Page 94 of Dubious Match
I want her to claim me savagely. I just don’t know if I’ll be allowed to. Consent is huge for us, but is it true consent if she’s out of it from her heat?
I’m handing my brother the rope as I muse, and he raises his brow at me as he tucks it away.
“What’s wrong? All I can hear is chaos through our bond. You’re not making sense,” he grumbles, standing.
“Bite bonds,” I grunt. “If she’s asking for one, do we deflect or give it to her now that she’s in full blown heat?”
“Oh,” he says, standing. “I think it depends on what the bond with Brice says. If she’s in pain because she wants a bite bond, I’m giving it to her. Her begging will absolutely slay me. I know I want her, and in my mind that means bite first and foremost. There’ll be time to learn everything about her. It’s not like we waited very long to become a pack.”
Once we all met and started dating, it took no time at all. We moved in together around the same time in college. It just made sense. Just like this does.
“Don’t overthink it,” Remy says. “Mal and Brice won’t let us lose ourselves. Even in a rut, Brice managed to make sure Hollis was taken care of. We’ll be fine.”
Shit on a stick. That’s what’s wrong. I’m nervous. I don’t want to do the wrong thing. Brice walks in with Hollis, who is whining in her sleep, and Mal follows with a water dispenser and cups.
“I’ll be back. I need to get the fruit,” Mal murmurs. “Or should I wait?”
Hollis’ gorgeous eyes open and she reaches for me. Unable to do anything other than lift her into my arms, I drop my head and kiss her.
“I want my nest,” she rasps, her skin burning hot. “Take me?”
She doesn’t realize we’re all in her room, and my worries threaten to strangle me. All I can do is focus on her, so I can make sure I’m giving her what she needs.
“Anything you want,” I promise, the words laying heavy on my lips.
My footsteps take me into her nest, and I lay her down with me. There’s enough room on the giant mattress for Remy, Mal, and Brice, and the space is perfect for a nest. When we first bought the house, the realtor actually pitched this as an omega’s suite with a built in nest, but we pretended to ignore it.
We weren’t interested in an omega at the time. Several years later, it’s funny how we’re singing a different tune now.
Hollis pulls me until I’m draped over her body as I kiss her, and my hands glide down to coat my fingers in her slick between her thighs.
“Felix,” she sighs, writhing. All I can smell are apricots and lavender, and I growl at how fucking intoxicating it is.
“Are you going to be my good little omega and present for your alpha?” I ask, moving back and sucking her slick from my fingers as I groan. Hollis’ pupils blow out so hard, all I can see is a sliver of her blue-gray eyes.
Her lips part as she breathes a little harder, and I wrap the hand that still smells like her around my cock.
“Are you going to make me wait, Baby Girl? Malcolm likes to spank brats,” I growl.
Mal grins easily, willing to watch this play out as he reclines on the mattress. Biting her lip, Hollis flips onto her belly and scrambles onto her hands and knees to present her sweet cunt to me.
Fuck, it’s puffy, pink, and glistening. My mouth waters, and my thumbs expose her even more.
My bite would look so good on her ass.
Brice smacks me over the head as I grin, surging forward to suck on her clit hard.
“Felix, yes, ah!” Hollis pushes her ass up higher as her head lowers, and it breaks something inside of me.
She isn’t someone who bows down, yet here she is trusting me with her pleasure. Holding her in place, I lap at her slick, suck on her clit, and push three fingers into her cunt at just the right moment. Women are so different from males. It’s listening to their noises, finding out what they like, and then replicating that over and over.
They’re not as straight forward as men, but I love the mystery, and the challenge of figuring out Hollis is one I’ll gladly accept.
Her head is thrown back as she arches her back, and Remy gazes at her in a predatory way as he moves toward her head.
“So fucking beautiful,” he croons. Her eyes are watering from pure frustration and need. I can feel her pussy fluttering around my fingers, begging to come. “I think you need Felix’s cock, don’t you?”
“Yes,” she gasps. “I do.”
