Page 157 of Lonely Alpha
But the longer she stayed like this, the more likely I was to say ‘fuck it’ and lap her up anyway.
“Do you want to give me one?” Leighton asked.
“Yes,” Kiara answered instantly. “I just wasn’t sure… I forced you to bond me, so I didn’t know if you’d want more bonding. And I thought it might complicate things. Like, with Ambrose, and how he insisted you were his too…”
My lips grew closer and closer to her core with every nip, every kiss. It was too fucking tempting. Leighton should know my self-control didn’t extend this far. I inhaled deeply, groaning when I landed at the apex of Kiara’s thighs.
“Dash.” Leighton’s tone was warning.
My tongue slipped out and tasted Kiara, the flavour of her exploding on my tongue. She moaned, thighs spreading.
Before I could taste her again, Leighton pulled me back by the hair. My cock throbbed at the rough treatment, and I stared up at her. “I thought you wouldn’t notice,” I said cheekily. “Seeing as you were ignoring me, and all.”
Leighton growled. “You’re a real slut for attention, aren’t you?”
“You knew that about me already.”
“Kiara, get on the bed. On your back,” Leighton ordered.
Her omega scrambled to obey, crawling through the masses of pillows and blankets and clothing to lay up by the headboard. She kept her legs clenched together, depriving me of the best view in the goddamn universe.
“You’re going to be on the bed too, Dash. But I want your ass up in the air.”
I groaned. The dildo had somehow stayed in my hand through all that, Kiara’s slick drying on the tip. Leighton released my hair so I could crawl up onto the bed, getting into a position that left me feeling exposed—despite the clothing still covering all of me.
“Lay down right between Kiara’s legs,” Leighton said. “Show him your pussy, dove.”
Kiara’s pink flush travelled down onto her chest at that, and she hesitantly spread her legs again. My mouth watered. Omega slick was addictive. I hadn’t realized until I’d tasted her the first time, but I would never be able to get enough.
I leaned forward, knowing I was testing my luck once again.
Leighton’s hand came down on my ass, hard. The impact was muffled by my pants, but it startled me enough I stopped.
“Ease the dildo into her, Dash, but don’t touch.”
The fake dick was the absolute last thing I wanted to ease into her. I would much rather have my fingers, tongue, or cock inside her, but I’d lost the privilege. Hopefully not for long.
I pushed the tip into her tight heat, eagerly watching as her pussy swallowed it.
Then hands reached around to undo my belt, and my cock jumped. Kiara whimpered, but I couldn’t move while Leighton palmed my cock through layers of clothing. I could hardly breathe when she slid my pants and boxer briefs over my ass and down to mid-thigh, before leaving the fabric constraining me.
“Don’t get distracted,” Leighton murmured. “Our omega needs you to pay attention to her.”
I sucked in a sharp breath.
Our omega.
Leighton had called Kiara that. It didn’t feel real. Was she serious, or was that just something said to get me riled up in preparation for my punishment?
I decided I’d rather not know. Reality always had less of a shine than I wanted, and I wanted her and Kiara. More than anything I’d ever wanted before.
It was hard to believe, but I wanted them more than I’d ever desired my scent match. That wasn’t supposed to be how it worked.
Sharp pain bloomed on my backside, the sound of the smack ringing through the air. I gasped, glancing back over my shoulder at a smirking Leighton. “Every time you get distracted, it’s another spank. Do you want to know how many you’re getting already?”
I shook my head, swallowing. The ass cheek she’d spanked was smarting, but it was the kind of pleasure-pain I yearned for. Like when I’d antagonized Kiara into cutting me with her knife while I made her come. Pain made me feel alive.
The betas I’d fucked had never been able to give it to me. The few times I’d gotten up the nerve to ask, they’d laughed it off like it was a joke. Maybe I was a joke—an alpha that preferred a hefty dose of torment with his pleasure.
