goal on the ice, but Sabrina Maverick makes even that pale in comparison.
When she finally pulls away from him with a wet pop, Luca’s eyelids take a second to flutter open again. He sways as Sabs holds out her hand, inviting me to join them.
She resumes kissing Luca again, moaning against his lips as I come up behind her to slide the robe from her shoulders. She’s wearing a flimsy tank and teeny pajama shorts underneath. What a waste of fabric.
I skim my hands up her toned legs then over her round ass, groaning when I slide between her legs to find that the tops of her thighs are already wet.
“Is all this slick for us?” I murmur huskily, discovering that her shorts are also soaked through.
“Mm-hmm,” she groans into Luca’s mouth. “Yes, it’s all yours.”
I can’t resist slipping my fingers under her shorts to stroke her over her panties. Her pussy has sucked in all the fabric because of how wet she is.
“Nest.” I’m trembling with need, unable to wait any longer. “Now.”
She squeals as I rip her from Luca, her swollen lips pinching into a sassy pout before I throw her over my shoulder.
“Hey!” she yells. “Why do you always end up carrying me?”
“Because I’m quicker.”
“Do you want me to stay here…?” Luca’s arms fall limply at his sides, looking totally dumbstruck, like he can’t believe what just happened.
“Hell no!” Sabs roars, leaving no room for ambiguity. “You’re coming with us!”