Page 121 of The Pack Next Door
Briar
“Fuck…”
There was nothing better than a man growling that as he pulled back from kissing your lips until they were bruised and puffy. Well, maybe him staring at your body like it was the finest artwork, his hands touching it with the same reverence. The shiver I felt as his fingers probed the edge of the mating mark Jace had left on me was pretty damn nice. I was aware academically that it became a whole new erogenous zone, but the reality was far more potent than the teacher in sex ed had made out.
“Looks good on you, omega.” Mads’ eyes shone as I stiffened, making clear he was deliberately winding me up. That reckless edge softened the longer he looked at me. “Want another one to match it?”
The time for mocking banter was over, but as I considered what he was saying, I knew it’d always be there with Mads. It was the way he negotiated the world. Testing you, poking you to get a reaction, hoping he’d get the right one.
“And tie myself to someone who’s gonna bug me and call me by my bloody designation all the time?” I asked.
His face fell, his hands reaching for my face.
“Briar, I didn’t mean—” I silenced him with a kiss and then a smile. It took him a second to realise what I was doing. “You did not just do that.”
“Tease you about something really, really important?” My smile faded and so did his. “Something you want more than your next breath, but are too uncomfortable with how big it is, so you pass it off as a joke and hope the other person gets it?”
His elbows landed on the tiles beside my head, the water turned off.
“Yeah. That.”
“Then yes, Mads?—”
“Maddox.” With a rueful look, he shook his head. “Mads is a bit of a prick really, but he’s a good front for Maddox to hide behind. Never thought I’d be in a position to say this, but… I’m done hiding, Briar.”
Tracing the line of that strong jaw, feeling the thick stubble scratch at my fingertips, they came to his mouth, my thumb grazing the bottom lip.
“Me too. I’ll be your safe space if you’ll be mine.”
Why couldn’t I meet his eyes as I said those words? Why did it take his hand tilting my chin up to make that happen? It felt like we were two scarred warriors preparing for one last fight.
The one that would define the rest of our lives.
“There is nothing I want more than that, my mate. If you need more time…” I shook my head slowly. “If you’re ready?” At my nod, he scooped me up and ran us through the living room and into a nearby room, his scent of sandalwood and citrus marking it as his. “Fuck…” He sat down on the bed, me straddling his hips. “If Jace mated you, you might be sore.”
“There’s an ache.” I drew his hand down and placed it low on my hips. He took over, rubbing small circles there. “It gets worse every time I’m around you, but… you’re the only one that can ease me.”
My intention was to slip down between his legs and lavish some attention on the hard cock that had poked at me through our entire shower, but he stopped me midway.
“There is no fucking way I can let you go down on your knees for me,” he growled.
“Fine.” I swung a leg over his head and he greeted the sight of me with an appreciative growl that turned to a hiss as I licked a stripe up his dick. “We do this together.”
“This is the kinda group work I can get behind.”
Usually a sixty-nine was super awkward. I’d either be so focussed on getting my partner off, I couldn’t feel what he was doing, or I’d be forced to hunch up to get to him. Not now. My mouth descended at the same time he pulled me down onto his face, our tongues flicking out in perfect sync. My pleasure was his and his mine.
Salty seed oozed free of the head and I licked it away, going back for more, more. His fingers buried themselves in my hips, marking me in more than one way today, and I’d wear those tiny bruises with pride due to what they represented.
He was my mate.
My hand wrapped around the base of his cock, teasing his knot by swivelling in a circle on the part of the shaft just above it. The way his hips lifted slightly, obviously wanting more, had me smiling, right as my mouth stretched wide to take the head. That was the moment his mouth surrounded my clit.
I was so damn sensitive. Two, maybe three sucks and I was already on the brink of coming. A single finger, sliding across my entrance, had me letting out a muffled whine. His cock jumped at the vibrations, more pre-cum filling my mouth. Iswallowed it, him, the sensation of my tongue flattening on the underside and pushing it hard against the roof of my mouth, forced his fingers inside me.
But they weren’t enough.
I’d have to throw away all my knotted dildos because now I knew what it really felt like, no fake knot would cut it. My cunt ground down on his fingers, forcing myself harder into his mouth. He made clear just how good he thought that was, sucking harder, faster, but right as I was about to come, he pulled free. I was thrown down on the bed, wide eyed and staring as my body shook from a weak precursor of the bliss that was about to come.
