Page 30 of Queen of Spades

“Harder, please.” Annika’s muffled plea escapes around Ward’s tongue.

Huh.

There have been a lot of times I vaguely considered murdering my oldest friend, but now seems to be the closest I’ve come to following through.

My fists clench as Ward’s tongue dances in the air with Annika’s. Her hand moves to his shoulder, pulling him closer.

Grady smirks, and I glance away. However, my eyes seem to act of their own volition as they circle back to the begging omega.

She sobs into the kiss, and her entire body tenses.

Grady palms one heavy tit as his other hand works under her dress, and I can’t force myself to look away from the faces she makes.

Her creamy caramel smell floods the air, making my nostrils flare.

Good God, it’s extremely potent.

She’s extremely potent.

My instincts are convinced we need to scoop her up and get her somewhere safe.

Somewhere away from all other alphas, because she’s my omega to breed. Her whimpering moans actually have goose bumps breaking out down my arms.

My dick is sticky and leaking. It’s a ridiculous response. She’s not mine, nor do I have any type of invitation. And yet, all I can think about is inviting myself in.

Ward continues kissing her as her body shakes against Grady’s chest.

This is officially the most bizarre business transaction I’ve ever attempted to negotiate.

That, or the sexiest.

Chapter Ten

Annika

So, this is what it feels like to be totally blissed-out on the pheromones of three compatible alphas.

Grady has always been a match, but Ward’s and even Cassian’s pheromones thump in the air in response to mine.

I’m pretty sure I’m actually perfuming in the middle of the High Roller, which is kind of a problem.

I try to keep my sexual stuff out of the club, despite its highly sexualized nature.

I work with these people.

I don’t want them knowing what my O face looks like.

Grady pulls his fingers free of my sex. I expect him to bring them to his mouth, but he pulls them to mine. “Lick them clean for me.”

Ward curses, shoving his elbow on the table as he turns farther to watch the show.

My tongue darts out, licking Grady’s fingers.

Maybe I suck them a little.

It’s hard to tell with everything so hazy.

“I can taste hints of your cum from earlier,” I moan as he pulls them free. He slides his hand back to my pussy as Ward licks his lips, like maybe he’s envisioning tasting me by way of my tongue. “You’ve got major Daddy energy.” I smile, looking straight into Ward’s eyes.

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