Page 43 of Whatever It Takes

I’ve never had that before, and I want more of it.

My insides burn.

The aching need to be covered in his scent washes over me from nowhere.

“I need more,” I whimper in between frantic kisses.

“Anything,” he murmurs against my lips. “Just tell me what you need more of…”

“You.” I groan, sliding my arm between us to clutch my stomach. “Oh fuck, this is bad.” My cheek comes to rest against his, and his skin feels cool compared to mine.

“Wait…” He slides his hand up the bottom of Keir’s shirt, and his palm dances over my bare ass. “You’re hot, like burning up.”

“Yeah,” I agree, nodding wildly. “I just realized I forgot my suppressants in the bathroom cabinet at Jameson’s. I haven’t had them in two days. I mean, I took them yesterday morning, but I take them every morning and at night.”

“How do I help?” he asks, swallowing thickly.

“I don’t know,” I whisper. “I’ve been on suppressants since my first heat tried to start. I’m sure you heard Jameson bragging about taking my virginity.”

“I don’t think the world will miss anything with him being gone.” Calder surprises me by rolling us. My back hits the mattress, and he hovers over me, keeping himself up with one palm. “I hate to say this, but I have no idea what I’m doing.”

My eyes widen. There’s a massive wet spot that I left on his sweats. I don’t even really comprehend his words, but my instincts are convinced much could be fixed by coming on his knot a whole bunch of times.

“I need to come.” I nod like a fiend. “Or you do, inside me, preferably while I’m locked on your knot.” Grabbing the waistband of his sweats, I tug them down. His heavy cock bounces out, slapping against his stomach.

My pheromones burst in the air in an attempt to coax the compatible alpha within reach. His dewy, fresh scent pulses in response to mine, and my head falls to the side as I whine.

Calder lets out a feral growl that bounces around the room, and his weight falls on top of me. It cages me into the mattress deliciously, making my instincts hum in delight.

Keir’s shirt hovers around my hips as Calder kicks out of his sweats, but I don’t get to remove my shirt, because he’s in the way.

“We shouldn’t rush things. I haven’t even asked if I could court you.” He nips at my lower lip as his hand slides up my side.

“You can court me. I would love that. Now kiss me!”

“Yes, ma’am.” He chuckles, but I dive for his mouth at the same time I wrap my hand around his hard length.

Okay, so, Calder ispacking.Like, to the point I’m a little concerned my vagina might not survive him, but she would go out happy.

What am I thinking?

Omegas have one job in life, and that is to take a bunch of alpha cock. I’mbuiltfor this, even if I don’t have a whole lot of practice. Also, his scent alone has my body ready to do the damn thing.

I guide him between my lower lips, and he thrusts perfectly to bump my clit.

“Fucking hell, Briar. You’re soaked.” He runs his fingers over my cheek, and it’s such a tender moment that I might die. At the very least, I’ll melt into a gooey pile of useless begging omega. “You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.” He pecks a kiss on my lips, and I sob as he crawls down my body.

His shaft slips from my hand, and I struggle to sit up to grab him to drag him back.

He’s slender.

Maybe I could tackle him and just climb on his dick?

My head shakes, and I desperately try to clear away the fog. I’m acting like an omega completely lost to her instincts.

This is so bad.

Except Calder spreads my lower lips, and that is very good.

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