Chapter Twelve
Lawrence's hands find my hips as I kiss him. He gives me complete and total control for how far I want to take this. Something neither of us are prepared for is that once the dam broke, I can't piece it back together. The flow needs an outlet. And this man, the sweetheart that he is, just offered me pretty much the world.
I kiss him soft and then hard, alternating between the two trying to decide which one feels better. They're both the same. Kissing Lawrence is like finally finding my place in the world where I fit. Raising up, I strip my shirt over my head, taking my bra with it. His hands come up to cup my breasts before he sits up and takes one of them in his mouth and then the other, bringing my nipples to attention for him. The cold air hitting the wet peaks is a new sensation I'm not prepared for. Especially as he blows on them.
His hands drop to the front of my jeans and unbuttons them before he helps me slide them down my hips. Standing in front of him completely naked with only the moonlight to see by is strangely a powerful moment. Taking his shirt in my hands, I gently pull it off of him before doing the same with his pants. Now that we're both bare, I can't help but lean down and capture his lips with mine again. He falls back, pulling me with him. I'm forced to straddle him again or lay flat like an awkward log. So, I part my legs, immediately feeling him pressing against my entrance. I work my hips up and down the length of him before taking him in my hand and helping guide him inside. As with his height, Lawrence is longer than any of the others, and I worry for a second that he won't fit all the way in. It's a glorious moment when he finally does, bumping a barrier deep inside of me that he can't pass. It's borderline painful, but feels amazing.
Taking my time, I lift my hips and drop back down on him, making us both groan in pleasure. His hands move back to my breasts as I lean down to put them in his face. He lifts far enough to take my nipples in his mouth. I can feel myself squeezing around his cock every time that he does it. What started out slow, as my orgasm builds, I ride him faster and harder chasing it.
Going up on my knees, puts him at a different angle inside of me, making me cry out as I ride him that way. The small sounds escaping his parted lips lets me know that he's enjoying it just as much. One hand wraps around my thigh as the other works between us so that he can give my clit short little flicks. The sensation is different and turns me completely feral on top of him. I ride him hard and fast to the point to where he can't keep his hand between us any longer. Both of his hands slide behind my cheeks and he grasps them hard as he helps slam me down on his cock. The movement spreads my cheeks too, exposing my tiny hole. The thought of someone taking me there sends me right over the edge, pulling Lawrence right over with me. My hips slow but keep working to milk him for every drop he's willing to give me.
When I finally collapse on top of him, we're both breathing hard.
"I knew it'd be good," he admits between breaths, "but that was amazing. Give me about two minutes and we can go again."
Even growing soft, he's still tucked deep inside of me, so when I laugh, it feels so good that I get aftershocks and slip right into a moan. Lawrence holds to his promise too. Not once but three more times. We eventually make it to the bed and fall asleep.
Sometime later, I wake up to light on my face from the door opening. It shuts just as fast, but I hear someone in the room. Wrapped in the cocoon of Lawrence's arms, I think about waking him up. But Henry's voice calls out to me before I can.
"It's just me, love," he says with the rustling of fabric. "Scared me for a minute, because I couldn't find either one of you."
"Lawrence plays dirty," I tell him quietly as he crawls into bed with us.
He brushes the hair back from my face, kissing my cheeks, my nose, my eyes, and then my lips. "I blame all the monopoly we used to let him win."
I snicker quietly. "He showed me the nest."
I can feel his chest and belly moving as he tries to hold in his own laugh. "Go back to sleep. I'm going to stay, if you don't mind."
Henry has no care in the world that I'm naked with his packmate in a room meant for their pack omega. "Not if you don't."
His lips move to mine again as he whispers against them, "I'll always want you. No matter what."
What feels like five minutes later, there's a commotion somewhere in the house, and this time, I'm so tired that it takes longer to drag my eyes open.
"DARCI!" Saint bellows from what sounds like the second floor. "LAWRENCE! HENRY!"
I sit straight up in the bed, waking the two with me. Though, how they slept through Saint's yelling is beyond me. I've barely had the time to sit up before the door crashes open and the lights flicker on. Going from straight darkness to light burns, and I bury my face in my hands.
"What the hell, Saint?" Lawrence growls from behind me.
I'm able to crack my eyes open just far enough to watch Saint stomp over to the bed with Keaton and Banks storming into the room behind him. He roughly yanks me to the edge of the bed and out from under the blanket, exposing me to everyone in the room. Not that I'd normally mind, but I don't want to be manhandled either. I open my mouth to give him a piece of my mind when the big bad alpha collapses in front of me. His knees hit the floor with a loud thud and his head drops into my lap as he wraps his arms tightly around me.
Henry gets up and goes into the closet to retrieve a sheet to wrap around me. I give him a grateful smile before turning my attention back to Saint. "What happened?"
His sigh blows hot air across the top of my thigh. "There have been two more bodies found tonight, and another girl has gone missing."
"It came out over the radio," Keaton says. "We thought the worst."
"None of you were answering your phones," Banks says, sinking onto the round furniture and dropping his head into his hands.
I run my fingers through the short hair on Saint's head. "I'm fine. We're fine. It's okay. I'm sorry."
"Me too," Saint says, lifting his head and kissing my wrists that he'd used to pull me over to him. "I hope I didn't hurt you. I couldn't see sense for a minute."
"I'd have been the same," I admit. "I'm fine."
"We're normal guys, Darci," he confesses, confusing me. "Normal guys with normal jobs. We aren't rich like some packs that could offer you the world. We can't offer you that. We can offer you safety and protection. And more love than you will probably ever want. When I thought it was you tonight, I lost my mind. I never want to lose you. We need you."
Tears are building in my eyes. "But what about my brother and the evaluations testing to make sure I'm not going to turn out to be a killer?"
He shakes his head, but it's Banks that replies, "We all have to go through evals at some point. Anytime Saint fires his weapon. Anytime we lose someone in a fire. It's a normal thing. Your mom is being excessive and we need to put a stop to it, but don't feel like that makes you any part of who you are for it."
The tears spill down my cheeks, and Saint reaches up to wipe them away. Lawrence stretches behind me and moves to kiss the skin between my neck and shoulder as he murmurs, "See, I told you that we want to keep you."
My eyes flick up to Henry. He simply smiles and drops his lips to mine.
Okay then. Guess that decides that.
"Please don't hate me, but I don't want you going anywhere by yourself right now," Saint says, finally sitting back on his heels. "It's too dangerous, and I will lose it if something happens to you."
"Deal," I tell him, reaching for his hand. "I won't ever hate you."
He kisses my palm before Keaton stretches. "Well, guys, now that the excitement is over, I'm going to bed because I'm exhausted."
"We all need to," Saint agrees.
"Want to sleep with me tonight?" Henry offers.
I nod, wanting to finish what we started earlier. But I make sure that Saint is going to be okay first. He places a hard kiss on my lips. "I'm good now that I know you're okay. Go on."
I give the other three a kiss on my way out with Henry who takes my hand and leads us back down to his room.
I sigh as we enter and his scent envelopes me.
He peers at me curiously. "Do you not like your room? We can change it however you'd like to make you feel more comfortable."
I wind my arms around his waist and lay my head on his chest. "The room is perfect. It just doesn't smell like any of you. I like the way your spaces smell."
He lifts my chin and kisses it. "We'll change that tomorrow. Want to shower before we go to bed?"
"Yes, please," I reply, a shower sounding divine.
Pointing toward the bathroom, he says, "There's plenty of towels and everything else you need in there."
I start walking over, making it about halfway before I drop the sheet and glance at him over my shoulder, "You going to make a girl wash her own back?"
If I could save the heated look he gives me forever, I would. I'll just have to remember to keep putting it on there. As he slowly takes a step, I begin to feel like prey. I get the sudden urge to run, so I do. Of course, there's only so far one can go when the escape is blocked. He corners me in the bathroom, slamming his lips down on mine while his dark hair tickles my naked skin.
His surprise aggression is doing that thing where it's turning me feral. His white shirt gets torn off as he growls at having to break contact with me long enough to do it. He yanks his pants down with everything he's wearing with them, including his belt, not want to waste time with it. At some point without me realizing it, he's turned on the shower and moves us under the spray without breaking our kiss.
"You're so beautiful," he praises, pulling away to wash my body and my hair.
The feel of his hands all over me paired with his words are making me practically purr for him. Then it's my turn to return the favor, and I pay extra attention to his long hair and his cock. The latter really getting most of it. I squeeze and tug like it's going to help get it clean. Each movement is met with a small sound from Henry. When I reach down to cup him with my other hand, he loses it.
Slamming his mouth down on mine, he kisses me hard before quickly spinning me and bending my body over. I'm touching the floor with my slick mixing with the water as it runs down my legs. He eases himself inside of me, but that's as easy as he takes it. Once he's fully seated inside, he pulls out and slams back into me, moving faster until we reach a pace where I might fall over if he goes any faster.
I come once and then twice, crying out his name as I grasp at the floor for something to hold onto. I feel his knot start to swell, and I don't know if it's instincts or the fact that I've already made up my mind, or maybe a mixture of both but I start begging him to mark me.
The more I beg, the slower he starts to move until he withdraws completely, sucking a whine from my chest.
"Shh," he consoles, shutting off the water and grabbing a towel. "If you want my mark, I'll give it to you, but not like this."
His promise sends my belly into a spiral that pushes more slick out of me. He dries us both off, starting with me before leading us out to his bed. I climb up and lay on my back, dropping my legs open in invitation. He doesn't hesitate, crawling between them and giving my clit a quick couple of licks before coming the rest of the way and easily guiding himself back inside of me.
Before he starts to move, he lays on his elbows above me. "Tell me now, not in the throes of passion that you want my mark, because once it's done, it's forever."
"I'll always want you," I promise, sharing his own words with him.
This time when he starts moving, it's slow. He puts everything he feels into every arch of his hips until I'm a squirming puddle beneath him. When his knot starts to swell, I drag his lips to mine and don't let go until it finds that special place inside of me and I fall over the edge. Just when I think it can't possibly feel any better, his teeth sink into the skin of the spot between my shoulder and neck and I'm skyrocketed into oblivion. I may shout or cry. There's too much of everything all at once. All I know to do is to hold on tight to him and not let go.