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“Just as gorgeous as I thought,” he murmurs, lifting his head. My chest is red from his beard, but my brain short circuits as he pulls his fingers from my pussy and paints my lips with it.

“Taste yourself with me.”

His lips crash over mine, groaning loudly as he sucks my lips. I can taste sugar cookies faintly as we kiss, and the entire truck smells like it. Pulling away, he shoves his fingers into his mouth, holding eye contact as he sucks them clean.

“Exactly as satisfying as I thought it would be,” he murmurs. “Next time, I plan to eat you out in a more comfortable setting, Aisling. I’m addicted.”

“Next time?” I breathe, panting as I watch his fingers move between my legs to swipe more slick from them before cleaning them with his mouth and tongue.

“There’s definitely going to be a next time, Aisling. You’re going to crave my touch, my tongue, and eventually my cock and my knot. Fuck, you made a mess of my pants, and I don’t even fucking care,” he grunts. “I never want to give you up.”

“But—” I begin, but he shakes his head, kissing me as he begins to fix my clothes. My bra is pulled up, my dress buttoned, and my knife tucked back into the holster, I have strapped to my thigh.

“We’ll figure out the details,” Domh growls. “Promise not to ghost me. I need you to keep talking to me.”

Helping me back into my seat as I gaze at him in a daze, not bothering to tell him that I can buckle myself in as he does it. I feel loose and languid, relaxed even after coming. My eyes move to the very apparent erection Domh is sporting and he glances down with a grin.

“My guys will be thanking you for that,” he says, driving out of the alley. “Evan will be home from work soon, and will happily drop to his knees to swallow down my cum.”

Why is my mouth watering at the thought of that?

“My pack and I are all together,” he explains as he navigates the roads. “We all fuck, love each other, depend on each other. All we’re missing is our perfect omega.”

It doesn’t bother me in the least that they’re all together. Life is lonely, it makes sense that the heart is able to expand and love multiple people. Domh’s eyes light up when he talks about them. They must be special.

My body is a little twitchy after having my first orgasm, and I perfume as I think about them all together. Fuck, my panties are not going to be doing their job now that he’s cut them all to hell.

Inhaling deeply, he groans. “So that’s what you hide from me,” he rumbles. My fingers curl inward as his voice plays me like a beloved instrument that he knows well.

“Fuck,” I whimper, shuddering. “I’d never be able to go anywhere otherwise.”

“Oh no, baby girl. Your slick is mine,” he grunts. “When you think of me, I hope your pussy reminds you how deep my fingers were inside of it. When you remember tonight, I hope your vision whites out from need. Call me when that happens, I want to see how your pussy glistens for me.”

“Your mouth is enough to kill me,” I groan.

“Not yet, Aisling. Maybe one day, while you’re riding my face, and you’re soaking my beard,” he says. “Fuck, my cock is already leaking. Damn, it’s worth it though.”

Sooner than I’m ready, he drops me off at Wren’s house, and I hurry to my car and jump inside, following him out. I look a mess. One of her alphas will get the wrong damn idea and shoot him.

God, my life is complicated.

Chapter 16

Evan

New Year’s Day

Looking around the table,I smirk as I see the holy terror of cousins and friends around it, along with our parents. We all grew up in this neighborhood in Minneapolis, where our parents all watched out for everyone’s kids.

Dating wasn’t fun for any of us, because of the eagle eyes they had, until they realized that my pack only had eyes for each other.

My parents just want us all to be happy, though an omega is an important part of that to stay balanced.

“Meghan, I’m so glad you’re here,” Mom says as she walks out from the kitchen to look at her. She's been cooking up a storm with the other moms, and is finally getting to say hello to everyone now that dinner is almost ready.

“Hi Aunt Sue,” Meghan says softly, blinking rapidly as she looks down at her son. Benji is playing with her long hair,tugging on it with a grin. He’s a handsome kid, and looks nothing like his fathers.

“None of that,” Mom soothes. Scooping up Benji, she grins at him. She’s an alpha, and one of my dads is an omega. There are so many different types of families. They were the first to teach me that.

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