Page 70 of Wild Card

The romance builds as the omega finds her perfect pack on the television screen, and Lennox’s wiggling only intensifies. My fingers tease her inner thigh, and I chuckle as she spreads her legs wider until her knees are firmly on either side of mine. With how big my sweatshirt is on her frame, I bet I’d be able to see her entire pussy if I was standing across from us.

It doesn’t matter.

I relish the position I am in.

Brushing my way higher on her thigh, my other hand teases her tit over the material. She swaps from wiggling to straight-up grinding on my cock, like she wants me to envision how easy it would be to pull down my sweats and slip inside her.

I cup her pussy, giving it a solid squeeze. Lennox moans and tosses her head back against my chest kinda hard. Her hand moves to cradle mine, indicating she wants more than what I’m giving her.

It suddenly makes more sense why Rush and Thorne looked like they lost a fight with a grizzly. My pointer and ring fingers tease down her lower lips while my middle slides down to test her opening. She’s soaked, and even working a fingertip inside makes her entire cunt lock down.

Now that my finger is slick, I use it to tease her clit. Her feet dangle in the air, kicking against the sides of my calves.

It’s fucking adorable.

She huffs and moves her other hand to lie on top of the one I’ve got on her tit. The way she slaps at my skin is demanding, and I would address it if she wasn’t burning up.

Bending my head down, I murmur, “Let’s get this off of you.”

I have to release her breast, but she leans forward and helps yank my sweatshirt off over her head.

I toss it down on the arm of the couch and plant a hand on her sternum to pull her back to my chest.

“You could just let me ride you while we finish the movie,” she offers, nodding.

“We’ll get there, but I’ve yet to really get the chance to prep you.” I work two fingers down, testing her opening.

My lips land against her sweaty temple as I growl. Her pheromones are everywhere and more potent than should be possible, considering the spacious room.

I ache to rush to the finish line, but the last thing I want to do is hurt her.

Lennox’s feet dig into my calves, using them as leverage to grind herself over my hand. It takes a while before I feel comfortable stretching my fingers with how snug she is, but she managed me before.

I’m not sure how much of that I owe to her upcoming heat. I haven’t had many sexual experiences. In fact, I can count them on one hand, and she makes up several of them.

I was never obsessed with the thought of sex. Even as a teenager and early into my twenties, I needed some type of emotional or intellectual attraction to feel sexual desire. It never struck me as odd. It honestly felt more bizarre that some people could have meaningless sex with strangers.

“Bear, you’re great. Wonderful. I like you so much, but I swear if you don’t make me come, I am going to have to hurt you…” She thrashes around, and I chuckle.

Making sure my palm brushes her clit, I slowly start to work my fingers in and out while they’re stretched. The farther I move them apart, the louder her begging moans get.

That seems telling.

I pinch her nipple in my other hand, cupping her tit before quickly moving to the other.

Lennox leans forward, sobbing out commands. My cock leaks in response. It would be so much better if she was facing me, but I also like being able to look down over her shoulder and see everything.

“Shh,” I coo, using my hand on her chest to pull her backward. “You’re missing the end of the movie.”

She grunts her displeasure, shooting me a skin-melting frown. “I’d much rather focus on you.”

My head tilts as someone comes around the corner into the family room.

Rush looks like hell. His dirty blond hair sticks up like he’s been running his fingers through it nonstop, and there are dark circles under his eyes. He stops dead in his tracks when he spots us and rocks on his bare feet.

“Holy shit, woman. Wake me up next time you plan to leave the nest.” He swipes a hand over his face. “I panicked.”

“Blame Bear,” she groans. “Actually, come over here and bite me.”

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