Page 46 of Pack’s Prize
Ava
The car wasquiet as Elias drove us all back to the penthouse. I wanted to blame it on our food comas–the crème caramel I’d eaten had certainly put me, at least, into a comfortable stupor–but there was something else, too. I suspected that everyone was feeling a bit like I was, a little somber, like this was the beginning of the end of our arrangement.
I’d found an apartment online, a high-ceilinged one-bedroom with the big windows I loved so much in the pack’s penthouse. I hadn’t gone to see it, or even filled out the application, though. That seemed sofinal. And then Elias had kissed me…
We rode the private elevator up to the top floor, and I kept waiting for someone to do something, to say something, anything, to reach out and touch me, but despite the thick scent of alpha in the enclosed space, it seemed that that wasn’t on the menu tonight. Maybe they considered our contract complete? Or had I done something wrong?
During my heat.My heart stopped for a second. I didn’t remember all of it–had I done something wrong during the fever? But no… things had seemed normal this morning. Better than normal. Michael had shared with me about his grandfather, and I’d thought he was letting me in a little bit, allowing me to see that private, hidden part of him.
“Goodnight, Ava,” he said, and I realized that we were back, the three men having stepped from the elevator and into the small private lobby of their home.
“Oh,” I said, “goodnight.”
I walked in a daze back to my room, falling into my bed fully clothed before kicking off my high heels. I took a deep breath, holding the cozy scents of alpha and laundry detergent in my lungs for a long moment before I exhaled on a sigh.
There was a fresh trace of Elias here, in my room, from earlier: crisp, cold cedar and masculine alpha musk of… arousal. He’d been so sweet, kissing me, the blush on his cheeks when I tried to dress in front of him.
I had thought I would be undressing in front of him. Of all of them. I’d seen how hard Elias had been, the length of his cock had been obvious against the fabric of his pants. God, Elias’s cock was so,sogood.
I turned my nose towards where his scent was strongest on my sheets, pulling them towards my face, and my hand skimmed against my breast, bumping my nipple.
I didn’t know what was going on with them, but they were entitled to their private life; maybe they just wanted some alone time.
Maybe I did, too. It had been a while, hadn’t it?
I brushed my fingers over both nipples this time, feeling the way they pushed against my dress, the lacy plunge bra I had selected so carefully, one of Theo’s gifts. I loved the way he had lavished attention on me, but more so how he had obviously thought about each and every item he’d gifted me, how everything was just my style, everything fit perfectly, everything made me look and feel special and incredibly sexy. I slid one hand down over my stomach to the hem of my skirt, my face buried shamelessly in the alpha-scented sheets now, and rubbed my legs together. I wished I had a toy to use, but my hands would have to do. I teased myself through my bra and dress, tracing circles around my nipple, and with the other hand, snuck between my thighs to my matching panties. They were damp already. Usually after my heat my sex drive was low–well, lower,an omega’s sex drive was always high–but tonight I could feel the tingles building under my skin already, the need coursing through my veins. It was them. Much as I tried to deny it, it was them.
My fingers worked my clit over my thin panties, and I tried to bring back more of my heat. Michael had fucked me like this, with me on my back, had filled me with his knot over and over. I used one hand to rub my stomach in my tight dress. Someday, I wanted to be bred for real, to have an alpha fuck me until I caught on his knot and then his seed caught within me. I had always dreamt of children, of course, but this was a darker, dirtier desire of mine, nothing to do with the pure, sweet love I would have for my own precious child, and everything to do with the basest instinct of an omega. I was made for it, after all, and I wanted it, wanted to preen under the proud gaze of the alpha who’d made me like that, round and full of his pups.
“Alpha,” I moaned, remembering how Michael had flooded my hot, wet walls with his release, how I’d been covered with it, Elias’s taste on my tongue and Theo’s sticky come on my breasts and belly. My fingers sped up against the rough lace over my clit. I was so close.
“Shit,” I heard Elias say, and I moaned again, then froze. “Oh, shit.”
My eyes flew open, and I scrambled to pull my skirt down. “Elias! I–”
“I’m so sorry, Ava, I knocked, but you didn’t answer, I thought you were–I’m so, so sorry,” he said. He was still in his dress pants, socks but no shoes, and his jacket was gone. His shirt sleeves were rolled up, and I stared at his forearms, the thick muscles twitching under the skin.
His face was red, but his eyes…
They were dark.
And his cock…
I spread my legs a little wider on the bed, and watched as his eyes dropped to the dark shadow between my knees, under my skirt.
“Is everything okay, Elias?” I heard from the hallway, and then Theo’s face appeared in my doorway.
“Yeah,” he mumbled, “yeah, she’s fine.”
“It’s so sweet in here, I thought she was going back into heat,” he said, and then, “oh.Oh.”
I wanted to be embarrassed, but I couldn’t, not while my clit was throbbing with need, not while my body was begging for their touch. I felt, rather than saw, Theo step into the room, come to stand beside the bed.
“What the hell do you have us, for, darling, if not for this?”
“I–” I gasped, squeezing my eyes tight. “I didn’t think you wanted to, tonight.”
A low growl rumbled in Theo’s chest, and Elias’s voice was like gravel as he said, “Ava, I always, always want to.” I almost laughed, before he continued. “With you?Yes. Ialwayswant to.”