Page 40 of Building My Pack

"Fuck me, alpha, please. I want your knot," I plead.

Either he takes pity on my poor, wanton soul or that tight grip on his control slips because his hips start moving and I swear I'm seeing stars within the first few minutes. My walls clench on him as I come so many times that I lose count before I feel his knot start to swell at the base of him. He's already so big that I don't know how it's going to fit, but I can feel the slick start to drip out of my entrance, preparing me to take all of it.

When it locks into place and hot spurts of his seed start pumping into me, I might as well turn into a wild animal bucking underneath him while his hands close around my hips to keep me in place. It takes a moment for the sensation to finally stop and when it does, I feel that exhaustion from before come racing back.

Still locked inside of me, he rolls us both to our sides, tossing my leg over his while kissing my shoulder and every other place he can reach, praising, "You're so perfect."

Lazily looking around while he dotes attention all over my body, I tease, "I pictured your room a little more sophisticated nerdy than this."

"Mmm," he murmurs against my skin. "This isn't my room, love. It's yours."

I whip my chin around to look at him over my shoulder. "Mine?"

"Mmhmm," he says. "We'll fix it up however you like for whenever you're here."

"Do you always give your women a room in your house?" I ask, despising the thought of either him or Santiago with another woman. It actually makes me angry to even consider.

"Never," he answers easily. "The only woman who we got close enough to let into our lives never wanted to stay here. She used us for information on our business then tucked tail and ran."

"I'm sorry," I tell him, regretting having asked now. I run a hand over his cheek, and he kisses my palm.

"I'll always answer any of your questions. No secrets," he says.

I feel like there's more he's wanting to say but he doesn't get the chance to as Santiago's voice from the doorway calls out, "Got room for one more?"

That sexy one-sided smile appears as I open my arms for him.

Chapter 19

Bryce

The next morning, I wake within Santiago's arms. He's wrapped as tightly as possible against my back. Kennedy had been here all night, too. When I reach out to feel his side of the bed, it's still warm, so he must've gotten up not long ago. Laying quiet, I take a look around the room now that there's light filtering in through the heavily curtained window. There are built-in bookshelves on either side of the door that leads into the bathroom. I got a peek in there last night between some of the hottest alpha sex ever and it's even more amazing than the kitchen. The standup shower alone is a work of art with multiple shower heads connected to the ceiling and blue-marbled tile. I can't believe Kennedy said that this was mine. Who just gives someone a room in their house? And the fact that they did obviously means they've been planning to keep me around. The thought sends a thrill through me. Especially after they were so accepting of my situation. They were more thanacceptinglast night as I took both of them. Once at the same time when I finally got my taste of Kennedy. It's one thing to be in the daze of heat and having sex while others are in the room watching. Then it's a whole other level to not only be completely coherent but have them both participating. I rub my thighs together to battle the warmth that settles in my lower belly, and it wakes Santiago.

"Mmm," he grumbles in my ear while pushing a leg between mine. "I love waking up with you like this." I lock my fingers with his on my stomach as he kisses my shoulder with a small groan. "How does a hot shower and some breakfast sound?"

"Sublime," I admit. Not that I don't want another roll in the hay this morning. I just don't know if my achy body could handle it right this very second.

He rolls out of bed behind me, and I immediately regret the decision at the loss of his body heat. However, I quickly recover with the sight of the naked sculpted man in front of me stretching his arms to the ceiling with a big yawn. I'm not ashamed when he catches me staring over my shoulder, either. That cocky smirk pops one side of his lips up as he reaches out a hand to help me out of bed. He pulls me in for a quick kiss before leading us into the bathroom straight over to the shower I have a feeling I'm going to become obsessed with. Sure enough, as he turns it on and we step in, I already know it's going to be hard to get back out. It feels like standing in the middle of a warm rainstorm. Just like his scent that fills the space making it feel even more real.

Somehow acutely attuned to him, I can feel when he steps up behind me without him even touching me. But then he does, and my eyes roll back in my head as he starts lathering shampoo into my hair. It's one of the weirdest things because I can't ever remember anyone washing my hair, even at the salon when I go in for trims. And I don't know if it's because of how long it is, but the sensation is unbelievable. Once it's rinsed, he conditions it, too.

When he's done, he closes the distance between us so that our skin brushes against each other as he leans down to my ear. "I will wash your hair for eternity if you promise to keep making sounds like that."

I hadn't even realized I'd been doing that, but I don't get to tell him as much as his arms wrap around me and his soapy hands set to work washing over my body. He takes his time in the most sensitive places, making desire settle in my core. By the time that he's finished, I'm absolutely over the shower, because all I can think about is having him inside of me again.

Turning around, I find his lopsided smile greeting me, but it quickly drops as I get to my knees and take him into my mouth. My hair gets wrapped up in a fist as he groans deep in his throat. I take him as far as I can and moan around him, making his hips jerk involuntarily. My tongue laps at the underside of him as I slowly ease back, and then tease the bottom of his tip before taking him all the way again down my throat. I work him slow and then faster until there's a deep purr coming from his chest, and I can tell his legs are getting shaky. Then his knot starts to swell at the base, and I grab it tightly while finishing him off with my mouth. When he starts to come, I let him slip from my lips so that he can spurt all over my chest. Call me crazy, but some part of me demanded being marked by him.

I'm literally throbbing with need when he pulls me to my feet and presses my back against the wall to claim my mouth in a scorching kiss. Pulling away, he wipes my chest clean but doesn't grab the soap. "I want you to go to Kennedy just like this. That pussy weeping for a knot with another alpha's scent all over you. You can thank me later."

He shuts off the water and hands me a small towel to wrap my hair before wrapping a soft robe around my shoulders. While I'm towel-drying my hair, he directs me to where I might find Kennedy. Checking to make sure I'm not going to drip water through their beautiful home, I follow his directions down the flight of stairs that keep me hot and bothered with the thought of what happened on them last night. By the time I make it to the thick, oak door that's standing halfway open, I'm more than ready for whatever goodness Santiago just helped set me up for.

Kennedy has someone on speaker phone talking to them about a property, so it takes him a minute to notice me standing here. When he does, he motions for me to come in. Anyone with a little decorum would take the chair in front of his desk and wait for his phone call to end. Unfortunately, Santiago has ensured that I'd have little patience walking in here.

I'm surprised to have to slide some papers out of the way as I make it to the other side and claim a seat right on the edge of his desk. I'd had him pegged for one who liked things orderly. Tugging my hair over my shoulder to make sure I don't drip water on anything, I lock eyes with him and one of his eyebrows lifts all the while replying to something the person on the phone asks. Same as last night, I can't help the desire to tease him.

Untying the belt holding the robe together, I let the sides slip open revealing my nakedness underneath. His nostrils flare slightly as his eyes soak up every inch of skin, and I know I'll be for certain thanking Santiago later as they darken. Putting a finger to his lips in a quiet motion, that hand glides up the inside of my thighs and parts them for him before his thumb slips between my folds to my little, happy button. I'm already so worked up that I'm shocked that I manage to not come on contact as well as not utter a single sound as tingles shoot up my spine.

My head falls back as his hand moves upward and closes around one breast and then the other tweaking each nipple until they're standing at points for him. There's an entire conversation happening that I don't see how he can even focus on. Glancing over at the phone, I notice a stack of papers behind it on the edge of the desk. My heart stops in my chest as I see Hartley written on one of the manila folders in the middle. I don't want to invade his property but that can't be a coincidence.

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