“I do.”
“Do what, omega?’
“Feel pretty.”
“You can do better than that.”
His gently chiding voice, the cheeky smile, it lured me closer, dammit, making me wish we were twirling around a ballroom in each other’s arms or something.
Except I couldn’t dance and would smash his feet with mine if I tried. So I stared into his eyes, saw the wolf and the man staring at me.
“I feel beautiful. Happy now?”
He grabbed my hand and pressed a kiss to the back of it.
“Deliriously so. Now, let’s get you out of this damn thing before my wolf has me disgracing myself and rutting you against the wall of this cubicle.”
If I’d thoughtthe dress was all that inspired such fervour in him, I was about to be disappointed.
Or relieved.
Fabian broke away from the negotiations and helped me undress, but once I was back in my own clothes, the bargaining seemed to become more earnest. The Savilles seemed to realise just what kind of skill Fabian had when they saw me in my street clothes.
Still, if I didn’t meet their perilously high standards, I did meet Beau’s.
We’d said goodbye to Henri, promising to call him if any of the clothes needed tailoring, and then Beau had pushed me into the back of a cab, barking out the hotel name to the driver.
“I’m going to need you when we get back to the room,” he told me. “He’s riding me really hard, and that means…” It was Beau’s wolf that smiled at me, all flashing fangs. “That means I need to ride you. Tell me you want to come on my cock.”
I shifted on the backseat, flicking the driver a wary look before nodding sharply.
“Yes. Yes please, alpha.”
65
“Iwant to take my time,” he told me the minute we got into the room. “I need to.” He marched over to his bag, unzipping it and bringing out a smaller one before opening it. I saw the rack of clothing bags hanging in the sitting room of our suite, but he pulled me past them. “I need you to come at least a few times first before I fuck you.”
He paused then, his eyes seeming even brighter silver in the light streaming in through the windows. He stepped closer, pressing a hand to my cheek.
“We need to talk this through, see if you’re ready for that, because I’m not sure I can—”
“Stop from knotting me?”
Damn, I was getting spoilt. There was this near permanent ache up inside me that only frequent rubbing by their knots could assuage, even though they seemed fascinated with pressing and massaging the same spot with their fingers, but Beau and I, we hadn’t done that yet. He’d given me heart-stopping head, and I’d tried to match him, sucking and playing with his cock, but…we were on the edge of something. He was the last part of the puzzle, and he was asking me if I was ready for it to be completed.
“Don’t stop.”
He grinned at that, shoving my jacket off my shoulders and then tearing his own buttons open.
“You’re going to wish you never said that.”
“Beau…”
The man was damned relentless, pushing me harder and further each time we played together. I’d never had a man so fixated on pleasing me before. Sometimes, he’d force one more orgasm out of me, right at the point it was starting to hurt more than please, forcing me to push his hand or tongue away when I was done.
“Strip off,” he ordered. “I wanted to take things slower, unveil you one piece of clothing at a time, but I can’t. Those alphas…” His wolf growled that out, and right then, he transformed. He still held his human form, but the animal gazed out of his eyes, eating every inch of me up. He stepped closer, tearing open his belt and then yanking his pants down. “You’re mine.”
“And Fabian is theirs,” I assured him. He stopped then, shaking his head before peering closer. “They want his collection, and they want him.”