Page 89 of Lonely Alpha
Nibbling on my bottom lip, I wandered out of the kitchen and into the living room. My ass had almost hit the couch cushions when there was a sudden whoosh of air and I landed on a pair of thighs instead. Hands gripped my hips and I looked over my shoulder at Dash.
“What are you doing?” I demanded.
“You’re the one who decided to sit on my lap,” he said with a smirk.
Mercury rolled his eyes from the armchair across the room. Ambrose was in the kitchen with Leighton.
“You weren’t sitting here when I decided to take this seat.”
“Wasn’t I?”
He didn’t let me rise, forcing me to remain perched awkwardly on his knees. When I tried, he held me down by the hips despite my little growl of irritation.
“Dash, let her up,” Mercury demanded.
One of Dash’s hands slid up from my hip. He rubbed across my stomach and then cupped my tit in his palm. I couldn’t help but gasp, and Mercury hissed.
I tried again to remove myself from the seat I hadn’t wanted, but Dash pulled me back further. My back landed on his chest, my thighs splaying wide on either side of his as my ass slid back. There was a bulge in his jeans, and I was now rubbing against it through no fault of my own.
“For fuck’s sake, Dash.” Mercury stood and stalked over to us.
He grabbed one of my hands, trying to extract me from Dash’s hold. The pack lead wasn’t letting me go easily, though. I ended up suspended between the two alphas, Mercury leaning closer so he could reach my shoulder instead.
Closing my eyes, I fought down the rush of arousal. They would smell it, damn it. They would know that it turned me on to be trapped between them. It shouldn’t. This was wrong when Leighton was my bonded alpha and I’d stabbed their pack mate.
Tell that to my pussy.
A guttural whimper ripped from my throat as slick pooled between my legs. An ache built in my core, cramps making me desperate to be filled.
When I opened my eyes, Mercury had a hand over his nose and mouth like my scent was offending him, but he was still there. So close. His cinnamon and old book scent was invading my space and spiking with arousal just like mine was.
Dash’s cock was rubbing against the curve of my ass, and he was far bolder than Mercury. He had his nose buried in my neck, huffing deep breaths. His hands were exploring places they shouldn’t, but I didn’t want to stop him. Couldn’t have stopped him if I’d tried, not with the wash of pheromones.
“Dash,” Leighton’s voice rang out, cutting through the haze of lust.
I snapped my head around to look at her, letting out a little whimper when I caught sight of the way her pupils dilated. Her green irises were almost engulfed by the black. My alpha’s scent was spiking too, vanilla and cream making me squirm in Dash’s lap.
That didn’t help the predicament we were in. Dash only held me tighter to him, rutting up against my ass, and Mercury’s aura split the air, bringing a rush of his scent with it. I wanted to clench my thighs together to stop the gush of slick and relieve some of the pressure, but there was no way for me to move my legs like that. Not while I was trapped against Dash’s chest.
Leighton stormed over to us, shoving Mercury out of the way. He almost seemed relieved to be removed, his long legs taking him to stand on the opposite side of the room.
Then Leighton leaned over us, one hand on the back of the couch and one fisting Dash’s hair.
I swallowed all the sounds I wanted to make. It took so much concentration, I almost didn’t notice how Leighton looked at Dash.
She looked like she wanted to spank him. Like she would have fun doing it.
“You’re not supposed to touch my omega,” she growled.
I brought a hand down between my legs. The ache was too much. The scents were overwhelming, and I liked being fought over. It brought out something… primal. If my alpha would fight over me, that meant I would be protected. With all these alphas fighting over me…
My fingers pressed to my clit through a single layer of fabric. The soft cotton of my panties was soaked, and my skirt was easy to push aside.
Leighton glanced down but didn’t stop me. She pushed Dash’s head back, exposing his neck. I leaned to the side, giving her more room to berate him, or whatever she was planning on doing.
“She came all over my fingers in the parking garage, though,” Dash purred. He was unconcerned with being put in a delicate position. Was it because he trusted Leighton, or was he simply insane?
My alpha glanced to me and I sank my teeth into my bottom lip, rubbing myself faster.
