Page 28 of Consider The Lilies

“Really, Yuki?” I cut her a look, not pleased. “That’s all you have to spare?”

“Yes.” Yuki slides into her seat next to me. She cuts me a challenging smile before looking at Stefan across from her. “Omega,” she greets him in a tense tone.

Stefan quickly drops his gaze, clearly intimidated. I don’t blame him. Yuki is stunning, and the power that radiates off her is ten times any male.

“You look uncomfortable,” Yuki says to Stefan as Lucy sets her breakfast in front of her. She’s a creature of habit—just like me—eating the same damn thing every morning. For her, it’s Greek yogurt topped with granola and honey. I don’t get why she likes it so much. Too much sweet shit. She might as well eat candy for breakfast.

“I’m okay,” Stefan mumbles into his plate, but Yuki is right. He looks uncomfortable as he rubs his stomach with one hand, using the other to push a piece of steak around the plate with the tip of his knife.

“Tea,” Yuki says to Lucy, not bothering to look at the beta. Lucy bows her head and walks off. “I take it you’re not a morning person?” Yuki says to Stefan, but her eyes are on me.

“I don’t know,” Stefan mumbles again, his chin practically touching his chest. His blond curls hang in his eyes, shielding him from Yuki’s hard gaze.

The she-alpha smiles at his submissive display. “How didyousleep, alpha?” Her dark eyes lock with mine as she slips a hand over the collar of her blouse. She tugs the thin fabric ever so slightly, teasing me as she exposes the soft mounds of her perky tits.Fucking hell.“I’m sure it wasn’t easy sleeping next to your new…” her dark eyes slide to Stefan, but he refuses to look at her, “...friend.”

“Come.” I stand, and Stefan’s head snaps up. I can tell from the look on his face that he’s not sure if I’m talking to him or not. “Yuki,” I make myself clear. “I need a word.”

A slow-spreading smile slips across the she-alpha’s face as she stands. “Excuse us,” she says to Stefan. He doesn't say a word as he looks between me and Yuki with big frightened eyes.

“Lucy,” I say to the beta. She stands tall, eagerly waiting for her orders. “Watch Stefan.” Then I march out of the room.

Yuki’s heavy boots follow me into the corridor and to the door right across from the dining room. It’s a storage closet,filled with various cleaning supplies. We come here to fuck sometimes when we only have a few minutes between meetings.

I pause and glance back, making sure Stefan is where he’s supposed to be, then I open the door and pull Yuki inside.

The she-alpha is instantly all over me, her hands sliding under my shirt while I shut the door firmly behind us.

“You are such a brat,” I growl low in my chest, shoving her against the back of the door. I grip both sides of her blouse and rip. Buttons fly off, a few smacking my chest before falling to the cold wooden floor. They tap and roll everywhere.

“Impatient?” Yuki teases me, arching her back as I jerk her shirt down her slim arms.

“Shut the fuck up,” I snarl then force her to spin. She moans loudly, resting her cheek on the door. My hands slide down her hips at the same time hers slide up the door. I reach around her trim waist, undoing her belt. Her body jerks from my forceful movements. “Do you think it’s funny to bring me such a tiny goddamn bottle of lube?”

Yuki slowly turns her head, looking at me over her shoulder. “It’s half empty.” She smirks, and my anger spikes.

“I hope it was worth it.” I yank her pants down her long legs, quickly landing several swats to her bare ass. She yips then moans. “Is there a reason you’re being such an asshole, or are you looking to be hate-fucked?”

“What do you mean, alpha?” she asks with exaggerated innocence. “I only did as you asked. It’s not my fault I didn’t have much to spare.” She wiggles her ass at me, and I spank her once more. This smack lands with a sharp pop, making her hiss and my palm sting. The thought of the stunning handprints that will be on her ass has me so fucking hard, it hurts.

“You know exactly what I mean.” I grab her braid at the base of her neck, then yank, forcing her head back. “Are you jealous, Yuki?”

“No,” she snarls, all traces of playfulness gone. It’s rare to get under the she-alpha’s skin, but I love her visceral reaction when I do.

“Really?” I bring my lips right to her ear, pressing my hips against her raw ass. “Because you’re not being very hospitable to our new guest.”

“I brought you the fucking lube,” she growls the best she can with her head tipped so far back. “What more do you want from me?”

I jerk her hair again, making her grunt. “I think you’re scared.” I push my hips forward, letting her feel my thick cock through my slacks. I’m leaking precum everywhere, desperate for relief.

“I’m not scared of shit,” Yuki growls.

“Are you scared I’ll love his ass more than your pussy?” I ask in a mocking tone. I can feel her temper rising. It’s pouring off her, making her smoky amber scent sting my nostrils.

“Fuck off,” Yuki snarls, and I hold her hair tighter, not allowing her to move.

“Are you scared you won’t be my good little girl anymore?” I slip my hand around her trim waist and between her legs. I push between her delicate folds, feeling her arousal. I play with it, circling her swollen clit.

“Oh, god,” she moans, pushing her ass into my dick. “Lube,” she pants when I begin flicking her clit. “In my pants. In my pocket.”

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