Page 63 of Consider The Lilies

Stefan ducks his head and his cheeks blush a deep crimson color. I have so many questions for my alpha—How well did Stefan take your knot? Did he cry when you bit him? Did he pour slick? Did he beg for more?

But I refuse to ask such crass things in front of Stefan.

“Let me know if there’s anything else you need.” Lucy sets a plate of steak and eggs in front of Stefan. The omega’s expression goes flat, and his shoulders fall.

“Eat,” Stanley commands, and Stefan picks up his fork. But he doesn’t dig into his food. He just stares at his plate.

Stanley notices his flat demeanor and shifts in his chair to better see the omega’s face. “What’s wrong?” he asks. “Are you in pain?”

“No.” Stefan shakes his head.

“Talk to me,” Stanley commands the omega in a gentle whisper. I had no idea he was capable of speaking in such a tender voice. It’s almost shocking.

I love it.

“It’s just,” Stefan sighs, “these eggs are kind of weird.” He pokes the yoke with his fork, making the orange center jiggle slightly. “The middle is still wet.” He frowns.

“Sir?” Lucy looks at Stanley. The beta clearly wants to fix it.

“Make his eggs however he wants,” Stanley says. “But heneedseggs. They’re good for him.”

A wash of relief relaxes Lucy’s smile, and she nods.

“Bear.” Stanley pushes his phone into his pocket and stands. “A word.”

I look once more at Stefan, admiring his beautiful face before forcing myself to follow Stanley. We walk past the storage closet in the hallway, and some of my excitement falls. We sometimes fool around in there, and right now I’m begging for release. I haven’t come in several days, and it’s fucking killing me.

“Rossi is coming by,” I tell Stanley as I follow him down the hall and into a nearby room. I’m not sure what its purpose was when this place was built, but we use it to store old computers and hard drives. Stanley is paranoid about trashing anything with our data on it. “The bay area is?—”

Stanley swings the door shut then slams my body into the nearest wall. I grunt from the force then moan when he crushes our mouths together. I hum at the taste of him—rich and masculine—as he channels his fingers through my hair.

“Stefan mewled for me.” Stanley’s hands drop to my belt, and my heart begins to race.He knows exactly what I need.“He whimpered and moaned as I shoved my knot deep inside him.” He pulls my cock free, gripping my shaft in his mighty fist.

“Fuck!” My eyes roll into the back of my head when he squeezes the tip. I’m so fucking sensitive. I had no idea orgasm denial could make me feel this way. And while I never want to do it again, I can’t help but love how electric I feel right now in my alpha’s hands.

“I wish you could have seen him, Bear,” Stanley growls low in his chest as he slowly jerks me. “He was so soft and sweet, letting me claim his virgin ass.”

Heat skates across my skin, and I grab my alpha’s upper arms. His biceps flex under my fingers when he squeezes my cock harder. Faster.

“He sucked my cock.” Stanley presses his forehead to mine. “His little tongue was clumsy but so eager to please.” He reaches into my pants with his other hand, cupping my balls as he continues to pump me. “Do you want to suck him off?” An evil chuckle pushes from his chest.

“Don’t tease me,” I pant, struggling to think straight.

“I bet you’d love to fall to your knees and lick every drop of cum and slick that pours from his eager little body. Wouldn’t you?”

The familiar tingle in my spine grows, and my balls draw up. “Don’t stop,” I beg, curling my fingers into his strong arms.I hope I bruise him.

“Come for me, Bear.” Stanley’s mouth hovers over mine. His breath is so warm. “Give me all that pearly alpha cum.”

His gravelly voice sends me over the edge, and my cock begins to pulse. Sticky strings of white burst from the tip, coating his hands and down the front of my pants. For a second, my vision goes white and I suck in ragged breaths of air, completely wrecked.

“That’s a good alpha.” Stanley chuckles deep in his chest, squeezing me root to tip. “You came so good for me.”

I’m not into the Dom/sub games he and Yuki play, but I do love his gentle praise in moments like this. There’s something about the balance between his commanding nature and sweet compliments that feels right.

“Tell me everything,” I beg, still reeling in the glow of my release, but I’m desperate to know more. “Was he good for you?”

Stanley smiles, and I instantly know Stefan was perfect. “Very good,” my pack alpha says softly. “Stefan is a very good omega, and, one day soon, I think he’ll be very good for you, too.”

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