Page 73 of Truth or Pack

“Taryn, are you okay?” Mathias gasped, rushing forward.

“Just here, killing the mood,” I groaned, straightening up as it passed. “But I think my heat is hitting.”

His face dropped. “Oh, I’ll go find Ash.”

“No, I need you,” I pleaded. “Let’s keep going, my heat’s not here yet. Maybe we should just send them a text to get things ready, though.”

Mathias barely hid his sigh of relief as he sent off a quick text, then glanced at his supplies on the floor.

I had a feeling he was about to clean up and I wasn’t having that. “Stop.”

He froze, hand hovering over the paint, head turning my way. Then his smile grew as I started to peel away the last of my outfit until I was standing there naked.

“Pick the colors, baby,” he urged, eyes locked on my body, taking in every inch I’d exposed for him. The hunger in his eyes, the primal need I could feel growing, was drowning me in the best way.

I picked up a few shades of greens and blues. Mathias took each one, pouring streaks of the color through the canvas then took my hand, pulling me closer.

He brushed my hair behind my ear and gave me a look that made my chest ache. The pure, unfiltered love and adoration there was more than I thought I’d ever get.

“I love you, Mathias,” I whispered, not wanting to break the moment, but needing him to hear it.

His head dropped against mine, foreheads resting together as if he was soaking in my words and letting them truly sink in.

“I love you, baby. So fucking much.”

Then it was like the tension snapped between us. We clashed together, a fury of kissing and teasing bites.

At some point we fell, sliding over the canvas in breathless laughter that was soon stolen by more hungry kisses. My handsskimmed over his body, feeling every ridge of his muscles as I moved lower until I could wrap my hand around his cock.

His hands were far less delicate. Every grip was bruising and I knew I’d bear his marks. My omega perked up at the thought, loving the idea of showing the world that we were his.

Theirs, if this heat spike was the real thing. I had a strong feeling it was. Between the stress of Ash’s ex and us coming together like we did, it was bound to happen sooner, rather than later.

Paint slid along my back and legs, cold against my overly-heated skin. I shivered as Mathias loomed over me, resting on his knees between my legs, spreading me open and soaking in the sight of my wet pussy.

“So fucking perfect, baby. I will never get tired of this sight,” he promised, eyes roaming over me and nostrils flaring as he breathed me in. “We’re going to make you feel so good during this heat. I’m going to taste and tease you to the brink of insanity and back before those alphas knot you.”

I whimpered at his words, slick gushing from my core as my omega surged forward, wrapping our legs around our mate and forcing him forward so he was plunged into me instead of sliding in slow and steady like he wanted.

“Fuck,” he cursed, falling forward and bracing his hands on the canvas around me before fucking me like we were both starved for this. I couldn’t wait to see if his handprints made it through the entire thing.

I needed this moment with him, needed to claim him as much as I did the others. It might be our first time together, but it was fueled by pent-up need that had been building since we met.

His eyes never left mine as he pistoned into me, claiming me from the inside out. One hand lifted from the canvas to tease me, his fingers circling my clit with each thrust. My toes curled asthe orgasm built, a slow and steady burn that was threatening to singe me from the inside out.

It wasn’t until he bent over me, teeth claiming my peaked nibble, that I came. My release slammed into me, my screams tearing out as slick gushed around him, leaking down onto the canvas, scent marking it forever.

I could vaguely hear movement beyond the room and I knew the others were here. Something about them hearing me screaming for Mathias had me even more turned on. If that was even possible.

I’d already soaked the paint and us, and he hadn’t even come yet. He was close, though. The way his thrusts were desperate, his fingers bruising as he latched onto my hips, his eyes half-lidded as he watched me writhing under him, told me he wouldn’t be holding on for much longer.

“Touch yourself for me, baby. Make yourself come around my cock one last time,” he ordered. His words were sharp and laced in wavering control. Sweat broke out on his forehead, his scent so strong that I was doused in it, my own sweet, heat-heightened scent mixing with his.

They wouldn’t be able to do business in this building for weeks after this if they didn’t air it out afterwards.

My grip was strong as I pulled him against me, fusing our sweat-soaked bodies together. I needed to feel him everywhere, the pressure of his body weighing me down as he came.

His body shuddered and I felt that shiver run through me, my fingers desperate as they were trapped between us.

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