Page 21 of For the First Time
I wanted to feel his lips on mine, wanted it with a sort of desperation I hadn’t known I could feel.My thoughts were solely focused on the idea of Atlas and Oaks together.Would they let me watch?Would they let me ...participate?
“Please, darlin.”Oaks’s forehead pressed against mine.“I’ll beg if you want me to.Just let me taste you.”
I couldn’t get words out, so I nodded.Oaks didn’t waste a moment, didn’t hesitate or second guess, he pulled my body flush against his as his lips found mine.It wasn’t a punishing kiss.He took his time, tasting me, gentling his mouth against mine as I relaxed into him.My hands were on his chest, feeling his heart beating just as loudly and demanding as mine.The sensation was a boost to my confidence.He wanted this.Wanted me.
I teased my tongue along his lips, wanting to taste him.I had no idea if this was going to be a recurring instance, so I wanted to make the most of it.Wanted to feel Oaks against me, feel his passion and his arousal for me.
The longer we kissed, the more insistent he became.I hadn’t realized he was holding himself back, trying not to scare me off.The first time I hadn’t been ready.Now, I wanted him.
I ran my hands up his front, up his neck, until my fingers reached the back of his hair.The sides were short, but the top was long enough that it fell over his ears, giving me something to grab onto.I pressed onto my tiptoes, trying to turn the kiss into something more dramatic.
“Fuck, darlin.”
I chased his mouth, refusing for this moment to end because I knew if it did, I might not get another.
Oaks dragged his hands down my body, squeezing the globes of my butt before he pulled me up by the backs of my thighs, settling me on the counter.It was unhygienic and I couldn’t have cared less.I wrapped my legs around Oaks, keeping him pinned to my body.Pressing against my core, I felt how he was hardening, felt how much he wanted me, and to know a male like Oaks, an alpha like Oaks wanted me ...it made me ravenous to enjoy it.
His hands raced over my body, feeling my thighs, going up my ribs, wrapping around my nape and keeping me exactly how he wanted me.Before that moment, I had never considered the back of my neck to be an erogenous zone, and yet, his grip there made my legs try to close around him even tighter, wishing I was keeping him actually inside me.
I rolled my hips, silently telling him what I wanted, what I needed.His scent was swimming around us so strongly that even I could scent him.The sweetest crackers along with the tinge of his arousal telling me exactly how much he was enjoying my touch.
I had to tear my mouth away in order to breathe, but Oaks didn’t seem to have that problem.He kept his lips on my skin, trailing them down my mouth to my neck, his kisses suddenly having teeth as he marked my skin.
My body had no idea how to react to that.The sound that came out of me was pitiful and I needed him to do it again.I needed him to bite me even if it wasn’t a proper claiming mark.
Never had a beta partner even played around with the idea of a claiming bite as arousal.I’d never even allowed myself to consider it, thinking I’d never encounter a pack that would want a beta.Would want me.But in that moment, I knew I’d been lying to myself.I wanted it so badly.To belong to this pack.To be his.
“Oaks, please.”I would never admit I was begging for a bite.Even in my state, I knew that was something out of my reach.I just needed him to pretend.“Fuck.”The feeling of his mouth, biting and licking and sucking on my neck had me moments away from stripping and presenting for him.I’d never been with an alpha, knew I wouldn’t be able to take his knot, but I’d give it my best effort.
“There it is.”Oaks mumbled the words into my neck.
It took my brain a long moment to realize what he’d said.I was breathing hard, nearly panting as I asked, “What?”
“Your scent.Your natural scent.It’s,” he groaned, “it’s so perfect, darlin.”
My body tensed before I forced myself to pretend to relax.And Oaks felt it.
“Ah, what’s that for?”He pulled back, looking over my face and neck, a large grin breaking out at whatever he saw.His thumb came up to rub at a tender spot on my neck, and I honestly wouldn’t have been surprised if he’d left a little mark.“You smell like chocolate.Like I could lick you right up and you’d taste delicious on my tongue.”His tongue pressed against my neck as he hummed.“Delicious.”
“It isn’t appropriate for my scent—”
“None of that, darlin.Not now that I’ve tasted you, scented you ...you can’t control your bodies reactions, you should know that.Our scents get stronger when we’re feeling strongly, even aroused.”
“Alphas and omegas, sure.It could bother Atlas.”
“I assure you, it doesn’t.”Atlas’s words had me nearly leaping off the counter.I hadn’t heard him come into the house, although that didn’t surprise me considering where all my attention had been a minute ago.He was leaning against the entrance of the kitchen where the pocket door was hiding in the wall, looking like a model that should have been on a magazine.Arms crossed, hip leaning against the wall, and pure lust in his eyes as he looked at me and his mate.“So long as you let me scent you now.I’ve been dying of curiosity, pet.It’s rare that my omega side makes demands, but I have to know.”
He moved slowly, almost like he expected me to say no.I couldn’t find the words even if I wanted to.And I didn’t want to.
I had, however, expected Oaks to move, for the two to switch places.I hadn’t expected Atlas to simply come up to my side, my left leg pressed between the two men as Atlas leaned in, his nose grazing my neck as he inhaled.It should have been weird, yet my body was still riled from Oaks’s attention, and a shiver racked my body.I wanted more.Wanted both.
Atlas groaned, the sound vibrating against my neck.My core squeezed on nothing, complaining about the lack of attention.What I wouldn’t have given to take this to the next step.To feel one of them inside me.I felt like I might have been on the verge of begging for it.
Then a small timer went off, letting me know I needed to pull out some of the dishes from the oven.I gently shoved at the men and hopped off the counter, my feet tingling at the sudden impact.
I was fully aware of both Atlas and Oaks staring at me as I checked dishes, pulled out the bread, and started heating the water for the pasta.Everett said he was only going to be about an hour late, so I started to slowly prepare the final touches, pretending like every minute detail needed my complete focus.
If I focused on this food, then we didn’t need to have a conversation about what just happened.About what it meant or didn’t mean.
