Chapter 10
Chapter
Ten
Dhara
My nerves grew worse the closer we got to August’s house. By the time he pulled into the driveway my legs were bouncing and I’d nearly chewed off my nails.
“Firecracker, we don’t have to do anything,” he promised me as he put the car in park and turned my way.
“I want to do this.” My voice was firm this time.
August grinned, flashing me his white teeth. His canines were slightly sharp, making him look almost wolfish as he silently celebrated.
My gaze flickered over his features, taking them in again with unclouded judgment. His muscles were bulging from years of hockey. He was a little bit bigger than an average delta. Not quite alpha status, but still strong. My fingers ached to reach out and touch him but I didn’t move.
August shifted slightly, but didn’t break the moment. He let me drink in my fill as if he knew how badly I needed this.
Every inch of his skin that I could see outside of his face was covered in ink. The back of his hands, arms, chest, neck, all held intricate artwork with pops of color.
His dark hair was short, but long enough that it was disheveled, like he had run his hand through it a few times. God, I longed to reach out my own hands and run them through it. To see if it was thick or soft. A physical reminder that he was real and this was happening.
His piercing, green eyes told me they saw right through all of my fears and anxieties, right down to the core of me. The part that wanted him so desperately that it made me irrational.
Because I knew the moment I gave in to him, tasted him, I wouldn’t be able to walk away.
“If you’re ready, we can go inside. We’ll take it slow. I’m just going to make you feel good,” he promised.
“No,” I husked. “This was about you teaching me how to make you feel good. Not me.”
“We’ll get to that,” he said with a smirk. Then his expression turned serious. “This is important. I don’t think that you’re going to be able to truly grasp any of this until you’ve had an orgasm yourself.”
My cheeks were flaming now and my chest heaved as panic flared. This was different.
We had a plan.
He didn’t say anything to reassure me as he got out of the truck and came around to my side. He held a hand out like a true gentleman.
August waited as I thought it over, finally finding the nerve to put my hand in his. He didn’t let me go as he led me up the driveway and onto the front porch.
He dug in his pocket and pulled out his keys, unlocking the door, pushing it open and pulling me inside.
The moment I stepped over the threshold I was hit with a mixture of all three of their scents. My omega was practically thrashing to get out now. She was breathing in deep, greedy, lungfuls. Committing their combined potent scents to memory.
August’s was sharper as he was standing beside me. The sharp lime, cedar, and basil weaving through the others.
Conrad’s was nearly as vibrant. His warm toasted coconut, vanilla, and ocean air was strong and steady. The alpha pheromones were easily detected as I breathed it in.
Then there was Lachlan. My other delta, the one I longed to get to know better, was tart and fresh. Blackberry, pine, and fresh rain. Sharp enough that it wasn’t forgotten or drowned out by the others.
My pack were all dominating in their own ways, but that was exactly what I needed. Men that were strong and unshakable, that could handle the baggage I brought to the table.
“This is us, baby. This is our pack. Breathe us in. You know this is right. That you belong with us,” August whispered in my ear.
“If I give in, it’s over,” I said, my eyes wild and desperate as I looked at him, pleading with him to understand. This was one last attempt at self-preservation.
Even though the last thing I wanted was to walk away now. I would much rather stay right here with him, breathing in our pack.
He rested a hand against my cheek. “It’s only the beginning, firecracker. We are going to figure this out. You’re ours and we won’t let you deal with this alone anymore.”
Then he was moving forward, inching closer ever so slowly. My lips tingled with the anticipation. My delta was giving me one last chance to back away and tell him no.
I stayed still. Almost a statue as he pressed his lips to mine. They were warm and soft, moving against my frozen lips.
His eyes met mine, making sure I was still with him. Then he pulled away from my lips, kissing my check, then neck, nibbing his way over my skin. When he reached that spot right below my ear my entire body shuddered at the sensation.
“Come on, firecracker. You can kiss me back.”
Then his lips were back on mine. He was more insistent this time. My brain was short-circuiting, but I forced myself to move.
I started to kiss him back. At first, it was clumsy. Then he pulled my hands and put one on his hip, the other he kept wrapped in his, fingers intertwining with mine, holding me steady and keeping me grounded as he guided the kiss.
A needy whimper escaped as he deepened the kiss. My entire body was waking up to my delta’s touch. My pussy throbbed, slick forming from such a simple kiss.
Only, it wasn’t simple. It was intense and perfect and I wanted more.
“There she is,” he practically purred against my lips, pressing his body closer yet as he devoured me.
A squeak escaped as he swept me up in his arms, holding me to him. I wrapped my legs around him, clinging to my delta as he carried me through the house like I weighed nothing.
He pushed through a door and then it was just his scent inside. It was so strong that my own scent perfumed in response. As if my omega was marking his room, ensuring he’d scent me here later when I was back home.
“Your omega likes me, doesn’t she?” he teased before laying me out on his bed. My chest was heaving now that he’d broken our kiss. I was so turned on that my entire body ached for more of his touch.
For his knot. I wanted to know what it felt like, though I knew he wasn’t going to give me that pleasure today.
“Can I see you?” His hands were resting at the hem of my work slacks, ready to pull them down the moment I gave him consent.
My hands instinctively went to cover my face as I nodded, ready to give in, but also embarrassed. What if he didn’t like what he saw?
“Don’t hide from me, omega,” he ordered for the second time today. His voice held a sharp edge that made me want to obey.
My hands fell away to find him focused fully on me as if the rest of the world didn’t exist. I’d never been the center of anyone’s world. Warmth spread through me. It was pleasant and calming.
Was this what it felt like to be seen? I could easily grow addicted to the way August Steele watched me.
He kept his intense, green eyes on me as he slowly pulled down my pants. When they got caught my shoes he leaned down and pulled those off, too, along with my socks.
“I want to see all of you, omega,” he breathed out, his voice rough.
Now all I was left in was my shirt and underwear. I tried not to care that they were just plain cotton ones with little flowers, cute and practical, but definitely not sexy.
Maybe if I didn’t have to give up all my extra money I’d have plenty saved to buy what I wanted. I could find out what made me feel sexy and powerful. Find real confidence.
“These are adorable,” he said before pulling them down, too, leaving me bare for him. He had a little smirk on his face and I could tell he meant it. August would never tease me in a moment like this.
I barely breathed as his eyes roamed over me. His fingers trailing down my thighs then continued all the way down to my ankles. Goosebumps erupted on my skin in response.
“You’re perfect,” August praised. His eyes flickered up to meet mine, locking me in place. Even with just a look he was commanding me to listen. To soak in his praise. The anticipation in his eyes was so strong that another shiver ran through me.
My scent was sweeter now, swelling around us as slick trickled down my bare thighs. Every cell in my body was electrified with this heady feeling. I’d never experienced anything like it before.
“You’re doing so good for me,” he said. His fingers were trailing back up my legs again, pushing my knees apart and exposing my pussy that was now right in front of his face.
More slick dripped in response, my pussy so wet and aching for this delta that had frozen me in place. I barely breathed as I waited for him to do something more.
He looked down, soaking in every exposed inch of me. His tongue darted out to wet his lips as if he could barely hold himself back. He didn’t mind how wet I was for him, slick enough the small patch of hair was dampened with it.
Not if the feral grin and deep breath he took were anything to go by.
“Can I taste you?” Even as he was teaching me what I liked, he was asking for consent. Making sure through every step of this that I was comfortable.
“Please,” I whimpered. It was breathy and needy. There was no hiding what this delta was doing to me.
His nose nudged against my skin as he trailed it back and forth over my thighs as he breathed in his fill where my scent was strongest. He spread my lips with his fingers, exposing every inch of me, taking in what I’d never shown another soul.
This was for him and him alone.
The first flick of his tongue had me almost jolting off the bed. He pressed his hands down on my thighs, holding me in place while still spreading me, and then he was feasting on me.
He took his time as he teased his tongue through my slick. His tongue was steady and certain, just enough pressure to make me squirm as he teased it around my clit then through my slick, creating a pattern that had me losing my mind.
Just as I’d started to relax he speared his tongue into my core, pressing as deep as he could go so his nose nudged my sensitive clit.
The shock of it was so intense it was hard to remember to breathe. I locked my fingers around his wrists. My grip likely bruising, but I couldn’t stop myself.