Page 28 of The Pack Next Door
Just after I’d revealed, it felt like my body came alive. I’d gone from a gawky kid who was uncomfortable with my friends’ whispered discussions about masturbation and making out, to feeling like I was all too ready to try out the things our sex ed teacher discussed so dryly.
With anyone.
When each of the alpha packs at school backed away from me, I’d turned my eyes on some of the beta boys. But that was when I just revealed, so why the hell were my nipples pulled up so damn tight they almost hurt? As my hand slid lower, I discovered why. Slick and soap slipped through my fingers, my clit feeling so good against my palm I was rocking back and forth, halfway towards orgasm when I snatched my hand away.
Bloody hell, I was in pseudoestrus.
Riley had coined the term when I’d come to her office, shivering, overheated, and feeling like I was ready to jump any male who walked past. Apparently, it was incredibly rare. My hormones cycled, readying itself for mating and a pregnancy that would never come. At home, that would mean taking some time off and pulling out my very extensive toy box. Emma joked, calling it masturbation leave, right after asking if she could apply for it.
I wasn’t due for months. It was something I kept clearly marked on my calendar, but my cunt didn’t care about that as it clenched down on nothing. Wave after wave of pleasure wracked me, one hand stuffed in my mouth as the other worked faster, pushing me right over the edge. My claws created a screeching trail as they dragged down the bathroom tiles, and that was enough to snap me out of this. I pushed back from the wall, then rinsed off in a series of brisk movements before walking into my bedroom on shaky legs.
Flopping down on the bed, I stared at the window, watching the thin curtains blow out and then back again in response to the breeze. I thought I was done. Hoped so, really, but my mind went straight back to this morning. Instead of stalking off, chicken in hand, I ignored the clucking thing, crooking my finger to lure the three of them closer. My moan was muffled by my pillow. Right now I really needed Candy’s Mr. Knotty.
Or the knots of the alphas next door.
Only the thought that they had their omega out there stopped me from jumping over the fence and seeing if they could help me out with my little problem.
Chapter 14
Gideon
I’d come outside to get the hell away from my brothers and the mess they made.
One job. They had one bloody job, and they couldn’t even do that right. When we returned to the house this morning, we’d discussed the division of labour. Those two idiots had their eyes glued to a phone screen, watching a woman demonstrate how to roast a chicken, Maddox scribbling down the ingredients needed. I was the one to go to the shop and buy all the things on their list, as well as my own. While they managed to cremate the chicken and make gravy that looked like old vomit, I’d set out all the furniture, cleaned the deck, and made it a place fit for our omega to hang out in.
Only for Maddox to announce we’d order pizza instead.
I didn’t want a dinner served in cardboard. My wine selections weren’t made to pair with flour, cheese, and grease. Tonight was supposed to be special, and those two... The minute Maggie and Briar were home, I came out into the garden, knowing I’d have to decompress before I had to go and face my brothers again.
Only to hear a tiny little sound.
It was Briar, I just knew it, and that had me moving closer to the fence. Her curtains were made of gossamer, it felt, flickering in the breeze, and with them came another sound and another. That heady scent of roses in bloom, coupled with a note of vanilla that had my mouth watering.
My mate was getting herself off.
That she was moved to do so not long after leaving our place had me staring into the dark. Did she imagine Maddox’s, or maybe Jace’s, hands where hers were right now?
Or mine.
My mind worked overtime, conjuring a pretty picture to show me exactly what it would be like.
Her skin would be cast greyish blue by the moonlight streaming in through her window. The moon would be a silent witness to her delicious agony. The sheet would slide down, revealing those perfect pink nipples I saw this morning, then her fingers working between her legs.
What would it be like to be in that room? To creep closer, her eyes flicking open as she felt my knee press down on the mattress. Surprise would give way to lust as she beckoned me closer. I’d yank the sheet away, unable to stand anything between us, and watch the way her fingers sunk deeper and deeper inside her. Her hips would rock, pressing her clit into her palm with every pulse, her movement getting faster until… I heard that sharp little sob of breath. I blinked, coming back to the garden, and listened to the sound of my mate coming apart.
Only for her to start again almost instantly.
My grin was immediate.
Greedy girl. Briar would never need to lift a finger again once she accepted the mate bond. My brothers and I would meet her every need until she couldn’t take another orgasm. Butright now my claws dug into the bark of the tree Maggie had described, climbing up until I settled into the hollow.
Not to see Briar. I’d never encroach on her privacy, not without some kind of invitation. Instead, I leaned back against the big branch and then slid my zipper down. My cock was eased out as I heard her moans pick up again.
What would it be like to feel those pretty little fingers around my cock rather than my own rough ones? How would I feel if she turned to me, eyes heavily lidded, and beckoned me forward? I’d dreamed vaguely of a shadowy faced woman doing that after going through puberty, but now I could fill in the details. Those lips parting, her fingers clasping the sheets as I kissed my way down, pausing briefly to pay homage to her belly button before I parted those thick thighs. Those hands would slap down on my skull, fingers raking through my hair as I licked the slick from her skin, and then went deep, seeking the source. She’d ride my face until she came apart, and then I’d go back for more.
Her breaths were coming faster and faster, whisked my way by the breeze. That scent of roses filled my nose as my hand worked. My knot ached, needing to be buried inside her, but it would have to settle for my spare hand wrapping around it. I wouldn’t come, not until she did. My hand moved in time with her pants. It felt like I was the one to push her, me, over the edge, because as soon as I heard her cry, my cum jetted out, painting the plants below. For just a moment, my raspy breaths cancelled out hers as I fought to catch my breath. When I slid down from the tree, I found myself pressing my forehead into the bark as the aftershocks of pleasure wracked me.
“You look… better,” Maddox drawled when I walked into the house.
