28. Mathan
Mathan
Ifeel like I’m dreaming as I open my arms, instinctively caging her hips.
My whole body is ramrod straight because I’m suddenly holding my omega. My ice-cold omega who snarled at us the first time we met and has had her guard up ever since.
She shuffles back, wiggling her ass, getting herself comfortable. But she also hunches up like she’s nervous, and I’m stumped as well.
I invited her as a joke to stop Orso and Artie from going too far, and now my tension has hiked so much that I don’t want to move an inch in case I do the wrong thing.
“Are you okay?” I ask softly as a shout echoes from Artie as Orso fires the puck straight at him.
“Don’t let me fall,” she whispers as she shakes her hips again, and I swallow my moan as she settles on me.
“We’ve told you before, we’re not going anywhere,” I say, resisting the urge to press my lips to her shoulders and explore her bare neck.
I've been fantasizing about hickey Orso gave her, wishing it was still there, even though I'm sure it's long gone. It’s a secret the four of us shared, and it’s set us on a new path.
Artie hasn’t stopped teasing Orso about the hickey when he found out; it pissed him off, especially because of how much Orso hates losing control.
Kallis’s shoulders lower, and a slow breath releases from her as she lets go of her weight. The way she leans back into my chest makes me feel like she trusts me, and it’s what I’ve hoped for for so long.
Maybe I don’t need anything more than this, but that’s just a lie. Because how can it be a fluke when I already know how sweet her lips taste?
Even though my hands shake, I still move, because it’s not going to be enough until I’m inside her.
Her fingers curl on her lap, and she watches my mates so intensely that it’s almost like it doesn’t matter that she’s snuggling into one of her alphas. Or Kallis’s version of snuggling.
“Are you really just going to use me like this?” I ask. “You don’t want anything else?”
“You’re the one who invited me to sit here, Mathan. What else did you expect me to do?”
She doesn’t look at me as she says that, but the tips of her ears are definitely pinkening.
“Fold your arms for me,” I ask, and she does it instantly. Every move she makes sends a thrill through me.
My throat bobs as I slide my hands forward, the first creeping down her thigh as I wrap the other around her stomach, holding her close.
My own stomach is rounded enough to stop her ass from getting to my crotch, and that’s for the better.
“You’re still too soft,” she murmurs.
“My mates say that I’m a perfect chair,” I reply.
“I’m sure there are many better ways to sit on you,” she says so simply that it rocks me.
Images beat into me of her holding me, riding me, pushing me too hard, and driving both of us over the edge as she uses me for her pleasure. Her loose hair could hide my hands as I cup her bare breasts, adoring her as she cried out for more.
Kallis’s ass shakes again, and this time I feel it in my cock.
“Are you doing that deliberately?” A growl rumbles from me as desire floods my body, my accent coming through as she tenses in my arms. How have we resisted her for so long? It doesn’t make sense for us to put up boundaries when it’s so right for us to be together.
She leans forward and looks at me properly over her shoulder. “Doing what? I’m just getting comfortable.” There’s the barest hint of a smile as her legs part over my thighs, lust clear in her gaze.
My mates feel the pulse go through me, and, from the lightest wisps of honey that curl around her, it looks like our omega already knows what she wants.