Page 33 of Bonding the Band

It was absolutely ridiculous how much those words made me preen. My omega traits had never made me this pitiful before. I was a strong, confident, rational woman. Most of the time. Apparently, all it took was two words from this alpha to unravel all of that.

“If you want me to stop, I’ll stop,” he promised. “I was just hoping to get to know you now that you’re part of the pack. Hen was totally hogging you.”

“This is ridiculous,” I lamented. “Hendrix was a one-night stand.”

“Is he still just that?” Arlo tilted his head like a pup, examining me.

It was really fucking hard to think when I could feel his cock pressing against me while I straddled his lap. “I mean, he’s the father of my baby, but I don’tknowhim.”

“Do you want to?” Arlo asked. “We all want to know you.”

Why was he so cute? His stubble was the perfect amount of grown in, his hair all spiked up and styled, and his brown eyes plaintive while still burning with desire. My resolve was crumbling, even as I tried to shove the bricks of it back into place.

I didn’t need to sleep with him to feel better, but I hadn’t felt this good in months. The pain being gone was like a natural high, and I was pretty sure I didn’t have the willpower to turn away from it right now. I’d been avoiding thinking about it too hard, but since Hendrix had a pack, that meant they would all be the fathers of our child in some capacity, even if they weren’t in my life. It was probably in all our best interests if I grabbed on to the chances they offered me, despite my practicality screaming at the idea.

I moved before I could mentally talk myself out of it, putting my mouth back on his and groaning at the burst of scent, slick pooling between my thighs at the jump of his cock. Arlo cupped my ass cheeks and rocked me over his hard cock, making me dizzy with want until I was peeling off my shirt and tearing at his, desperate to get closer.

His laugh was like music when he scooped me up and kicked in the door to the bedroom where Hendrix had taken me thatfirst time. Arlo laid me out on the bed, pulling away just long enough to whip his shirt off before dropping forward to cage me in with his arms. I couldn’t quite catch my breath with him all around me. Arlo made quick work of my bra and sucked my nipple into his mouth, the swipe of his tongue and the groan that followed almost enough to undo me right there. I squirmed beneath him, fingers clutched in his hair, the most pathetic mewls slipping from my lips.

“The show,” I mumbled, half remembering that the concert was far from over.

“They can handle it.” His voice was muffled against my skin as he switched from one breast to the other, his fingers curling into the waistband of my leggings to peel them down. “The real question is, canyouhandleme, princess?”

I honestly wasn’t sure if I could. Sweat pricked at my skin, my core temperature rising. I had never been this desperate for anyone before, but apparently the universe wanted me to get acquainted with that feeling.

“Arlo,” I whined.

His moan echoed in the small space. “Fuck. Me. I’ve been waiting to know what my name on your lips would sound like. The fantasy of it can’t even compare. Say it again.”

Before I could draw breath to speak, he slipped his fingers into my panties, gliding through the slick there.

His low growl rose every hair on my body. I struggled with the intensity of the eye contact when he withdrew and dragged two fingers over his tongue. A shudder rolled through me, and I rocked my hips in silent invitation.

“Arlo, please.”

“Goddamn. You begging me is even sweeter. I hadn’t planned on getting my hands on you this quickly, but I’m very glad you want me as much as I want you. Did you know—” He spread my thighs and rocked himself between them. “—that we almost hada couple fights break out because your scent was in here and Hendrix was trying to hog it? They’re all going to lose it when they discover how much better it smells from the source.”

“Hendrix already found that out.”

“Yeah, but whatever he was on wiped anything useful about you from his brain.” He buried his face against my throat, inhaling dramatically. “You smell so fucking good. You want me to taste you, princess?”

What kind of question was that?Of courseI wanted him to. My pussy was practically weeping, waiting for him to get to that. “Yes.”

Apparently I was just going to throw caution to the wind today, but it was so hard to regret when he tugged off my panties and buried his face between my thighs. I arched off the bed like a cat, pleasure zinging up my spine.

Arlo matched my feral whine with a moan. His tongue snaked over my heated skin, lapping up my slick while I squirmed, his hands locking over my thighs to spread me out. Arlo rubbed his stubble over my inner thighs, nipping softly. “I’m going to eat this pussy every fucking day if you let me.”

Oh god.

I locked my fingers into his hair. I couldn’t think about anything after this moment, or I was going to tumble headlong into panic. “Please.”

“Please what, princess?”

“Don’t make me think. Please.”

Arlo took the request to heart and went back to work on my clit, effectively flicking off the switch of my brain. I squirmed and shuddered, caught in the waves of bliss that seemed so much more potent compared to how shitty I had felt when I had been staring at the band members onstage. When I broke apart, he lifted his self-satisfied smile to me, his grin turning manic, his eyes light.

“Should I stop here, or are you going to let me fuck you?”

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