Page 153 of Candy & Her Saints

I don’t think that’s what the manuals about ABO dynamics mean.

“I’m going to come from seeing my Alpha on his knees for his Beta…doing that,” I pant.

Thomas is kissing the head of Lincoln’s gorgeous dick like he’s testing the taste. He swirls his tongue around the titanium vertical barbell, and Lincoln allows him the time to explore.

“Yeah, just like that.” Lincoln looks down at Thomas with hooded eyes. “Now, wrap your hand around the base. That’s it — fuck. What a good Alpha. Wrap your hot lips around it, then lick and…shit, that’s good.”

He never looks away, as his dick slips in and out of Thomas’ mouth but holds himself back from thrusting his hips.

I can tell how much Lincoln wants to, but he’s trying to make this good for Thomas, since it’s his first time.

I can’t look away myself.

Finally, Lincoln growls, however, unable to take the sensation any longer. He throws back his head, urging forward his hips.

“Fuck,” I whisper.

Ghost snatches my arm and forces me to look away from the scene and face him instead.

His pale cheeks are flushed, but all his focus is on me.

I ignore the wet sounds of the blow job behind us and Lincoln’s increasingly pleasured moans.

Ghost growls. His blue eyes flash. He thumps his chest, before pressing the flat of his warm palm above my heart.

It’s clear: he wants me to be his first as well.

“Please.” I push into the feel of each of his fingers, which cover the Soul Mark like I can brand it onto him as well. “I can coach you too. Omegas should also always support Omegas.”

Ghost huffs, before his eyes darken and his plush lips curl.

Uh oh, I think that I’m the one who’s going to be taught a lesson.

I’m seriously okay with that.

Ghost loops his arms around my waist, and for one long moment, he rests his head against my neck.

I bury my nose in his soft curls, breathing in his rich scent that’s deepened with desire.

Then he growls, deep and feral in the back of his throat. The rumble vibrates against my skin, as he nips me warningly.

I’m flooded with an answering desire, which makes my knees buckle.

He drives me back with surprising strength toward the table, before pulling back and kissing me, frantically.

He twists me, pressing me down over the table. My chest is resting over the burned marks of a snake. I reach out to stroke over the ghost design, which is next to me.

Ghost’s own pack tried to sell him.

They stole his voice.

They abandoned him in order to save their own skins to an enemy pack.

Yet here he is — loved and accepted.

He has an Alpha, Beta, and Omega who adore him.

He’s orchestrating his own revenge.

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