“I made you needy,” he said, nipping at my neck when I went to politely demur, his teeth finding Colt’s mark.
“It’s OK,” I said in a falsely light-hearted voice. “Girls are just as able to rub one out in the shower as guys are.” But as I said that, his middle finger pressed back ever so slightly, just beginning to part my folds.
“That’s not how it works, Riley,” he said in a low, dark voice. “If you accept us, if you take us for your mates, we would claim the right to administer every possible pleasure. There’d be no ‘rubbing one out’ while we were around.”
“So what, you guys would become the masturbation poli—Oh shit!”
His middle finger slipped deeper because I was basically dripping slick. My clit currently felt like a marble coated in oil, the pad of his finger finding it with ease, two sliding either side of it to rub back and forth in a most distracting way.
“Fuck, Blake…” I hissed. “Fuck!”
“Tell me if you want me to stop,” he said. “If you don’t want me to get you off, just say.”
But I couldn’t, could I? Because it felt like I’d never had a lover like this—one who didn’t need to learn my body, who seemed to just understand it better than I did. He knew when to tease me by not touching my clit directly, sliding his fingers either side of it until I fucking needed him to take a direct approach. Then that was exactly what his middle finger did, light as a feather, then as I started to shift in his arms, a terrible intensity building, his finger pressing down harder, moving faster, becoming little more than a blur as I panted out my pleasure.
“Fuck…fuck…fuck, Blake, I’m…”
“That’s it, baby. Come for me. Come all over my fingers.”
He used his alpha bark on me then at just the right moment, shoving any concerns or worries I might have away and allowing me to just feel this—the breath taking wave of pleasure that was just building, building, making me wonder if I would ever come back down and keeping me exhilarated for the ride. But as I reached my peak, I came crashing down again, jerking in his arms as the waves washed through me, taking with it all my tension, until finally, I went limp against the bed and him, utterly wrung out.
God, this is perfect… I thought idly as he stroked me through the afterglow, my skin so sensitive, it felt like I was floating in this sensual haze, right up until my alarm went off.
“Shit!” I reached across, grabbing my phone and turning the clarion call off, then slumping down on the bed, when reality came rushing back in. Blake watched me from where he was propped up on his elbow. My eyes slid down his body, taking in the fact he’d ditched his shoes and shirt in the night and was just lying there like the biggest damn slice of beefcake. His muscles flexed under my inspection, but he needn’t have bothered. He was so big, his muscles were already prominent when he relaxed, let alone now, but that wasn’t all of him that was rigid.
I pushed him on his back, yanking my pants up so I could straddle his lap, then dared to run my hands across that massive chest. He lay there looking oh so pleased with himself, right up until I reached his happy trail. When my finger slid across the dark line of hair leading to the waistband of his jeans, his hands slapped over mine.
“I don’t have a huge amount of time before work,” I said, wriggling my fingers, feeling him hard and ready for me.
“Riley—”
“If we work together as a team, maybe take this to the shower, I could—”
“Stop.”
He didn’t say the word loudly or harshly, but I got the message. I pulled my hand away, respecting his limits.
“I was just going to—”
“I know what you were thinking,” he said, staring up at me. “You were thinking you owed it to me to reciprocate or something.”
Weird. That was exactly what I was thinking.
“Maybe that kind of tit for tat shit works with beta men, but alphas, we provide. Food, shelter, comfort, pleasure—whatever it is our mate needs, we’ll move heaven and earth to provide. That’s who and what we are. My wolf is chewing me a new one for not doing just that for the last seven years, so trust me, a little morning…tension relief is just helping me to get things back where they’re supposed to be.”
“And what about your ‘tension’?” I asked, turning my fingers into speech marks. “Do omegas just lie back and think of the multiple orgasms, never actually taking it in their heads to please their mates?”
“Of course not.” He moved me off him so we could sit on the bed facing each other. “Just as it’s in an alpha’s nature to provide, so it is in an omega’s to nurture. She or he would take great pleasure in seeing to ours…”
His voice trailed away as I went very still, then threw myself away from him, scrambling off the bed.
“Riley…? Riley!”
“It’s OK, I get it,” I said in a tight voice, ripping at the towel hanging off my wardrobe door and heading towards the bathroom. At least that was the plan. His arm slammed down on the wall beside my head, the other doing the same, effectively boxing me in. I let out an irritated sigh and waited for whatever this was to go the fuck away.
“I didn’t say that to make a comparison.”
“Right. Cool. I rescind all offers when it comes to your dick, and I need to get to work.”