Page 31 of For What It's Worth

I wasn’t supposed to like that idea, but I couldn’t remember why. Especially staring into Jen’s eyes full of dominance and … something else. Desire?

“Are you listening to me, little bear?”

“Yes, alpha.”

The hold on my chin tightened. Jen’s scent flared, telling me how much he liked my submissive gesture.

“Very good, little bear. Now tell Aidan how many tacos you want.”

Jen still hadn’t let go of my chin so I could only see Aidan in my peripheral. “A lot, please.”

“How many is a lot?” Aidan asked.

I raised my hands and held them only a few inches apart. “If they are this big, like six.” A little farther apart. “This big maybe five.” Pulling my hands even farther apart, I shrugged. “Let’s just go with five. No six. No, five is fine. Five, I’ve decided.”

Aidan didn’t hesitate. The slam of the car door made me jump, but Jen finally released me. A soft click let me know he’d locked the car doors. The only light in the car was provided by the touch screen console up front. Running my hand along the ceiling of the car—no wait. Roof. Running my hand along the roof of the car, I searched for lights. I found a little switch, slid it to the right, and filled the space with a dim orange glow.

Having leaned so far forward, my chest was only a few inches away from Jen’s face. For the first time tonight, I blushed at our nearness. Jen didn’t seem to notice, however, since he hadn’t taken his gaze away from my breasts. I was small enough I didn’t have to wear a bra unless I was going to be working out, walking around all day, or chose to give my breasts an extra oomph. And since Jenson had literally fondled my breasts like an hour ago, he knew I hadn’t worn anything under my shirt. Alpha arousal grew stronger in the small space.

A tug on my hips pulled me away from Jen only to make me realize my previous position had placed my ass right in Enzo’s face. But that time, the embarrassment didn’t get a strong hold because my thoughts turned into how effective that position could’ve been. One male at my front, playing with my breasts, biting and kissing my collarbone, my neck, as his fingers played with my nipples. If I was lucky, he wouldn’t be wearing any pants, and I’d be able to take his dick in my hands, licking his tip to get him ready for my mouth. And with another male behind me, he’d play with my clit until he eased a single finger inside me, dragging that digit along my inner walls to find the perfect spot. Adding a second finger and maybe a third until I was soaked enough for his dick to slide easily inside me. I felt the phantom pulses of my pussy clenching down on nothing.

“Orsetta.” I turned my attention to Enzo and out of my own vivid imagination. He was much closer than I’d realized, although his scent wasn’t as strong as Jen’s.

“Yes?” I asked, my voice barely a whisper.

My mouth, throat, and tongue were so dry it was like I’d swallowed sand.

Enzo didn’t get a chance to explain whatever he was going to say because a familiar scent of burnt marshmallows invaded my senses. For a moment, I’d forgotten where I knew the scent from, but one look at the males’ straining muscles, labored breathing, and blown pupils reminded me.

My perfume.

A thrill of excitement washed over my other emotions, drowning them out until all I wanted was to take my clothes off so everything I’d imagined could finally come true. And even the parts I hadn’t dared to dream about: an alpha’s knot.

Just the thought of a knot was enough to flood my pussy in wetness, increasing my scent in the car. But even as the haze of horny potential wrapped itself around my thoughts, a nagging feeling gave me a headache—like a splinter you only felt when you rubbed your finger across it just right.

Aidan. I was missing Aidan.

I turned to look out the back window, searching the crowded line for familiar blond hair. For the male I needed in order to complete the pack and take my turn with them—and their knots.

“Fuck. We need to distract her,” Jen said, but I was barely paying attention. I needed to get to Aidan.

Reaching for the door handle, I pulled it, but it didn’t budge. I tried unlocking it, but the car seemed broken, because the button wouldn’t click.

“What the hell?” I yanked on the handle again before turning my attention to Jen. “Unlock it.”

“We can’t let you go out there, little bear.”

Glaring at Jen, I hated his calm words that didn’t give me what I wanted. “I want Aidan.”

“I thought you wanted tacos?” Enzo asked.

My thoughts were at war, battling for control over what should take dominance. The tacos lost against my desperate core. If I couldn’t get to Aidan, I’d bring him to me.

Reaching toward Enzo, I half crawled onto his lap, carelessly climbing over his thighs until I got into the position allowing me to straddle his hips. Sitting on Enzo’s lap, his lips were still slightly too high for me to reach if I also want to rub myself against his hardness.

I tried spreading my knees wider so I could press myself down on him, but my left knee pressed against the door, stopping my descent. I growled at Enzo as if this inability was his fault. The slight scent of arousal and pine trees disappeared under the new scent of alpha anger.

One of his hands clasped the back of my neck, careless of the hair strands that got caught and pulled at my scalp. His grip was unrelenting—punishing. I was forced to look at Enzo’s face, his dark blue eyes caged behind long eyelashes. My main instinct demanded I submit, while a different instinct demanded I get away from the angry alpha. I bucked and fought to get off his lap, but his hold kept me from being able to move away.

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