Page 33 of Pack’s Prize

“Touch me, Theo,please,” I moaned. “I can’t–”

One finger slipped through the wetness, across my swollen, needy clit, and I nearly cried out, before remembering when I was. In Theo’s office. In the back of an art gallery. During a well-attended party. I swallowed back my moan for a moment, but then–

His thumb swirled over my clit again, hard, and two fingers plunged inside, and I sobbed as I came, short and sharp, over his digits.

“Fuck,” he said, staring at where his fingers disappeared into my body. I was wet, a pool of slick beginning to puddle under me on the desk, and I was thankful that he’d tucked my dress away. “You’re so sensitive. I’d forgotten…”

He trailed off as he fucked his fingers into me again, the tendons of his wrist moving as he stroked me from the inside, his thumb still pressed into my clit, moving in small circles. I gasped, jerking my hips toward him, looking for more. I was already so close again.

“Don’t move,” he said, and knelt. He looked up at me from between my knees, his eyes molten brown, gold flecks seeming to dance under the surface, and slowly, slowly, lowered his lips to my slick core, tonguing over me in delicate, teasing licks, than in broad strokes as his fingers thrust into me again and again.

His warm tongue on my hot cunt, his long, dextrous fingers stretching me open, so much and yet not enough, the mere fact of being in his office, separated from a party by only a door–all paled in comparison to the sight of Theo’s dark head between my legs as I sat spread wide for him on his desk.

I’d never had an alpha kneel like this for me before.

I came for a second time as the realization hit me, nearly collapsing backwards onto the untidy piles of papers on his desk, and before I could catch my breath, he was there, his tongue thrusting my own flavor between my teeth, sweet like honey, one hand deftly undoing his belt and pants button and fly, and then the crown of his cock was against my entrance, and he was looking at me again with that question in his eyes, and I was only halfway through my nod when he plunged into me.

There was no stopping my cry, this time, a garbled “alpha,” as he bottomed out in one long thrust, stretching me open over his length, his hips snapping against my own as he held me tight to his chest with one strong arm.

“Omega,” he growled, and his other hand found my breast, squeezing and pinching my nipple lightly, as he had done that first night, when I’d sat on his lap and watched Michael and Elias and–

“Ah!” I cried again, my body tightening around him as I came once more, and then he was coming too, his cock flexing and pulsing inside me, against my oversensitive walls.

“Fuck,” he said, his hips still jerking as he rode out the aftershocks of his orgasm. “Fuck, Ava–oméga.” He was panting, his mouth against my neck, his hot breath tickling my skin, making me want more: lips, and teeth. I let my head drop back, as I tried to catch my own breath.

He drew out, then pushed back in again, making me squirm. He was still hard, and he parted me easily, like steel into velvet.

“Oméga,” he purred, running his nose against my neck, “do you need more? Do you want more, darling?”

Yes, I wanted more.I wanted him to fuck his length into me again and again until he knotted me, right here on this desk, until I was delirious with heat fever and didn’t care who heard me when I screamed his name–or more likely, his title.Alpha, alpha, alpha.The word sang through my veins even now. But…

“No,” I forced myself to say. My body was cooling, sated for the moment, and we were in public. This was supposed to be Theo’s night, not mine. Michael’s. If he fucked me again, if he knotted me, it would be all over.

His forehead dropped against my shoulder as he slowed the movement of his hips, his cock buried deep with me.

“You’re sure?” he asked, and I nodded against his hair. “Fuck, you feel so good around me. How long until your heat starts in earnest?”

“So eager,” I teased, pushing him off of me with a gentle hand. He guided his cock out, tucking it back into his boxer briefs. He was still rock hard. He’d probably be that way until he knotted me–part of the way his biology reacted to mine. I winced, almost feeling sorry for the alphas and their role in this whole thing. He left his fly and belt undone and kissed me, once, on the mouth, a long, lingering kiss, before he knelt before me once again.

“I don’t know what it is about you, darling,” he said, and my heart beat fast at the sight of him there, mostly clothed but disheveled, his lips pink. He kissed the inside of my knee, his eyes closing. He had long lashes. “You make me this way.”

I drew in a breath as he kissed his way up my inner thigh, and when he reached my apex, he kissed me there, too, his tongue swirling over my sensitive skin, licking over the mess we’d made, fucking his come back inside me with his firm tongue, nibbling delicately at the soft skin of my inner thighs, until I could feel the heat building again, and I wanted nothing more than to grab him by the hair, to lead his movements and grind against his face until I came on his tongue and lips and teeth.

Instead though, I gasped “wait, wait, Theo,” and he stopped, planting one last kiss on my inner thigh before standing up, helping me off the desk and into his arms. He pulled the straps of my dress back up over my arms, making me shudder as the fabric rasped against tight nipples, the smooth fabric feeling rough in my oversensitive state. He pulled me in for an embrace, my breasts pushing against his dress shirt, his cock still stiff in his unzipped pants.

“Omega,” Theo murmured into my hair, and when I tried to pull away to look at him, he held me tighter. I could feel his chuckle against my cheek where it was pressed to his chest.

CHAPTERTHIRTY-FOUR

Elias

I clenchedmy fists until I could feel my nails, blunt as they were, biting half-moons into my palms.

Michael was making the rounds, attempting to steer our guests toward the exit without making it obvious that something was going on, but having no luck. Ava had said she wanted to stay, Theo had said not to close down the party, but we were really going to be here all evening? My dick would explode. I grimaced, fighting the urge to adjust myself in my pants.

I was thankful for the tight reins I had kept on my instincts over the past years with Michael and Theo. Submission had its uses, even for an alpha: I had learned this in order to wring every drop of pleasure possible from a relationship with another alpha and another man, but now I was able to put it to good use: in service of an omega who needed me.

Ava needed me.