Page 24 of Building My Pack

"Please, oh please," I whisper to him when my body tenses and starts to tingle letting me know I'm close. Then he slips a finger and another inside of me and I fall apart calling his name on a breathless hush.

I haven't even started to come down when he rises to his knees between mine. At some point, he finished undressing and I get my first good look at what was hiding underneath. Let's just say, it's slightly intimidating with size, but at this point in my life, I'd beg him for it either way. I need him in a way I never thought possible. When he starts to guide himself inside, the only thing I can do is grab hold of the forearm next to my head and hang on.

Once he's in as far as he can go, I let out the breath I didn't realize I was holding right before he drops his lips to mine and starts moving. To say that my body is practically preening underneath him is an understatement. Long gone are the feelings of inadequacy and insecurities. There's nothing but the way he feels moving inside of me and the skin-to-skin contact as his chest brushes against my nipples with every thrust.

My next climax hits me hard so suddenly that I almost make the mistake of begging for the knot that I can feel swelling at the base of him and begging for entrance. I want it so bad that I have to suck my teeth between my lips and bite down hard enough to keep me in sound mind. They're quickly put to work elsewhere as his crash down on them. Our tongues tangle as his hips jerk twice more and he collapses on top of me.

We lay like that for a few minutes with him between my thighs, slowly softening, and his right ear pressed against my chest. I know my heartbeat is a rapid thunder just like his that I can feel from where my hands are resting on his back.

Once I can finally catch my breath, I let my fingers skim over his back and shoulders and then into his hair, making him shiver. Dragging one down the side of his cheek, I love the roughness that meets them from his beard.

He kisses my palm as it passes his lips and then turns to place more on the side of my breast and middle of my chest before turning his gaze up to mine. "You are so beautiful."

It's a good thing my skin can't flush anymore than it already is. Instead of making it awkward like I tend to do, I lift my head to kiss him again, which he finishes by rolling over and pulling me with him until I'm half on top of him.

"I hope you know I didn't come here for that," he says, returning the favor of making me shiver as his fingers skate across my back. "I just wanted to see you."

"I'm not complaining," I tell him, smiling against his chest.

He chuckles and even with my eyes closed, I can tell he's wearing that lopsided grin of his. "Don't get me wrong, I'm not, either. I just don't want you thinking that's what I came here for."

"Mmm," I murmur. I want to be lazy and lay here for the rest of the night, but his free hand has been skimming up my side and teases the edge of my breast that's closest. Turning my head, I press my lips to his skin before a wicked idea comes to mind and I close them over his nipple. My hair gets wrapped in a fist and he uses it to angle my chin up so that he can slam his mouth down on mine. As all the other times before, there is no sweet, gentle tease from him. He pours everything he is into his kisses and it no less than lights my soul on fire.

Before I even know what I'm doing, I'm bringing myself to my knees without breaking away from him and slinging a leg over his hips. I hadn't stopped to think about if he could be ready again so soon, or even if he wanted to. Pure instinct driven, I'd wanted, so I took. Kit would be proud.

Thankfully, my eagerness is met with his own enthusiasm and he's more than ready for round two. So much so that he doesn't even need to help as I reach between us and take a hold of him to help guide him between my folds. From this angle, the slow push of him inside hits different spots than it did the first time. It feels so good that I can't help rolling my hips a few times before I start, quite literally, riding him. My breasts look huge spilling over his hands as he grasps them tight and rolls my nipples between his fingers. I cover them with my own as my hips keep moving.

For once, that smirk of his is lost to pleasure as he looks up at me from lust-filled half-lidded eyes. Letting my head fall back, I enjoy the sensations warring for attention from the feel of the tiny hairs on the top of his thighs brushing the bottom of my cheeks, to my nipples that I had no idea before tonight were so sensitive, to the sound of his breathing beneath me, and most certainly the hardest to ignore is the scent of summer rainstorm that seems to take over the entire room.

Somewhere in here with us, a phone rings, and I know it's not mine from the sound of it. The noise almost pulls me away from the high I'd been chasing just now.

Then, Santiago tells me, "Don't stop. It's just Kennedy. We'll call him back."

I'm not sure what sets me off. The way that his voice sends vibrations through his body straight into my happy button or the thought of calling Kennedy back. Maybe while we're just like this and he can see what he's missing out on. What would it be like if he'd come home, too, and was laying here with us? My pace picks up thinking about Kennedy lying against my pillows watching us as he strokes himself. Or would he have demanded to be first and made Santiago watch? Nah, he's too much the gentleman. Not that I would complain if they'd let me try taking them both. Imagining Kennedy on his knees behind me while I'm riding Santiago is what finally does it.

When I start to fall over that edge this time, it's harder not to press myself down on the knot I can feel building. It'd be so easy to give each other that pleasure even if I'd have a lot of explaining to do later. Mercifully, when my muscles clamp down on him and spasm, it sends him right over with me.

Not wanting to crush him, I move to lay at his side, but he's not having it.

"Just where do you think you're going?" he asks, grabbing my hips to keep me from moving. "Lay here with me for a minute."

There's a small undertone of an alpha command in there, but I don't think he meant to do it. Which is the prime reason I don't try to fight him on it and relax against him for a few seconds. Casually leaning to the side, I manage to weasel my way down to where I wanted to be, anyway. I love the sound and feel of his heartbeat as it starts to slow from its pounding pace.

Then a new sound starts up in his chest that is like a deep rumble. I've only ever heard about purring, most of it over the past couple weeks, but nothing can come close to hearing it for myself. Even after napping all day, it makes me relax even further against him, almost putting me to sleep. Burying my face into his chest, I revel in the small fact that the sound is just for me, even if there is a slight bit of panic about if a beta would react this way or not. I'm going to tell him soon. I just don't want it to be like this.

I'm just drifting off to sleep when his phone rings again. With a groan and soft apology, he scoots out from under my body and sits up to fetch it. Propping an elbow on the bed, I admire the way his back muscles flex as he reaches down to his discarded pants. From this angle, the mirror on top of my dresser gives me as good of a view of the front as I have from the back, and boy is it a view. There's a part of me that still can't believe this man with his body of sin and signature cocky side smirk is interested in me. As nothing more than a beta that can't give his pack any kind of bondage like an omega could.

"Hello," he answers.

It's quiet enough in the room for me to hear soft murmuring from the other end of the line before he adds, "You're kidding. What was the point in scheduling us for two weeks then if they've already made up their minds? Just to waste our time?"

Propping his elbows on his knees, his head falls into his free hand before he runs it through his hair with frustration. Kennedy's voice rises on the other end like he's ranting, too. Sitting up behind Santiago, I move until his body is between my raised knees so that I can, partially selfishly, massage the muscles in his back.

He rubs up and down my leg a couple times before he interrupts Kennedy. "Listen, just let it go for now. We'll get on the phone with them in a couple weeks and try again. It's all we can do at this point. Besides, I have something that'll make you feel better."

Kennedy's muffled voice says something that has Santiago chuckling. Glancing over his shoulder to me, he asks quietly, "Should we video call him?"

"Sure," I tell him, feeling anything but sure of it. Half a dozen of those insecurities that were buried with his presence come floating back to the surface. Only this time, it's added to the worry of what Kennedy might feel seeing us together like this. But it's too late once I agree, because Santiago immediately presses the button that'll video instead of voice chat.

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