Page 64 of Wild Card

My shirt comes off over my head and flies to the side carelessly as I bend down to tug off my socks. They land next to the shirt as I slide my jeans down, shaking out of the pant legs.

My hand wraps around my cock. It’s already hard and painfully aware of how enticing Lennox smells.

Rush growls as Lennox wails, her head bouncing with each relentless snap of his hips into hers. He falls completely on top of her, rutting her into the mattress like he’s not afraid to break her.

My thumb circles my crown as my nostrils flare, breathing in the scent of her perfume. It’s so easy to remember the way she felt trapped underneath me. Their noises only increase in volume as Rush shudders, slowing his hips.

I’m sure he’s filling her with his cum.

My teeth throb with the urge to bite her, and I slowly meander up the steps as they share another passionate kiss that ends with Rush rolling them.

Lennox blinks down at him as her hands land on his chest. I fucking love that doe-eyed look. It’s one of my favorites, just behind the sparkle that comes when she’s about to say something bratty.

I just really fucking love her.

I’m still not sure she’s ready for my permanent declaration, but I’m hoping she’ll find it wildly romantic.

I prowl up the stairs, and she bends to kiss him like he’s the only thing in the world she can see.

Goddamn.

There’s a clear flaw in nature’s design of alphas. If we were going to have to co-exist peacefully in packs, why didn’t biology make us less obsessively possessive?

I’ve never met an alpha that was great at sharing.

I’m certainly not.

My knees hit the mattress as Rush lifts her, dropping her onto his cock. As soon as Lennox is within reach, I grab her with a hand in her hair at the base of her skull and pull her up. She moans long and loud as she ends up on her knees, rather than flat on Rush’s chest.

Her eyes are hooded and glassy, but a shy smile crosses her face. “Hi.”

I chuckle, and give her hair a playful tug before shoving my lips to hers. The change in her scent, due to her bonding with Bear, bothered me earlier, but it’s no longer a problem as her tongue slides around mine. She’ll soon be carrying hints of my scent too.

Her fist wraps around my cock, giving it a solid squeeze. She’s so fucking dangerous to my self-control.

I growl and nip at her lower lip. “Are you ready to choke on my cock?”

She nods, but it’s limited by the tight hold I have in her hair.

I stretch the other hand down to pinch her nipple.

“Yes, sorry,” she squeaks. “Damn sadist.”

I grin, completely unrepentant. “You know I prefer verbal answers.”

She keeps ahold of my cock in one hand and brings the other to her mouth, licking my pre-cum from her fingers.

“Fuck, kitten,” I groan as she squeezes my length. The view of her tongue swirling around her thumb doesn’t help my composure.

“I doubt this is going to work without Thorne ending up in a position neither of us is comfortable with just yet.” Rush lifts her off him and moves to set her on his other side.

Lennox drops my cock, grumbling her displeasure at being moved. I have no choice but to release her hair, since I don’t want to hurt her.

Rush chuckles, probably due to the look of betrayal on her face. “Present for me, omega.” It’s a little crazy how quickly his voice changes to a low growl.

Lennox’s entire body snaps into action, like he barked the command. She ends up on her hands and knees, but to properly present, her top half should be down against the mattress. Her tits hang with her nipples in tight beads.

Rush knee-walks behind her, but she scrambles closer to me.

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