Page 50 of The Packaged Deal

He reaches between us and flicks open his pants. I break away from his kiss, resting my head on his shoulder to look down, watching in the dim light as he strokes his cock. My mouth waters, I want to taste him so bad. I want to feel him.

Addy lets go of his cock and undoes my pants. I’m so stunned I let him. Two seconds of shock, and my entire world shifts. His hand grips me with fingers softer than mine, but nothing like a woman’s. He strokes me, long with the perfect grip. I grit my teeth and rock into him.

“Addy!”

“Stop speaking, Sven,” the alpha rasps out.

He lets go of me, brings his hand up and spits in his hand. I watch as he reaches down between us again, and this time, he grips both our lengths in his massive hand.

I snarl and lift my head off his shoulder in time to open my mouth for Addy’s furious assault. One hand is wrapped around his nape, holding him to me, while I anchor myself with a hard grip on his hips with the other. I thrust into his hand and the fucker groans into my mouth.

He’s enjoying it. No, he’s loving it. I tear my mouth from his and nip his jaw, following the path down to his throat, where I lathe a hot kiss on his neck.

He whimpers and thrusts into me. I groan, and he tightens his grip just a bit. I want him naked; I want him on his knees; I want his ass. One day, I’m going to have them all, I vow to myself.

“Addy,” I whisper, and he looks at me, his eyes shining with the light from the moon. He’s beautiful. I’m so in love with this man, and there is no hiding it. “Addy.” It’s a plea for something, I don’t know, but his gaze softens.

He crushes our mouths together, taking control as he increases the pace. It’s frenetic now, almost violent, between us. We’re both fighting to pleasure the other. Thrusting into each other, chasing an end that is inevitable.

I reach up and grip the hair that I love so much and pull. He lifts his mouth from mine and growls. Our gazes clash, the air throbbing with the need and desire we’ve leaked into the room.

I reach between us, cover my hand over his, and move him, harder, faster. I don’t look away. Addy opens his mouth, a silent scream as he stiffens and comes in a hot explosion over my hand. I growl and thrust faster, my balls tighten. I get a tingling feeling in the base of my spine, and I look down at his hot fucking cock covered in his release that I gave him. My release sends my vision white. I slam myself against him, burying my face in his shoulder and groan. Addy holds me, squeezing my back tight, as if he’ll never let me go.

“Well, that was different,” I murmur.

Addy leans his head back on the wall. “One last goodbye. I just needed to have you once.”

My high seeps away as his words make sense. “You’re not leaving, Adrian.”

“You’re going to go and make up with Kandi, and I just needed this, once,” he waves his hand. “This. Having you, once. With you.” His words are wooden, like he’s trying really hard to hold himself back.

My snarl is vicious and deadly as I slam my hands against the wall, caging him in. How ridiculous. How insane. He’s not going anywhere. He’s mine. He’s- “My alpha.”

Addy’s eyes widen, and he opens his mouth to say something, but I shove my tongue viciously inside, stealing his voice, stealing his air, and taking what’s mine.

Things get fuzzy after that.

fourteen

Adrian

Sven is asleep. After his explosion of passion, he slumped and just got really tired. I helped him to the lounge and sat there watching him until he passed out.

What the fuck even was that? I mean, I know what the before was, but that last part, that terror I’d smelled in the air, the fury, and the way he’d taken possession of my body. He’d knelt at my feet and swallowed me into that hot heat that is his mouth. I’d been helpless even as I’d been aware there was something terribly, dangerously wrong. He’d worked me with no mercy, not allowing me even a moment’s thought. I’ve never, ever had anyone blow me the way he did, like it was his only mission in life, like he needed me inside him.

And when I came, he wouldn’t let me pull out. He held my hips, leaving bruising fingerprints, and swallowing my length as I gave up my seed to him.

My cock makes an attempt to get hard again, but I push the feelings aside because there’s still more I need to understand. He did that. Bordering on frenzied, bordering on insanity, and then he’d leaned in, while I was catching my breath, and he’d put his mouth on my inner thigh. He’d lathed his tongue over the spot. And then the fucking crazy prick had bitten me.

Not just bit me.

Sven bonded me.

I’m not going anywhere. Effectively removing my choices. I should be fucking pissed at him. This prick? What the actual fuck? But his bite on my skin? How long have I been fantasizing about this? Too long.

The spot throbs, and I rub it through my jeans. Sven murmurs in his sleep. I want to mark him back, put my teeth on his skin, let the bond go both ways, but I’m not going to do it while he isn’t in his right mind.

I shake my head and go into the back of the house, finding my spare bedroom and stepping into the shower. I was in two minds. Jade is…she’s something special, but whenever I think of living here with Sven or without him, the unrequited feelings of mine get too big and terrifying. I can only take so much rejection. Making the omega miserable would be the most awful thing I could do. I know she would be miserable if it was just me alone with her. I would never be enough.