Page 137 of Lonely Alpha
Not that I would ever give the female alpha up.
Our omega’s reaction wasn’t jealousy or rage, though. She began to purr, her hand sliding deeper into my underwear until she could grasp my cock.
I groaned. Her alpha’s arrival had made her bolder.
“You should have asked me this time, Sir,” Leighton murmured.
Leighton grabbed the hem of my shirt and pulled it over my head, leaving my chest bare. There was a familiar moment of panic. The scarring was so widespread it put people off and caused flickers of disgust to cross their expressions, however quickly. Neither of these women ever reacted to me like that, and this was no exception.
I still had to push down the desire to hide and not let Leighton see my marred skin.
“But from now on, you don’t. I don’t need your permission to touch her, either,” Leighton continued. “Do we have an understanding?”
I nodded, grabbing her chin and giving her a quick, chaste kiss. “I can give either of you orders, but can’t expect you to listen if I order you to do things to each other. Is that right, doll?”
“Yes. She’s mine. You don’t get to tell me how to touch her.”
Kiara’s hand squeezed my length, the pressure on the edge of pleasure and discomfort. I couldn’t stop the moan. Having both of them was unravelling me.
“I understand,” I grunted in response to our quick negotiation. “I’m sure we’ll discuss this more later, but for now that’s all that I need to understand.”
Leighton smirked, her gaze sliding toward Kiara. “Are you getting a little desperate?” She teased me.
My hand slid from her chin to her throat, squeezing the delicate skin. She whimpered, clenching her thighs together. “Don’t tease me, doll. You know I’ll punish you for it later.”
“Is anyone planning on touching me?” Kiara’s complaint made me laugh.
“Princess, you haven’t gotten my cock out yet,” I said, glancing down. Her small hand was wrapped around my length, but she hadn’t gotten further. “You have to listen before you get rewarded.”
My cock bobbed free a second later, my boxer briefs pushed down as far as my jeans. Kiara swallowed down a whine, not quite confident enough to grab me now that she could see the length. She was only staring.
I leaned away from Leighton, holding Kiara instead. My cock slid along her folds, teasing me with her heat. “Good job,” I praised. “Now, is there anything you want me to do to you, Kiara?”
She shivered.
“Fuck me, Ambrose. Fuck me and knot me.”
FORTY-TWO
KIARA
Ambrose’s cock was gorgeous.
I didn’t know if cocks were supposed to be—I didn’t know anything at all about this. The pack had touched me, but I’d never touched them beyond rubbing myself on them through clothing.
But it made sense to me that his cock was stunning, because the rest of him was.
His dark hair hung into his eyes as he hovered over me, not doing anything to hide his smirk. The stubble on his cheek had rubbed against my skin when we kissed, giving me an extra layer of sensation. He was broad and strong, with dark hair leading down his stomach to the appendage I had no idea what to do with.
It was obvious he was insecure about the scars, but to me they showed strength. I only had a few, and I’d gone through hell to get them. I couldn’t imagine how strong he was to have that many and still be here.
I focused on his cock, peering down at it. The head glistened, and soon the shaft shone too from my slick. It was warm against me. Soft, with no hard edges like the rest of him had.
I guess that makes sense. It’s going to be going inside me.
Oh, fuck.
Inside me.
