And that’s exactly what I do. I move one hand to her throat and hold her down carefully while my hips piston above her. She moans as I fuck her, thrusting in and out of her wet cunt. Every movement, every breath, is for her, and I tell her that as I move inside her. How she pleases me. How I’ve wanted her since the moment I set eyes on her. How she’s quickly become the center of my damn world.
Well, her and one other person—a person who belongs here, with his cock in her mouth or her ass, his eyes on mine, watching me as we both fuck her blind —a person who needs to be here for this to really be right.
I grit my teeth against the thought as I fuck her harder. Haven sobs my name as she cums around me, her pussy tightening with her orgasm, and I grunt as my knot swells, locking us together. I cage her beneath me, looking down into her eyes as I fuck her in urgent strokes, faster and faster until finally I cum with a low growl.
We both try to catch our breath while staring into each other’s eyes. My knot holds us together.
“Wow,” she says, shaking her head. Her eyes are still wide with pleasure, shining up at me, but I’m starting to regret having her on her back; she can see too much of me this way. She can penetrate too deep into the heart of who I am.
“Wow what?” I find myself asking.
“Wow, that was…” she shakes her head as if she can’t find the words. “You made me feel so important, Reese.” She bites her lip, and I realize with a shock of vulnerability that she’s thinking something else; something that she doesn’t want to say.
“But?” I rasp.
Haven blushes and tries to turn her head away, but I grab her chin and force her to look up at me.
“Tell me,” I bark, using all my alpha power.
Haven’s eyes widen. I can see her struggling against the words, even as they tumble out of her mouth. “It just… felt like something was missing.”
And there it is. The searing pain of rejection. If my knot weren’t still holding us together, I would be up and out of here. As it is, we’re stuck.
“Something?” I ask, unable to stop myself.
“Actually, more like… someone.”
I stare down at her for a moment, elation warring with worry. “Someone,” I repeat.
“Don’t hate me,” Haven whispers. “I know you’re feral, so you’re probably used to it being you and your partner. I know you don’t want a pack.”
All I’ve ever wanted was a pack. All I’ve ever wanted was to belong with someone; with a group. But I don’t tell her that. Instead I just cock my head to the side. “You’re saying you need someone else here with us?”
Haven looks up at me with those bright blue eyes. “I smelled him on you the other day,” she whispers. “I think you feel it too.”
“Arlo.”
My knot deflates, and I pull free of her, my cock cool against the wet of her slick. “Do you want me to go get him?” I ask.
She looks so surprised, you would think I offered to murder him. “Really?” she asks.
“Of course. You’re right—this is amazing, but we need him with us.”
Haven smiles and the whole room lights up. My heart is warmed from the inside out.
“I’ll be right back,” I tell her, kissing the top of her head. She lies down, snuggling into my blankets and watching as I stride from the room, off in search of our missing piece.
Chapter Seventeen
~Reese~
I look for him in his room first, but he’s not there. I find him in the kitchen, drinking water over the sink. He’s clad in only a pair of gray sweatpants, and I find myself staring at the bulge beneath the fabric, imagining how it will feel to watch him bounce Haven in his lap while I sit under him, taking his ass hard with my cock.
Arlo stiffens as my scent reaches him. He puts down the glass, blowing out a breath. “Fuck,” he says, nostrils flaring. “She hit a spike?”
I nod.
“Well I’m glad you were here,” he says, running the pad of his finger over the top edge of the water glass.