Page 107 of Lonely Alpha

And now I was the one in trouble, all because I couldn’t actually keep Dash safe from this.

He was even handling it himself, kind of. I’d thought he would have broken down at Kiara’s claiming, but he was holding it together for the most part.

“What are you saying, then?” I asked, letting my body slump against his.

“Well, for one thing, I want you back. I only let you break it off with me because you were insistent.” His tongue slid along my neck and I shivered, gritting my teeth against my groan. “And you should let me take you out of your head the way I used to. It might give you some clarity.”

“Yes.”

The word released in a rush. He purred against me, the same way he’d purred for the omega.

“Good boy. You have no fucking idea how much I’ve wanted you to be mine again.”

Ididhave a clue, because ending our relationship was the hardest thing I’d ever done. I’d hidden from the pack bond for ages, not wanting either of them to know how much it tore me up.

Ambrose stood, stretching his arms over his head. I counted out every breath as he went to the walk-in closet, holding up a tie.

“Can I?” he asked.

I nodded and he placed himself right in front of me.

Fabric covered my eyes, removing the sense I relied on most. Sight. There was only darkness, and tension left my body.

Ambrose was right, and I hated it.

I needed to get out of my head and give myself a moment where I could rationally think about whether I wanted Leighton and Kiara. Without the dread hanging like a noose around my neck, I might have a different opinion.

He knew I would, and so did I. Once I was freed from the constraints of keeping everyone else safe, I could admit what I wanted.

An omega.

Specifically, the only omega who’d been on my radar since our fated mate rejected us.

“Good boy. Let yourself relax. I’m taking off all your clothes, baby.”

I had a moment of panic about this being Leighton’s bedroom and not a place where I should be getting naked. Ambrose’s skin on mine soothed the worry. His scent was sharper and more potent than usual—partially from his growing arousal, but partially because of my lack of access to my eyesight.

Each piece of clothing was carefully removed from my body until only my bare skin remained. I shivered from the AC-induced chill, but my lover’s hands were quick to warm me.

He touched every inch of me. Tweaking my nipples, skimming my abs, gripping my thighs. He touched everywhere except where I wanted him. My cock and my ass.

“I wish I had my tools with me,” he said in a husky rasp. “You deserve one hell of a punishment, baby.”

My skin pebbled with goosebumps and I shivered.

“Sorry, Sir,” I whispered.

His lips came down on mine and I moaned, desperate for the kiss to deepen. It had been so long since we’d touched like this, so long since I’d had this freedom. Since I’d had him.

I loved him so fucking much. It was why I’d done everything I could to save our pack from the fate my family had suffered.

Stupid as that may have been.

Ambrose kept the kiss soft, moving back before I could plunge my tongue past his lips. “Fuck. I’ve missed you. I know you were trying to keep Dash safe, but I never want you to deny me again. OK?”

“Never,” I said.

It was too soon to promise. If things with Kiara and Leighton fell apart—or worse, if Kiara ended up back with her father—Dash wouldn’t make it. He wouldn’t. I knew him. We’d be back in the same situation as we were before, but worse. Our relationship would hurt him, and yet…

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