18. Lainey
Rhys’s explanation of what a pleasure Dom is and the knowledge that he is one has not even begun to process in my mind before he starts eating my pussy like a man starved.
He sucks on my clit until my legs shake before dipping his tongue inside of me, swirling it like he’s trying to get every last drop of slick before it even leaves my core.
“Oh my god!” I cry out. My nails are digging into the seat so hard I worry I’m going to rip the leather, but I also can’t find it in myself to care when Rhys is so thoroughly devouring me I feel like my soul might actually leave my body before he’s through.
“You taste un-fucking-real,” he groans into me. His tongue and teeth are everywhere, no part of me untouched by this talented alpha. Unlike my times with Lucky and Wyatt, there is no pheromone fog or imminent meltdown. This is just me and my alpha and his wickedly talented tongue.
My first orgasm hits like a freight train, making my whole body quiver, but Rhys doesn’t stop.
If anything, my pleasure seems to encourage him, and he redoubles his efforts, licking and sucking my oversensitive clit.
“Such a good fucking girl, coming so sweet for me,” he groans.
My feet are planted on the edge of the bench, but he tosses them over his shoulder and pulls me even closer, which I didn’t know was possible.
My hands are firmly gripped above my head, but I can’t stop my hips from rolling to meet each thrust of his tongue. “Rhys,” I moan. “That feels so good.”
He pulls back slightly, licking his lips.
“Good. But it’s about to feel a whole lot better,” he rumbles before plunging two fingers inside me, curling them inside me in a way that has me seeing stars.
I don’t know how many more orgasms I have before my body taps out because I lost count at six, but Rhys wasn’t kidding earlier.
When I finally come back to myself I’m a sweating, shaking, crying puddle of omega.
Rhys scoops me up, kissing the tears off my cheeks before guiding us back to the same position we were in before, my back to his chest and his hands on my belly.
It’s starting to look more like a bump and less like period bloat, which is why I wore leggings today.
Nothing else fits comfortably right now.
I know I should get up and offer to return the favor, but any time I try to move Rhys shushes me and guides me back down against him.
By the third time, my omega is starting to get a little bit twitchy.
She’s pissed we haven’t taken care of our alpha yet after he treated us so well.
I tilt my face up to his only to find his cheeks turning a fascinating shade of pink.
“Why won’t you let me touch you?” I ask.
Okay, maybe it’s a little bit more whine than question, but my omega is firmly in the driver’s seat right now while my forebrain relaxes in a pool of bliss.
Rhys cheeks only get darker, which is adorable. I never thought I would see this bad boy blush, but now I have and it is everything. He clears his throat, shifting slightly underneath me. “Let’s just say I really liked your taste.”
It takes longer than I would like to admit, but when I finally catch his meaning I gasp, whirling my jellied body around to face him fully.
Sure enough, when I glance down there’s a large wet spot on the front of his gray joggers.
My perfume, which had just started to settle down, explodes again.
The room is filled with the intoxicating combination of warm huckleberry pie and freshly-baked sugar cookies. I point. “Did you..?”
“Come in my pants while eating you out?” He nods. “Yep.”
My grin is so wide it could probably be seen from space. “Wow. I’m flattered.”
“You should be. You taste better than any dessert I’ve ever had. You’ll be lucky if I don’t start demanding to start my days with my face between your gorgeous thighs.”
I bite my lip, not hating the thought of that at all, and Rhys groans. “You’re gonna kill me.”
My lips tip up as I trail a finger down his slightly damp chest. “But what a way to go, right?”
Before he can respond, his phone dings. And then it dings again, and again, and several more times in rapid succession.
Rhys groans, dragging a hand down his face.
“My phone is constantly on Do Not Disturb. The only people that can get through are the guys, my parents, three of my siblings, and now you. I should check that.”
My mind gets caught on the three of his siblings part.
How many siblings does this alpha have? I know Lawson and Lucky’s parents passed away, but I don’t know anything about Rhys or Wyatt’s families.
I haven’t even tried to get to know them, and it makes me feel like the world’s worst omega and pack mate.
Suddenly Rhys barks out a laugh and turns his phone so I can see the text thread he’s pulled up. I can’t help but laugh too when I see the name of their chat.
Four Men and a Baby
Lucky
where the HELL is Lainey?
Wyatt
What do you mean?! I thought her last class was with you?
Lucky
It was, but she got sick after and then she wanted to see Posey. I left them sitting on a bench maybe two hours ago thinking I would meet her after her last class but she’s NOT HERE!
What the fuck do I DO
Law, can you send out an amber alert? That’s a thing, right?
Lawson
Yes, for missing children.
Lucky
Great, send one out. Right now. Offer a reward. We need to fucking find her
Wyatt
I can’t believe you lost our omega
Lucky
I DIDN’T MEAN TO
I was just trying to be a good alpha and give her friend time!
Lawson
We’re not putting out an amber alert for Lainey. I can feel her and she’s perfectly fine. If I had to guess, I’d say she’s with Rhys at the shop or at home. Not sure what his schedule is like today.
Rhys finally gives in and starts typing, keeping the phone held aloft so I can see it all in real time. He exits out of the thread and starts a new one, and this name makes me huff.
Four Men and a Baby (Mama)
Rhys
For the love of god, do not send out an amber alert or offer anyone reward money. I have our omega and she is more than fine
Lucky
What does that mean?
Rhys kisses the side of my head and pulls up the camera, snapping a photo of my flushed, slightly sweaty face and his smug smirk.
Rhys
Exhibit A:
*image attached*
Wyatt
I miss all the good stuff with this insane course load
Lucky
Looks like you’re not the only one who had an insane load today ;)
I choke on a laugh and grab my own phone, which slipped out of my pocket and onto the bench at some point.
Lainey
Unfortunately he is :(
Lucky
What does THAT mean??
Lainey
Lets just say I didn’t need to return the favor after Rhys spent god knows how long going down on me :)
Rhys growls playfully and nips at my neck. “You’re such a little troublemaker. I love it.”
And these men are trouble for my heart. So much more than I ever expected.