Which is exactly what I needed to hear. I flopped back against the car seat, a smug smile on my face, right up until the first pang started. A sharp thing, kinda like a period pain, but this knife was coated with pleasure as it sliced deep.
“Fucking hell…” Tristan hissed as I began to undulate my hips against the leather. “Flip your skirts up a little, Kit. I’m gonna have to take the edge off if we’re to go anywhere tonight.”
“And who takes the edge off you?” Len asked.
“She does. Only she does.”
Such a definitive statement, right? So why was there a little whiny twist to his words? I knew the answer. I’d always known it. Tris was an omega and he tried very hard to give me what I needed because he loved me, but as his hand slid up my thigh, I looked at him, feeling the much sharper, much sweeter pain of love. I loved him just as fucking much, and I wanted him to have what he needed too.
“Yes, Tris,” I said, to his touch, in promise of what was to come. “Yes.”
Chapter 12
Which was how I ended up sitting on the edge of the car seat, my legs hanging out the open car door, where it was parked in what appeared to be a private undercover carpark. It was silent and, most importantly, empty. I heard Len’s door slam, then his boots clumping across the concrete as he strode around the car while I unzipped Tris.
“Jesus…” he hissed as I palmed his aching length. “These suppressants are shit. I’m so fucking sensitive. Suck me, Kit.”
Ooh, that came out all growly and commanding, making my cunt twitch in response.
“Suck the omega’s dick,” Len said, moving in closer.
“You don’t touch me,” Tris snapped, but the heat went out of him as I swivelled my hand up and down his cock. A long breath whistled between his teeth as his eyes rolled closed. “Only her.”
“So suck his dick, Kit. Your omega, he’s needy. I smell it, can fucking taste it. Take him as deep as you can.”
I smiled up at him, licking my lips, watching the alpha’s eyes harden before I did just that, demonstrating comprehensively how well I could service my man. We’d annihilated my gag reflex years ago, and I could take every fucking inch of him.
“Fuuuuuck!”
Tris’ voice echoed throughout the cavernous space as spurts of his slick filled my mouth, sticky sweet, and I swallowed it and him down. His hands went to my head, wanting to dig in, to just drive himself into me over and over, but he didn’t. He cradled my skull like it was made of glass, but I felt no such reticence. I worked him quick and hard, my throat convulsing around his cock, each pulse making him cry out.
“Oh Jesus…”
“She sucking the cum out of you, omega?”
Mmm… Len’s voice was like dark chocolate—sweet, sultry, and just a little bitter.
“She making your slick flow?”
I felt Len move closer, the heat of his body radiating, but he stayed true to Tristan’s instructions, not touching but only just.
“She making you ache, making you wet?”
“Yes…” he gasped, over and over, shoving his jeans down lower, and I knew why. My hand snaked upwards, my fingers skating through the slick coating his thighs, finding his arse on automatic, but this time, I didn’t finesse shit.
“You need something inside you, don’t you, omega?”
Tristan panted over and over, the word he was saying barely able to be made out until he got louder.
“Knot…”
“You need to be knotted? Of course you do. You’re so hard, so wet, so slick. I can taste your need on my tongue, and it makes my head spin.” Len moved just a hairsbreadth closer, and I slowed my movements in response, wanting to see every bit of this. Len loomed over Tris, and Tris, he stared up into the alpha’s eyes as he came apart at the seams. “I want to drive my cock into you more than I want my next breath.”
“Yes…”
“But I won’t.” Tristan’s whine was pitiful, and I glared up at Len. “Not while you’re half-drunk off your mate’s pheromones. And mine. I want you asking me for it when you’ve got a clear head.”
“Knot…!”