Page 68 of Heat Island
She takes a step closer to me. “And Lucas? Would he have been jealous?”
“Lucas has always had…let’s call it an abundance mindset. There is always enough love to go around.” I reach out to brush a stray curl from her face, my fingers lingering against her cheek. “Are you asking because you’re curious, or because you want me to explain it to you in detail?”
Trinity sways into my touch before catching herself. “Huh?”
“I can tell you exactly what would happen.” I lean in close, my voice low and intimate. “Do you want me to paint you a picture, Trinity?”
Her breathing quickens, eyes widening. The word escapes her lips like a confession. “Yes.”
“If you’d been in our bed this morning…” I step closer, her sweet scent intensifying as her pulse speeds up. “I’d have watched Matheo with you first. Appreciated the way your bodies moved together. Then Lucas would have joined, touching you where Matheo wasn’t.”
Trinity swallows hard, her lips parting slightly.
“And me?” I continue, watching her pupils dilate. “I would have guided you. Told you exactly what we all wanted, what you seemed to need. I’d have memorized every sound you made, cataloged every touch that made you gasp.”
“Cash...” Her voice is barely a whisper.
“In our pack, we take care of each other. And if you were there, we’d take care of you, too. Worship every inch of your skin until you can’t remember your own name.”
Trinity’s eyes are hungry now, fixed on my mouth. “Show me.”
I don’t hesitate. Gently but firmly, I back her against the trunk of a nearby banyan tree. My hands find her waist as I press my body against hers, feeling her softness yield to me.
“Is this what you want?” I murmur against her cheek.
“Please,” she breathes, hands clutching at my shoulders.
Being this close to her is intoxicating, even better than the compatibility test at the agency.
I capture her mouth with mine, and the kiss is electric. This is real desire, unplanned and uncontrolled. Her lips are soft, eager, opening to me as I deepen the kiss. She tastes sweet with an underlying heat that makes my head swim.
Her hands slide up into my hair, pulling me closer as she arches against me. I trace the curve of her hip, my fingers finding the edge of her hiking shorts. She makes a small, needy sound into my mouth when my thumb brushes the warm skin of her lower belly.
I break the kiss to trail my lips down her neck, breathing in her intoxicating scent. “You’re perfect,” I whisper against her pulse point. “Do you know how much we all want you? Not just for show, Trinity. For real.”
She trembles against me. “I want that, too.”
My lips linger on Trinity’s neck, tasting the salt of her skin as my hand slips beneath the waistband of her tight hiking shorts. The heat of her body draws me in, and I find her already soaked with slick, the evidence of her need sending a surge of hunger through me.
“Feel that?” I murmur in her ear, my fingers gliding overher, slow and deliberate. “Your body’s begging for me, isn’t it? So ready, so perfect. I’m gonna give you exactly what you crave.”
Her breath hitches, a soft whimper escaping as she presses into my touch. “Cash, please…”
“That’s it,” I growl low, circling with precision, building the tension in her trembling frame. “Let go for me. I’ve got you. I wanna hear every sound, wanna feel you shatter.”
Her nails dig into my shoulders, hips rocking against my hand. My pace quickens, driving her higher, until her gasp turns sharp, her body clenching around my fingers. She unravels with a cry, shuddering in my arms as I hold her steady against the banyan tree, her warmth seeping into me.
My fingers itch to tear open her shorts and take her right here against the tree. Betas can’t scent the way alphas do, but that doesn’t stop my intense desire to taste her. Her scent floods my senses—omega arousal mixed with tropical flora—making my brain short-circuit with need. I’m about to drop to my knees when a familiar, grating voice carries up the trail.
“—can’t believe the view from up here. Absolutely amazing.”
Egret. His voice snaps me back to reality like ice water. We have seconds before they round the bend.
“Fuck.” I quickly extract my hand from Trinity’s shorts, helping steady her as she blinks dreamily and smoothing her disheveled hair.
Just as Egret’s platinum blonde head appears around the corner, Trinity leans against the tree in what I hope looks like a casual pose, though her flushed cheeks and rapid breathing might give us away.
“Next time,” I promise in a whisper only she can hear.
