Page 90 of Lonely Alpha

“You’re both brats,” Leighton muttered. “I can’t fucking believe you, Dash. You took advantage of me being arrested to steal my omega’s first kiss.”

Guilt washed over me, and I paused in pleasuring myself to probe my bond with Leighton. She was annoyed, but she didn’t feel truly upset. There was no betrayal I could grasp in her emotions. Maybe it was buried too deep, and I was too unused to the bond.

But I did get arousal from both her scent and our bond.

It felt like she was turned on by Dash going behind her back and touching me.

“When else was I going to be able to touch her?” he asked with a shrug. “You’re too possessive. I had to take what I wanted when I had the opportunity.”

Leighton moved and Dash’s breath hitched behind me. I shifted for a better view. There was one hand in his hair and another wrapped around his throat. The nails that Leighton had been tapping everywhere were now digging into his skin as she squeezed.

His eyes rolled back in his head. I would have been worried about her hurting him if I hadn’t felt the jump of his cock against me.

Tentatively, I squirmed and rubbed against it. I slid my hand into my underwear, pressing a finger directly to my clit this time. No more barriers as I stroked myself.

A strangled moan left Dash, and Leighton looked down at me. She smirked. All her annoyance was focused on Dash, even though I’d played a part in the parking garage incident too. It didn’t feel fair, but I didn’t care.

“If I thought Dash had any sense of shame whatsoever, punishing him would be so much easier,” she said. “It’s harder to deal with him, because he’s done plenty of embarrassing shit in front of the media and has never given a fuck about it.”

“Like what?” I asked.

We were both ignoring how I was getting off on this.

On their mixed scents.

On the possessiveness.

I shouldn’t have wanted to bury my face in Dash’s neck and inhale his spring rain and peach scent, but I did. Almost as much as I wanted to bury my face between Leighton’s legs and lap her up. I’d done it one time, and I was already addicted.

“He was caught with his pants down, once. In the hotel room of three beta women who were visiting New Oxford. I bet you can guess what they were about to do.”

My teeth clenched but the barrier couldn’t hold back my growl.

Three?

But he wasmine.

And I was in fucking trouble with those thoughts, but Leighton had to have done it on purpose. She was fishing for my reaction, and I’d given her exactly the one she expected.

“There are a lot of incidents like that with Dash. He’s a bit of a man whore.”

My free hand reached down to grab his thigh, digging my nails in like I could claim him with a tight enough grip.

“In fact, he spends most of his time at an expensive club downtown, where he flirts and dances and finds people to hook up with in dark corners. I helped him keep a paparazzi picture out of the press, once.”

That was too much.

The way I surged forward forced Leighton to let go of Dash. He groaned from the sudden lack of pressure on his cock, but I only got up for a second. Long enough to spin around to face him and settle my ass on his thighs. His arms came around me and he stared hungrily down the top of my dress as I leaned in.

All my attention was focused in one place.

My lips came down on his neck first, sucking at the tan skin as his head tipped to the side. Shortly after my lips, my teeth pierced his skin and he cursed. Leighton cursed too, her hand coming down on my shoulder as my haze cleared and the ache in the pit of my stomach intensified to an almost unbearable level.

Dash’s pleasure washed through our fresh bond, melding with my pain and amplifying it. Everything was turned up by a thousand, and I needed more than his body against mine.

Teeth marks marred Dash’s neck when I pulled away, and his pants were damp from his sudden orgasm. He stared at me with his eyes wide in wonder, his jaw slack.

“Alpha, I need to come,” I murmured.

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