It was difficult to care too much about the time when Lilah’s scent was so heavy in my nose, though, and I could feel every inch of her soft curves pressed against mine. I never slept with a shirt on, so I could feel the skin of her arms, her neck, and her chest, where the scoop of her tank top exposed it, brushing against my torso.

I wanted her naked—immediately. Right the fucknow. I wanted every inch of her skin pressed against mine, melding us together until I didn’t know where I ended and she began.

“I’m...not sure,” she admitted, her voice a little breathy. She squealed a little when I nipped at her neck and then moaned helplessly. “Oh, that feelsgood...”

“Mmm. You don’t know what time it is, and you came into the bedroom of a sleeping alpha dressed like this,smellinglike this, for...what?” I bit at her neck again, harder this time. The words were flowing so much easier than they usually did, and the spike of arousal in her scent only made me want to talk dirty to her more.

I’d never felt this way about a woman before. Ever.

“I...” Her fingers dug into my back when she wrapped her arms around my neck, and her eyes were glazed over when I pulled away to look at her. Her hips kept working up against me, grinding against the hard length of my cock, and I couldn’t stop myself from grinning down at her, her scent going to my head.

“What’s got you so worked up, sweetheart? Hmm?” I leaned down and grabbed her lower lip between my teeth, nipping and gently tugging enough that she whined and parted her lips, and then I dove in for a kiss. Her taste burst out over my tongue as I dove in and swallowed every moan she gave me like she was mine to keep.

Of course, she wasn’t—she belonged to all of us.

But in this moment, she was mine. Justmine.

“I...in the bathroom.” Her voice was a little hazy and confused when I pulled away again, and it took half a second before I remembered that I’d asked her a question. She nodded as if she were confirming something to herself. “I...had to go pee. Still do,actually.” She let out a little giggle and then continued, “I didn’t realize that...there was someone in the bathroom.”

My cock jerked, and if I hadn’t already been hard as a rock, that would have fucking done it. “Who was it?”

She bit her lip. “Oliver.”

Oh, fuck.

I hummed, then slowly slid down her body, pulling her shorts down with one swift yank. This story could go one of two ways. I had the feeling that I knew which way, considering she was in here with me, but I wanted to be prepared. And if this story had an unhappy ending...

Well, I was going to distract my omega.

“What happened?” I leaned forward and brushed my lips over her pelvic bone, mouthing at the skin there just for a second. I scraped my teeth over her skin, making her shiver, then lowered myself further, dragging my tongue over her swollen clit before she could say anything.

The yelp and helpless groan she let out as I sucked the sensitive bundle of nerves into my mouth was going to live rent-free in my head for a long, long time. Andfuck, she was wet. A mess, really, as if she’d already been playing...

“Tell me, sweetheart,” I growled, barely pulling away enough to get the words out.

She whined, and then, breathily, “I walked in...and Oliver was in there. It took me a second to realize that it was him and not you, because I knew it couldn’t be Killian. I’d just left him in bed...”

I leaned down and teased her clit with my tongue again as a reward for talking, and I had to band my forearm over her hips to make sure that she stayed put when she arched off the bed. She let out a strangled yelp that made me smirk, but she kept telling her story like the good fucking girl she was.

“He was in the shower, and...god, he was touching himself. He had his hand wrapped around his cock, and he was...fuck...”

I didn’t let up, and she whimpered, drenching my chin with her juices before she kept going. “He looked up and saw me, and I know I should have left. But...I fuckingcouldn’t. I couldn’t make my feet go, and I just kept...fucking...watching.” She paused, then continued breathily, “It was like something flipped in my brain, and the second I saw him, I was so fucking turned on that I couldn’t see straight. And I crossed the room and then just stood there...watching him...”

“Touching yourself?” I whispered, pulling away and letting my lips brush against her swollen clit.

She whimpered. “He told me to. He told me to pull my shorts to the side so that he could see my p-pretty pussy, and then...then he told me to finger myself...”

I chuckled, sliding my hand up until I could tease my fingertips over her soaked entrance. I eased one finger in, growling at the tightness, and lapped at her clit with a long lick again. “Like this?”

She whimpered, clenching around my finger as she nodded. “Yes...”

I pushed my finger deeper, curling it up against her G-spot, sucking her clit into my mouth as I pumped my finger in and out of her a few times and then pushed another finger in. “And then?”

She squirmed, clenching. She was so wet that there was no resistance to my fingers, and it took everything inside of me not to straighten up and shove my pajama pants down so I could take her right then and there. But she wasn’t done with her story, and I wanted to know exactly what had happened that had made her come into my room so fucking hot and bothered...

“Then...he watched me...and he talked to me. Told me that it wasn’t enough, my fingers. The way I was touching myself.” She let out a low wail when I sank my fingers knuckle-deep again and nudged a third finger alongside the first two, stretching her, making her tight channel fight to take me.

“And he was right, wasn’t he, sweetheart?” I murmured, pulling away. I licked my lips, cleaning away every last trace of her juices as I did so, and I watched my fingers disappear into her over and over again as I fingerfucked her. My fingers were glistening with her juices, her folds were swollen and stretched around me, and god, I wanted to feel her around me, I needed to be inside of her, I needed...