Page 22 of For the First Time
Oaks had said that the others would want to taste me off his lips.Did that mean they were simply attracted to me?That they had an understanding that they could fuck outside the pack but not bring someone in and claim them?Did I want to be claimed by a pack?
There was more to bonding than simply being attracted to them and their scents and their personalities.Alphas and omegas went off scent and instinct.I didn’t have that same luxury to tell about compatibility.If I wanted to be in this pack, I needed to show them that I could care for them.Easy enough considering what I’d been hired to do.
I backed up, my body colliding with a wall that shouldn’t have been there.
“You ignoring us, pet?”Atlas asked.His hands were around my waist, his lips near my ear as he whispered.
I shook my head.A little lie.More like a fib, honestly.
He tsked.“I don’t know if I believe that.”His hands came to wrap around my stomach.They dipped just low enough to pinch the hem of my shirt’s fabric before his touch found its way underneath.“I can’t have you ignoring me.It’ll lead me to do something desperate for your attention.”
His hand was warm as he pressed his palm against my stomach.It shouldn’t have been erotic.Yet it was.His touch on my skin, his hand gently pressing against me as he pinned my body flush to his.I felt how hard he was behind me, the stiffness of his jeans unable to hide the swelling of his length that was pressing into my back.
I wanted his hand to move, to dip lower, under my pants.He was taller than my usual partners, but I’d go on my tiptoes if that helped him reach exactly where I wanted him.
Just barely, his fingers twitched, and my head fell back against his chest, my eyes falling shut at just the hint of an idea of how he’d feel.
“Atlas.”His name was a plea from my lips.I needed him to do something, or I was going to break from the need inside me.
Slowly, so very, very slowly, his fingers dipped below my pants, just sliding along the skin there.The muscles under his touch seemed to tense of their own volition, a mix of ticklish and arousal.
The heat of another body pressed against my front.It took more effort than it should’ve to open my eyes, and then they shot open easily at the sight of Everett.
How were these men sneaking into their home so quietly?
I didn’t know what to say, what I could say considering no words were coming out.My lips parted, ready for my tongue to work, only nothing came out.I was blanking.
The way Everett was looking down at me, with his eyes fully trained on my lips, had me melting even more against Atlas.Seeing the arousal on his face, the way he looked at me like he wanted to devour me, I honestly couldn’t handle it.I had to close my eyes, to try and breathe through the arousal.
I was so wet that I was pretty sure I could’ve given an omega a run for their money with how much slick was ruining my underwear.My core squeezed around nothing, a reminder of how empty I was.This was a tortuous level of foreplay.I had never been so turned on in my life to the point where it was nearly painful that no one was inside me.
“I have something for you,” Everett said, his words a rumble as his gaze finally met mine.The promise in his words had me glancing down to his scrubs, seeing the very obvious thickness in his pants.“Not that.”
I heard the smile in his voice.He grabbed my hand and pulled me away from Atlas, the skin on my stomach where his palm had been suddenly cold without his touch.Everett’s hand fully covered mine.His palm didn’t have calluses like Atlas’s did, but it was warm, and his grip was strong, like he wasn’t going to ever let me go.
Pulling me into the living space, it took me a moment to tear my gaze away from Everett and to the mess of items on the small table in front of the couch.A bow had been taped on top of every single object, like they were little presents.
A giddy sort of excitement bubbled in my stomach.It was an honor to be included in such an intimate pack moment.
I wish I’d known that Everett was going to do something for Atlas.I could’ve gotten my own gift for the omega.Still, just to be included in watching is enough this time.Next time, I want to actually participate.Atlas deserved special treats, special attention.In fact, all the men did.Maybe I should do something for the alphas?I doubt they get gifts very often.I could definitely put together a basket for them.
“Want to open them now or after dinner?”Everett asked.
I was already staring at Atlas, waiting for his response.He just stared back at me, a single eyebrow raised.
Wait—
I looked back at Everett who was also staring at me.His hand still held mine, his thumb carelessly rubbing back and forth.He looked patient, like he was unbothered by his implication of his question and was simply waiting on an answer.
Maybe he was.After all, I was the one who made dinner.“I can start the pasta now.We can eat, and Atlas can open his gifts after.”
Everett chuckled and both Oaks and Atlas smiled, the two blocking my way into the kitchen as they stood shoulder to shoulder under the archway.Not that I got very far with Everett still holding my hand captive.
“The water is probably already boiling.And the food in the oven needs to be pulled out.Honestly, five minutes and we can all sit down to eat.”
“I got it.”Oaks left, heading back to the kitchen.
Atlas moved, too, standing in the middle of the walkway to block me as I tried to peer around him to what Oaks had planned.Was he going to put the pasta in?He had to get them out of the fridge first.
