Page 20 of Pack’s Pledge

Conall kissed the inside of my thigh as I lay limp, then placed one last open-mouthed kiss on the apex of my thighs before I felt him come down heavily beside me on the pillows.

I peeked over at him: his lips were swollen and his pupils so wide they reflected my own face back at me.

“Conall,” I breathed, “I don’t–”

He kissed me, rolling me onto my back so that I felt his cock stiff against my thigh, but it wasn’t the kiss of a man who was looking for more, who was eager toget to the good part.

“Shh, Britt,” he murmured against my skin, as he kissed along my jaw, to the sensitive spot below my ear. “We don’t have to,” he said, and I nodded against his shoulder, my nose tight to his collarbone. His cock bumped against my thigh, and he hissed–hard again, or still, and I thrilled that it should be because ofme–before settling on his back and pulling me half onto him. “Just sleep,” he said, then, quieter, “do you want me to stay?”

“Yes,” I said, burrowing into the crook of his strong arm, breathing in deep the scent of man, of Conall. “Please, stay.”

The night, sure.

And the next day, and the next, and forever.

CHAPTERSIXTEEN

Adrian

“So,”I said, propping my chin on my hands across the kitchen island from Conall.

“Don’t,” he warned, but I just grinned.

“Tell me about it.”

“Don’t,” he said again.

“You won’t share?” I pressed. “I just want to know how dinner went. You don’t have to tell me about after–”

“Adrian,” Conall growled–actually growled–and I could feel my forehead lifting up into my hairline.

“Conall,” I said. I knew I was pushing my luck, but… I was curious. I’d snuck into Beau’s bed last night, both of us knowing the reason why I was there. We’d gotten each other off with the ease of long practice and the enthusiasm of a new flirtation. I rolled my shoulders back, remembering the way he’d arched into me. Maybe he’d be down again tonight. Hell, who was I kidding. I knew he would be.

“It was good,” he said finally, his broad back turned away from me as he fiddled with the coffee maker.

“Just ‘good’?”

“Yes, good. She’s an old friend, Adrian.”

“Just ‘an old friend’?”

“Yes, just an old friend,” he said, turning. He placed a mug in front of me. Coffee, black.

“Thanks,” I said, taking a sip. I nearly spat it out when he spoke again, a tiny smile on his face.

“For now.”

“Okay,” I said, “now we’re talking!” I leaned against the back of my counter-height stool. I’d known there was something more between the two of them. Beau had picked up on it, too. It had been obvious, if I were honest, and so we had only hesitated for about three seconds before confirming the delivery order. I’d already wanted to buy her a gift for her cute bravery at the bar, and it was nothing to add a little extra gift. What was a little scrap of lace compared to a luxury handbag, after all. I was dying to know if he’d thought of it, but I knew he’d never kiss and tell. Conall was agentleman.

Beau, however…

“You’re back, Conall,” the omega said, sauntering into the kitchen in a half-open robe over pajama pants. His hair was mussed, and there was a bruise on his neck.My bad.“I thought you’d be gone all morning, taking your girl to brunch or whatever. Do betas like brunch?”

“Don’t be stupid, Beau. Betas are just like you and me,” I said. “Theymustlike brunch.”

“Oh, damn, you’re right, Iambeing stupid,” he said back, helping himself to a sip of my coffee. “Huh. I thought it wasyouwho got his brain sucked out through his dick last night, but it must have been me.”

Conall grimaced, and Beau and I high-fived. It was juvenile, but that was the point.

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