Page 72 of Want It All
‘Seb,’ she sighed, opening her eyes to watch me through her lashes. ‘Yes.’ I leaned down and sucked a nipple into my mouth, my tongue stroking the fabric of her shirt, making it damp. She shivered beneath me, squirming when I switched to the other breast, doing the same thing. ‘Oh.’
Her breath quickened, and mine did the same. I sucked on her peak with a soft snarl, lowering my body to provide friction when her hips pressed up. We hissed in tandem as the bulge of mycock settled between her thighs. Heat was pouring off her body, but it was pouring off mine, too. I nudged my hips against her, mimicking small thrusts and hoping I was pressing against the bits that mattered.
Tristan had a long-term girlfriend in high school, but I’d never slept with anyone but him. I’d never even kissed a girl properly before Rose. I’d done so much research to prepare for tonight that my browser history looked like it belonged to a straight teenager given access to the internet for the first time. I was confident about some parts – thanks to Tristan, I knewexactlywhat my mouth could do – but I was less sure about others. I’d topped Tristan so few times I could count them on one hand because that was the way we both preferred it, so I was downright nervous about the potential business end of this, even though I was trying not to show it.
Rose shuddered, her eyes fixing on mine. ‘I can’t believe I have a scent match.’
‘And I can’t believe I got so fucking lucky that my scent match isyou,’ I told her, nuzzling down her body, peppering kisses over her soft belly. ‘This iseverything, Rose.’
I could scent her better here, catch hints of the delicious sweetness between her legs. Even though her perfume was weak because of the blockers, it still sent my brain offline. I rubbed my cheek over her belly, my instincts demanding I scent mark her. It wouldn’t work, of course, but I enjoyed it anyway, especially as I moved lower, nuzzling between her legs as she gasped, rubbing my cheek on her thigh.
‘Seb,’ she panted.
‘There are clothes in my way, Rosebud,’ I said, mock-severely. ‘I’d very much like to remove them.’
She laughed softly; the sound went straight to my cock. ‘I can help with that,’ she breathed, shrugging out of her cardigan and unceremoniously yanking her tank top over her head. Her brawas lace, and I reached out to touch it, trailing my fingers along the edge of the cups, delighting in the difference between the feel of the lace and her skin. Her hands went to her pants; she flicked her button open, and I hooked my fingers beneath the waistband to drag them down her thighs. She’d chosen pink lace underwear, and I could see that the material was damp.
‘Fuck,’ I said hoarsely. ‘You’re so beautiful.’ She made a needy noise in response, one impossible to ignore, so I tugged her pants all the way off and ran my hands from her ankles to her thighs, spreading her wide. I lowered my mouth to her skin, kissing and licking and nibbling from her knee upwards. She squirmed as I teased her, her pretty gasps filling the air; some far-away part of my brain registered that someone had turned on myLet’s Fuck!playlist.
I turned my head, taking the alphas in again as I swapped thighs. Byron and Tristan were now almost mirror images on opposite sides of the kitchen bench, their bodies in the same state of ready-to-snap tightness, their knuckles white as they grasped the counter. Tristan’s shorts were tented and Byron’s jeans looked painfully tight, a deliciously proportionate bulge behind the big alpha’s straining zipper.
‘Is this still okay?’ I managed.
Byron cleared his throat as if he were about to speak, then clearly thought better of it, nodding silently, his jaw working as he swallowed.
‘Yes,’ Tristan said softly. ‘This is about you, Seb. Not us.’
I lifted my head long enough to mouththank youto him before turning back to Rose. Her cheeks were pink with a hectic blush and her teeth were embedded in her bottom lip.
I ran my hand up her thigh, stopping just short of the lace of her underwear. ‘Can I touch you, beautiful?’
‘Please,’ she answered, half a breath and half a moan, and I was gone.
I peeled her underwear down – they wereabsolutelygoing in my nest – and she wriggled, helping get them off. It didn’t help me at all, because I got an eyeful of her luscious ass and the curls between her legs and all the blood in my body rushed south. The hint of her perfume wrapped around me and I was snarling without really knowing why.
Rose knew, though.
She let her knees fall apart, her eyes on my face.
‘Fuck, you’re so pretty,’ I said, feeling dazed.
She traced her fingers down my arm, leaving trails of heated skin in their wake. ‘Will you take your shirt off for me, Seb?’
I was obeying before I even thought about it.
I’d give her anything she wanted.
She made a happy humming sound when I was bare to the waist. ‘Fuck,’ she breathed. ‘I could look at you all day.’
The feeling was mutual and I told her so, dragging my fingertips up her thighs until they met with slick.
Slick was different to alpha or beta arousal. There was more of it, to start, and it was thicker, to help an omega stay lubricated during a heat. It also had self-healing properties, which I hated was a biological necessity.
Tristan would rather die than hurt me, but I knew that some omegas weren’t so lucky.
I traced the crease of her thigh, swirling through the wetness. I brought my fingers to my mouth and sucked; I couldn’t help myself. My eyes fluttered closed as chocolate spread over my tongue; I swallowed down the tart raspberry kick.
‘Seb,’ Rose murmured, a note of amusement in her tone.
