Page 121 of Lonely Alpha
“I didn’t know you yet, little omega,” Dash said placatingly. “I would never bring other women in here now.”
“What about that bitch who was touching you?” Her scathing complaint was lost in a moan when I plunged two fingers inside her pussy.
Dash was close enough to touch her, but he didn’t. He knew better. “I was getting rid of her. She wasn’t going to end up in here, I promise.”
“But she’s been in here.”
He hesitated but didn’t lie. “Yes.”
“And now you smell like her.”
“I smell more like Leighton than anything else.”
“And you’re hiding my marks.”
Kiara’s irritation was rising with every statement she volleyed at him. So was her pleasure. Her hips ground on my face with new vigour that she’d been too shy to show before. I explored her ass with my tongue and enjoyed the show.
“It wouldn’t have been safe for me to come in here with your marks on display,” he pleaded. “We don’t want your family to know that you’ve claimed me.”
“Why doesthatmatter?”
She knew exactly why, but was furious all the same. Her instincts were warring with common sense. Unsurprising, with her heat on the horizon.
I wasn’t able to stop her when she surged forward and grabbed Dash. Her body came to settle right back over me and I groaned, squeezing her thigh in my hand. She was going to do something irrational, but the alpha side of me loved to experience it with her. Her peak was close, I could tell, so I focused on that while she manhandled the other alpha.
“Everyone needs to know that you’re mine,” Kiara muttered.
Her scent got more potent. She was scent marking him.
Dash groaned. “Fuck. I shouldn’t have come in here.”
“Did you not want me to mark you?” Her voice went high-pitched at the end—a bit of righteous omega fury.
“No!” Dash exclaimed. “Christ. You know there are circumstances—”
“Come here.”
Dash’s scent was all over me, almost as much as Kiara’s was. It was difficult to focus on my task when my own pleasure was building in my core, but I’d started this game. I was going to finish it. Needed to finish it, because maybe once she came again Kiara would settle.
I couldn’t see what they were doing, but Dash moaned huskily at the exact second Kiara’s pussy throbbed with her release. She cried out and arched her back, grinding down against me as slick drenched my face and neck. I was a mess, but with her desperate need receding I had to admit it was worth it.
When I’d moved Kiara’s limp form off me and extracted myself from under her skirts, I found Dash slumped at the end of the chaise lounge. His eyes were half-lidded, a wet spot on his pants from his cum. There was a bite mark on each of his forearms.
She was the most possessive omega I’d ever met—and that was saying something. I fucking loved it, and from the way Dash looked reverently at the claims, I guessed that he did too.
Licking my lips clean of her slick, I reached out and brushed a hand across Kiara’s hair. It was only a little mussed, unlike mine. “How did you like having your ass eaten, dove?”
Dash stiffened, and so did his cock. His recent release didn’t do anything to stop him from perking up.
Kiara flushed. “It was really good,” she mumbled.
I looked at Dash—I was sitting between them, cramped onto this chaise lounge that wasn’t meant for three people. “I had to try it before Dash stole another first from me. Come here.”
He surged forward, freezing when he got within inches of me. His breaths were heavy, gaze darting down to my lips and back up. “What do you need me for?” he asked.
Grabbing his chin, I leaned forward until my lips were right against his. Mine were swollen and red from my time under Kiara’s skirt, and his were pillow soft, ready to be kissed. I leaned forward and did it, letting him groan into my mouth and taste Kiara on my tongue.
He wanted to keep kissing forever, but I moved him back with a smirk. “I just needed to taunt you. I’m going to get cleaned up, and then Kiara and I are going to go back out and continue our date.”
