Page 6 of Savage Trap

“Never,” she admits, “but I’m feeling pretty tense. You might have to hold out for longer than usual.”

Rory’s grin is suddenly dripping with sex. “Challenge accepted, little wolf.”

The three of us head to the back of the plane, but only after Elvi has dropped a kiss on Kelly’s head. When he sees what’s going down, he’s up and crossing the aisle to sit with Link, who has his laptop out and is obsessively checking his feeds. When Link looks up and catches my eye, there’s a moment where I’d almost say he’s tempted to come join us. But so far Elvi hasn’t extended the invitation, and Link hasn’t pushed the issue.

Which I know for a fact is messing with his head.

But I push the thought out of my mind as we step through the rear door into a small bedroom. It’s about what you’d expect on a plane, with most of the space given over to the bed. But we’re not here for the accommodations and I smile as Elvi wraps her arms around my neck and presses her body to mine.

Yep, definitely here for her.

I don’t try to muffle the purr in my chest as I back her up to the bed. I’ve been wanting to kiss her since she woke up, and I take my time dipping in and out of her mouth. Along with her sweet honey flavor, I can taste champagne of her tongue. But underneath it all is something that makes me pause. I try to catalog it against all the flavors I’ve ever tasted in her mouth and decide that the faint tang is loneliness.

Which, damn, is like a bolt straight to my chest.

The insecure asshole in me wants to pull away, maybe make up some excuse to bring the other guys in here, too. But I know the loneliness isn’t about anyone on this plane. We can all feel the giant Arben-shaped hole in our bonds. And without our guardian around, it’s easy for a pack like ours to start wondering how strong we really are. Our history isn’t the best, and a lot of that comes down to the fucked-up mind games I unleashed on Elvana. I know Rory feels bad about the lies we told, and Link is kicking himself for putting her in harm’s way, but when it comes down to it, I’m the one who set the betrayal in motion.

And I must be projecting all sorts of guilt, because Elvi pulls away from me right as Rory slaps me on the back. “Bro, I know you’re into mindfucks, but your brain is kinda noisy right now. Any way you can turn it off?”

I roll my eyes at him, but I have to admit, the guy has a way of lightening any situation. “How about you take care of her pretty pussy while I whisper sweet nothing in her ears?”

Rory looks like I just handed him my last functioning organ. “For real? Fuck, I thought I was gonna have to make do with sucking her off your cock when you were done.”

He smirks at me, feeling a throb of arousal down our bond. We’re both pretty versatile when it comes to sex, but there’s nothing better than having one of our omega mates in the mix, feeding their pleasure between us like a live circuit.

And I can already feel the erotic tension in the air as Rory gets to work stripping Elvi out of her clothes. She’s wearing jeans and a sweater, and Rory makes a performance out of peeling the tight denim down her creamy thighs. She’s clutching his shoulders and shivering by the time he gets her naked, and it’s not because the cabin’s climate control has failed.

“So fucking beautiful,” I purr as Rory puts his hands on her hips and eases her down to the bed. For a moment, we both just stand over her, fully clothed, admiring every inch of her body. There’s new lean muscle on her frame since we started our daily conditioning and defensive sessions, but she’s still got plenty of soft curves for us to fall into, and I reach down and grab Rory’s zipper. “No way this can just be a quick fuck, Angel,” I tell her as I cup his impressive bulge. “We’re gonna have to take our time worshipping this body.”

She blushes pink at the comment, but the trickle of slick down her bare thigh makes us both grin like wolves.

I strip off Rory’s shirt, then deal with mine, but leave him to quickly work his way out of his own jeans. I keep mine on while I sit beside her on the bed and watch Rory drop to his knees. I’m so close I can hear her little panting breaths and see the gold flecks in his green eyes. Looking at either of them is one of my favorite things to do, but I brush Elvi’s hair back and whisper in her ear, “If you want him to clean up your slick, you’re gonna have to wrap those sweet thighs around his head, Angel.”

She gives a soft whine, but she’s putty in my hands as I lift one leg and prop it over Rory’s shoulder. He shoots me a grateful look before zeroing in on the slippery skin between her thighs. “Prettiest pussy in the world,” he croons, brushing her folds with an admiring finger. The arousal coming off him sends a bolt of pure heat to my balls and I grab his finger, sucking it into my mouth. Her slick explodes on my tongue – all sweet honey and sizzling musk – wrapped in the flavor of my blood brother and best friend.

“Time to feast,” I tell him, and he gives me another wolfish grin before he dips his head to chase her slick.

She melts onto the comforter and I settle back on an elbow, watching little spasms of pleasure flit across her face. But while Rory eats her pussy like he’s a starving man, there’s a crease between her brows that won’t go away. She bites her lip as her gaze dances to the door, and I’m not surprised when she says, “Do you think they can hear us?”

Rory lifts his head and starts to grin, but I rest a hand on his shoulder to keep him quiet. “That’s not for you to worry about right now,” I tell her, a hint of command edging my voice. I’d never try to use my alpha power against her for real – mainly because she’d laugh in my face right before she kicked me in the balls – but I know it can be soothing when she’s stressed.

“You’re gonna have to keep quiet, omega,” I tell her, my voice dropping an octave. She goes still for a moment, then relaxes into the mattress with a little sigh. “Can you swallow back all those sexy little whimpers for us? We wouldn’t want to distract the pilot, after all…”

Her body tenses again, but there’s a darker edge to her scent and more slick trickles down her thighs. Rory laps it up greedily, then looks at me like I’m conducting a pussy whispering class.

So I lick at the edge of her ear and give her more. “And when we’re rocking into you, nice and slow, you’re gonna be happy you’re getting our cocks at all. Because if we fucked you the way we plan to later, this plane would skid all over the sky.”

Elvi hisses in a breath, her fingers tightening in Rory’s hair and her toes curling along my calves. I smirk down at Rory, who’s still staring up at me with awe in his eyes. It would be good to have a direct bond to him so I could spell out my technique, but the best thing about Rory is he’s always happy to go with the flow. Or maybe he’s just realized our angel likes a little danger with her pleasure, because I can see the edge of a fang as he goes back to sucking on her clit.

We can both hear her heart rate speeding up, more of her sweet slick trickling out into his eager mouth. But even with his teeth brushing her bud, she’s still all tangled up in her head. He works her diligently while I tease her nipples, rolling and pinching them until they’re hard, pink pebbles. But her eyes keep flicking around the room, and I’m not sure she’s going to come this way at all.

Time to shift gears, I decide, and grabbing a clump of Rory’s hair, ease him back. They both stare at me, waiting for the next move, and I feel my frustration with Arben grow. It’s bad enough his absence is impacting our pack bonds, but it’s clearly eating away at our angel, and not in a fun, multiple orgasms kind of way.

Where the hell is our cock conductor when we need him?

“We’re gonna pin you to the mattress now, Angel,” I tell her, and slap Rory’s ass hard enough to make him hiss in appreciation. “Get up there and feed her your cock, brother.” Instead of moving, they both stare at me with limpid eyes and I arch a brow. “If he’s plugging your mouth, you won’t have a chance to distract the pilot, will you, omega?”

Elvi groans, pressing her head back into the pillow, and Rory finally gets the picture, crawling up her body with slinky, animal grace. He’s all temptation with his cut muscles and tanned skin, and Elvi’s eyes fall to half-mast as she watches him stalk her.

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