Page 91 of Lonely Alpha
I almost curled over from the pain as I glanced between Dash and Leighton. Both of them were frozen. I didn’t know which one I was talking to. They didn’t either.
It was a different alpha who grabbed me from Dash’s lap, letting me curl around him. Ambrose carried me with ease, his clothed cock pushing against my sopping wet core. He’d been in the room the whole time—Mercury had too. Mercury was glaring at me like I’d committed a sin, and maybe I had.
In the back of my mind, I knew what I’d done.
I’d claimed Dash.
Jealousy had overwhelmed me and I hadn’t had any other option in my hind brain. My bite had created a temporary bond between us, faint beside the potent bond I had with Leighton, but present nonetheless.
“Ambrose,” I said when he put me down on one of the armchairs. “Please.”
A purr rumbled his chest. “I knew you wanted me, little omega. Spread your legs.”
They splayed apart without thought. My dress rode up to expose my thick thighs, then further to show off the light lavender lace of my panties. His hands slid up my legs and grabbed the fabric, pulling it down my body to expose me.
There was a collective inhale from all the alphas in the room.
“Ambrose…” Leighton said, a slight warning growl in her tone.
He chuckled. “Doll, you kicked me out of your bedroom this morning. Now I want a taste.”
“She’s mine.”
“And Dash is hers. Which makes her a little bit mine, doesn’t it?” He peered over his shoulder.
My bondmate hadn’t moved, her attention focused on us. Having Ambrose touch me didn’t feel wrong—not right now. Not anymore. I needed someone to do it soon, because every breath I took was bringing me further into pain.
Coming was the only relief from this.
I knew it in every fiber of my being. An orgasm would bring me the sweet relief I needed.
“Touch me.”
My plea reached all of them. It was for all of them—any of them.
“If you want to stop me, Leighton, then stop me,” Ambrose said.
He knelt on the ground in front of me and leaned in, kissing each of my thighs. My legs wrapped around him and yanked him close. He growled but let me. Sensing my desperation, he didn’t tease me or even wait for a response from Leighton.
His tongue drove into my pussy, and I threw my head back and screamed in sweet relief.
The rough, scarred skin of his hands held my hips, keeping me in place as I tried to grind down against his mouth. My vision went spotty as the ache finally subsided, relieved by the pleasure rushing through my veins.
I sobbed as he fucked me with his tongue, only able to focus on that until Leighton’s hands came down on my shoulders.
She stood behind the armchair, glaring down at Ambrose. He only smirked, not pausing in his efforts to make me come. Efforts that were working—I was teetering precariously on the knife’s edge.
“You’re being bad, dove,” she murmured. “Claiming another alpha? Letting one make you come? You came here wanting my dark bond, but apparently anyone would have been fine.”
I whined, her words yanking my orgasm back from me. Panic flushed my cheeks. “No. No, I wanted the bond from you. You’re everything I want. I love you.”
Leighton froze.
I went bright pink.
That was a confession that had come far too soon. We’d known each other for days—not weeks, but days. She should have known better than to ask an omega something like that, in a moment like this. With Ambrose between my legs, I didn’t have a filter between my brain and my mouth.
He didn’t look surprised, sucking on my clit so intensely I sobbed.
