Page 53 of Packed Up In Vegas

Amir kept her pinned by the throat and Diego lifted one of her legs, letting her ankle rest on his shoulder to open her up for me. Fuck me. My hands were sweating like I was a nervous teen. I wiped my palms on my shirt. Callie’s shorts had a stretchy waistband and barely came to her mid-thigh, so I could easily access her.

She whined when my fingertips hovered for too long, trying to work up the courage to touch her. I swallowed hard, diverting in the other direction to sweep under her tank top and tease the soft curve of her breast, sweeping my thumb over her nipple. All of my muscles were so tense I could barely breathe, my hands shaking and desperate to stay on her. I couldn’t get my mouth on her in this current position, not without readjusting her.

Callie whined again, rolling her hips in a silent request.

“What did I tell you about words?” Amir tapped her cheek.

“Miles, please. I need more.”

Hearing her say that made me very glad I was an alpha and not a beta, or I’d have embarrassed myself coming in my pants.

I held my breath as I moved my hand beneath the blanket, under her waistband, and into her slick folds.

“Jesus Christ,” I whispered. “You’re so wet.”

Callie shuddered as I explored, squeezing her clit until she bucked against me. I teased lower, sliding one finger into her. Her pussy clenched around it and she immediately begged for another.

If I were struck dead in this moment, I would die the happiest fucking man on the planet. Listening to Callie pant and moan because my hands were on her was a gift I had never expected. Unlike the others, I didn’t have the benefit of sharing her heat and learning how her body worked, but I paid attention to every squeak and every caught breath, adjusting incrementally until I found a rhythm and angle that had her cries pitching. Her legs trembled and her hands dug into me wherever she could reach, her pussy clenching frantically. A few more circles around her clit with my thumb had her shattering, and pride filled my chest like a balloon.

I had made our omega come.

I eased her down slowly and when her breathing had recovered, she looked up at me with wide eyes and pink cheeks just visible in the light from the screen. Amir and Diego helped her sit up, all of us watching her. I rearranged her carefully, settling her on my lap so her back was to my chest.

“Watch the movie,” I instructed.

I kept my hands on her, doing a slow exploration of her body, tracing the softness of her thighs and stomach, down her arms, over and over until she got squirmy enough that I explored where she actually wanted my hands to be. I slipped down the straps of her tank top and bra, leaving her exposed, but her arms tangled.

Touching her was like being half-drunk. She made tiny sounds when I cupped her breasts and teased her to my heart’s content. As much as I would’ve loved to bury my cock into her and feel every squeeze of her cunt while I did this, I had to be patient.

When I did slip my fingers back into her, I kept my touch deliberately slow, too gentle and leisurely to make her come this time. I fully intended to work her into a frenzy and then let Kai and Diego take her up to the nest.

By the time the movie ended, Callie was a desperate, squirmy mess, and her slick had soaked into my lounge pants.

When the credits started to roll, I turned to Kai. “Come get your mate. She’s going to need a little bit more than I’ve given her.”

Kai scooped her up and Callie turned back to me. “You’re not coming?”

“Not today, sweetheart. Go have fun with Kai and Diego. We’ll get our time together.”

She pouted but didn’t protest as Kai absconded with her, and Diego followed behind him.

Amir nudged my shoulder. “What the fuck was that about? She was putty in your hands.”

“I just don’t feel comfortable taking more from her until everything with the company is settled down and I know nothing is going to come back and bite us in the ass.”

“It doesn’t have to be that deep, Miles,” Amir insisted. “This isn’t the old days when fucking a woman irreparably damaged her future. You’re allowed to just have fun.”

“So why aren’t you?” I countered.

“Mind your own fucking business.” Amir crossed his arms over his chest, glowering at me.

“Don’t look at me like that. You’ve already had her, so why aren’t you tripping over yourself to get back into her bed?”

“She’s Kai’s mate, not mine.”

“She’s our mate, Amir. Kai bonding her first doesn’t change that.”

“Can we cut down a little on the pot calling the kettle black here? We both have our own logic for not fucking her. Let’s just agree not to dig into each other’s reasons.”

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