“Always,” the others echoed, though in Brendan, it sounded a lot more strangled.
“But what do you want me to bloody do?” Brendan asked. “My dick feels like it’s ready to punch through my zipper to get to her. Fuck, you don’t know what this is like. Her scent, her mouth. She—”
“We know. We all fucking know. Now shut up, we’ll sort your dick problem out when you get here and hope like hell you don’t tip over into rut,” Orion snapped. “Omega, sweetheart, I need you to uncurl now, because we’re going to make you feel so much better. Is she wearing jeans, dress, or a skirt?”
“Skirt,” Brendan replied.
“Right, well that makes shit easier. Omega, you need to put your feet up on Bren’s dash now.”
“Alpha…” I whined, hating myself for that thin, pathetic sound but unable to resist the command. Brendan groaned when I did as I was told, my thighs still welded tight.
“Further apart, omega,” he said on a growl. “I can’t help you when your ankles are locked together.”
My eyes flicked to him, seeing the forest, my forest in the background and no one else. This was exactly the kind of situation I’d been warned against, and yet I couldn’t bring myself to resist. I watched him watch me as I spread my feet wide, the skirt falling farther and farther up my thighs.
“Jesus fucking Christ…” Brendan breathed. “I can’t do this. I’m gonna knot her. I need to.”
“The fuck you are, you prick,” Rhys snapped. “Just for that, you aren’t touching your cock at all. This is about her, what she needs. Can you do that, Brendan? Can you be the alpha you need to be? Otherwise, put that car into gear and bring her here, and I’ll make you watch as I show you how it’s really done.”
“You can’t bring her—” Orion started to say.
“Shut the fuck up. Alpha, can you do it?”
“You better ride my dick until I’m spent after this,” Brendan all but growled. “I’m gonna knot you for hours.”
“The fuck you are. You’re getting what’s coming for this. Now, slide your hand up her thigh. If she parts them wider, she’s ready.”
I watched the hesitancy in Brendan through a haze, all the energy in my body focussed between my thighs. I jumped when his hand landed on me, feeling so hot, so right, which made him pause for a second, but my hand covered his. I looked up into his eyes, hoping and needing him to feel what was inside me.
“Fuck, omega…” he hissed in response.
“You need to describe this. You did something outside of the group, and now you’re going to bring us in on it. It’ll keep your mind on her and on her reactions, not yours,” Orion insisted.
“Her skin, it’s like satin or something.” He watched me and I watched him as his hand slid upwards. “And her inner thighs are drenched.” His gaze sharpened, his focus becoming completely and utterly singular. “You dripping for me, omega? Did that little kiss get your pussy pulsing? Answer me.”
“Yes,” I ground out. “I feel like I’m on fire, and I really need you to—Oh fuck!”
His hand slid farther up fast, his fingers teasing the seam of my completely ruined underwear.
“What did you just do to her?” Rhys barked.
“I’ve got my fingers right on the edge of her cunt. Her knickers are drenched.” All the fear was gone from Brendan’s voice, the alpha was in charge now. He smiled, a sly twist of a thing, like this was his fucking due. “Her slick smells like honey. I want to lick it.”
“Yes…” I hissed, nodding frantically, wincing when I felt that empty feeling again, that ache. “Please, alpha, please!”
“Don’t make her ache,” Rhys snapped. “You’ve already done enough of that. It hurts her to feel empty, doesn’t it, sweetheart? You need him inside you, right where it hurts the most.”
“Yes, yes, yes…” I whispered.
“You need him, your alpha—”
“Fuck, be careful how you play this,” Orion said.
“You need him as deep as he can go. Grab his hand by the wrist and show him.”
I felt the prickle of Brendan’s arm hairs as I gripped him, moving his hand from that little teasing stroke and down into my sodden underwear. That first feel, of his palm cupping my mound, had my teeth clamping down, a strangled groan escaping me.
“Does he feel good?” Rhys asked.