Page 78 of The Packaged Deal

“This is stupid,” I huff.

“What do you want?”

“I want to be your omega,” I say quietly and with deep sorrow. “Yours, Kandi’s, and Adrian’s.

Sven leans in close. His eyes are closed, but he’s somewhere else. So I stand up on my tiptoes and kiss him. It takes a moment, but then he is kissing me back with a hunger that makes my toes curl.

He reluctantly tears away from me and opens the door, allowing me inside.

“Go inside with Kandi and Adrian. I need to go for a run.”

This time, I don’t watch him run away.

twenty-one

Kandi

The omega is going to be trouble. She doesn’t even realise the attention she garners when she’s out in public. There is an innocence about her that draws people in, but a seductiveness that holds their attention. And it’s not even on purpose.

She’s naturally captivating. I close my eyes so I don’t have to look at myself in the bathroom mirror, but even that’s not enough. I turn and lean against the counter, folding my arms under my breasts and trying to control my thumping heart and this urge to go strip her naked and lick her up and down.

She walks into the bathroom in a tiny t-shirt and panties. They’re white with red flowers. I bite my lip and force my eyes to the ceiling. Fuck my life. I’d wanted to peel that dress off her. Is there any way I can convince her to put it back on? Or maybe I can peel these off her?

“Hey, Kandi,” she says and leans into me.

I try to hide my reaction to her soft curves pressed against me, but I’m only human.

“Are you going to bed?” I ask and clear my throat.

She hums in answer and turns against me, cuddling and resting her face on my shoulder. I pull her closer still. Part of me wants to just climb inside of her. The smell and taste of her. I slide my hand down her back, hesitating when I get to her ass, but then I slide my hand over the curve, squeezing gently. Fuck, she feels so good. So soft and warm.

Her breathing is rougher, and she moans and presses into me. The atmosphere has shifted, and there is a tension in the air, an expectation.

There is something so peacefully arousing about just touching her, just being able to touch her.

I stroke her ass again, my fingers sliding up under the hem of her panties. She murmurs something and tilts her face up to mine. I lean down, touching my lips to hers, pulling away, pressing in again. Teasing, lingering kisses. There’s no rush.

I grip her ass and pull her closer to me.

“Kandi,” she murmurs.

“Hush,” I say. I lift her up and twist around, placing her on the bathroom counter. “You’re temptation itself, Omega. I've been trying so hard to be good. To be the calm in this storm.”

She whines, and as soon as I get close, wraps her legs around my waist, dragging us back together.

I fuse our mouths together and push my tongue between her lips. She matches my fervor with her own, tugging at my shoulders. I push her hands off me and palm her breasts through the thin t-shirt.

Her head falls back, and she lets out another sound. One that sets fire to my blood. I massage the soft flesh, and then rub my thumbs over her nipples. I’ve never touched another woman like this, but I love it. Her soft mewls are making it hard to think.

She hisses. I do it again and again. Then I grip them through the thin material and roll them between my thumb and index finger.

Jade cries out. A soft, needy fucking sound that makes me feel more powerful than anything I’ve experienced. I know exactly how she feels, and it’s my surrender.

I lean forward, pressing my mouth to her cheek, flicking my tongue along her skin, down the side of her neck, across her collarbone. All I can taste is blackberries.

“Oh, wow, Kandi, please,” Jade murmurs incoherently.

I smile against her skin but ignore her otherwise. I get to the neckline of her t-shirt and pause. Fuck it.

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