Page 36 of Pack’s Prize
“Your cock, alpha,please,” I moaned, and felt a rumble of laughter from his chest, but didn’t have the capacity to understand the joke.
“There’s your answer, Michael,” Theo said behind me. “This way, darling, you’re almost there…”
CHAPTERTHIRTY-SIX
Michael
I couldseeAva’s heat coming over her.
I’d been busy running interference at the gallery, so I hadn’t seen her the first time: the way her eyes went glassy, her eyelids falling half-closed as the flush crept upwards from her deep cleavage to her throat to her rosy cheeks. This time, I couldn’t look away.
And I could scent it, too, the heavy, almost cloying smell of slick and sweat and need filling first the car, then the elevator, making my spine go stiff and my cock even stiffer.
How had we–how hadI–not noticed before? It had to have been building for days.
It had been so long since any of us had had to do this, to guide an omega safely as they slowly lost themselves to the fever that would incapacitate them, stealing their mind and turning them to an implacable demon of lust.
But, I understood as we ushered her from the living area to my own bedroom–the biggest–our purpose here wasn’t something that any of us could forget, no matter how long it had been. It was hard-wired into our brains, and as she succumbed to instincts, I, too, found that my instinct was still there.
To protect. To cherish.
To breed.
To bite.
A mating claim was supposed to be indescribably orgasmic, but I could hardly imagine thatanything,eventhat,could possibly be better than being buried deep inside Ava. My body strained for her, every muscle and tendon urging me forward.
I shoved the urge to bite aside, overriding the potent desire of my alpha to sink teeth into flesh, and focused on sinking cock into flesh, instead.
She was reclined on the bed, propped up against my pillows, her long, dark hair falling over pale shoulders, red lips bee-stung and parted. She still wore the white dress; it clung to her like a second skin, every curve showing.
“You want her,” Theo whispered, and I nodded dumbly before realizing it was Elias he was speaking to, not me. “You’ll have to wait,” Theo continued, and it was with a thrill of excitement that I anticipated his next words: “Alpha goes first, hmm?”
Alpha.
It was rare I got to hear that title–at least, not sarcastically–and certainly not in the bedroom. I’d never have dared to ask it of Theo, or even Elias. We had teased out our boundaries through long, challenging nights and the occasional misstep, and although we were comfortable with each other, that was a step too far. But tonight…
Alpha.
My cock throbbed behind my zipper, behind the tight black boxer briefs that had never felt so constrictive as they did now.
I stalked over to the bed, shedding my shirt, my pants, my vice like underwear, my cock standing at attention between my body and Ava’s.
“Ava,” I growled, and then, “omega.”
She whimpered, her hands smoothing down her sides toward the hem of her dress, fingers slipping underneath as she raised the skirt inch by inch.
“Don’t touch,” I ordered, and she froze in place. “Let me,” I said, gentling my voice. “Let alpha.”
Climbing up onto the bed, I removed her hands from her thighs, pinning them above her head with one of my own. Her eyes were so, so dark, and fluttered shut easily as I bent to kiss her.
She opened her mouth under mine, desperate sounds escaping her, but as delicious as her mouth tasted, my kisses weren’t what she needed right now. At least, not kisses here.
“Can you keep your hands here, omega?” I asked. She nodded, and I released her wrists, dragging my hands down her arms to her sides, her waist, her hips, until my own fingers dipped under the hem of her dress, just as hers had. Her skin was hot, burning, but I wanted to draw this out for as long as the both of us could stand it. I pushed the silk up her thighs until I reached her hips, then further still, until she was revealed in all her omega glory: pink and blushing like her cheeks, glistening with sweet slick, swollen in her arousal, in her need. For me. Us.
“She tastes so good,” I heard Elias pant, and when Theo moaned in response, I looked over to see where he was tasting her: Theo’s cock. I needed to taste, too. Turning my full attention back to Ava, I glanced up to see her back arched, breasts straining against the white silk. She needed me, and I was happy to oblige: I kissed the crease between her leg and her hot entrance, then licked a broad stripe over her. She shuddered under my tongue, moaning when I plunged inside with my tongue before drawing back again to trace patterns over her folds. She tasted like sweet wine, like honey, like ripe fruit, like sex and omega, and I was sure that my own cock was leaking over the bed with the need I had for her. I growled as I shoved two fingers deep into her, only to feel her contract over them, waves of pleasure rippling against my digits, a flood of sweetness filling my nose as she came.
“Alpha,” she moaned, her hips moving against my fingers and tongue. “Alpha,please–”