Page 100 of Mark & Don't Tell

VIC

I’d be lying if I said I don’t get a perverse sort of pleasure when Daria chooses to ride with me over Kai and Linc. She kisses them both goodbye, but she climbs into my truck, filling it with her lavender scent. That vial of diffusing oil her friend made smells exactly like her, with a few exceptions.

It’s missing a subtle touch of sweetness, a few granules of sugar on the back of my tongue, making my mouth water and desperate to put my lips on hers.

“Come here.”

She pauses with the seat belt halfway on, her hazel eyes lifting to meet mine. “Yes, sir.” The seat belt retracts into the door, and she rises to one knee, placing her palm on the middle console and bringing those lush lips to mine.

There’s no controlling myself. I devour her, swallowing her pretty little gasp and putting one hand at the back of her neck, keeping her right where I want her so I can remind her that she’s mine. Her tongue is soft and silken against mine. My cock hardening, I groan, breaking away from her lips and kissing down her throat to nip at my collar that’s wrapped around her neck.

“You’re still wearing it,” I murmur, my words muffled against her skin as I kiss and suck, marking her the way I did our first night together.

“You never told me to take it off,” she says, her voice breathy.

Kai honks his horn, and I growl softly. Daria laughs and runs her palm over my cheek, drawing my mouth from her neck and back to hers. She kisses me this time, flicking her tongue over mine before quickly moving back to her seat.

“You’re moving in too?” she asks, eyeing the bed of the truck.

I turn on the engine and nod. “Can’t let them have you all to themselves.” Fuck, I’m so hard, my dick is pressing painfully against my pants. Reaching down, I adjust myself.

Daria’s attention follows my movements, and she bites her bottom lip.

“That’s for you, little doe.” I place my hand on the middle console.

“I know,” she says with a pleased hum. Her eyes lift, and she threads her fingers through mine, linking us together for the ride. “Take me home, Vic.”

And fuck if that doesn’t make my chest swell with pride. She wants to come with me. She hasn’t made me doubt myself once. This omega is everything I never knew I needed.

Daria’s hand slips from mine when we pull into the brick-laid driveway. She leans against the dash and takes in the house. “Holy shit, this is bigger than Quinn’s parents’ house.”

I consider the mini mansion. “Do you like it?”

“Are you kidding me? It’s fucking huge!”

“So, yes?”

She shoots me a look. “Is this a dream?”

“Nope. This is real.”

Nodding, she glances at the house again. It is big. Linc lost his aunt and came into quite a bit of money right around the same time we formed a pack, so we did what any reasonable bachelors would do and bought a 9,000 square foot home, complete with an indoor spa, gym, and movie theater. The red-brick exterior mimics a colonial, with marble pillars framing the dark blue double doors.

“Do you have a butler?”

“Don’t be silly. We have two.”

She swings around, mouth hanging open. “Two?”

“I’m joking, babe. We don’t have a butler, but we do have a cleaning company that comes a few times a month. Or we did...” I trail off. I haven’t lived at home for longer than I care to admit.

“Are you nervous?”

I glance at her. “You worried about me?”

“Well, I mean, yeah. This is a big move for both of us.” Her forehead creases. “You didn’t feel pressured to move back because of me, right?”

“No. I wanted to come back.”

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