Page 80 of In Control

“Breathe, sweetheart,” Liam whispers, from beside me on the bed, hard cock in his hand. “Just breathe. You’re doing so good, so good for us.”

For once, I obey without argument, letting loose the captured breath in my lungs.

As I do, it creates more room for the men, and Gabe pushes further inside me, his cock rubbing against Roman’s through my walls.

“Jesus, that feels so good,” Roman cries, “but I need to move.” He rolls the three of us onto our sides and then somehow they find a rhythm together, their bodies knowing what the other will do. They dance in time together, one withdrawing from me as the other plunges in.

The friction, the pleasure, it generates has me screaming their names, my fingers sinking into Gabe’s shoulder, my legs twisting around his waist.

They don’t pause, their rhythm unstoppable.

I drift away, lost in the ocean of ecstasy, taken to some other heavenly place.

And in the midst of it, in the middle of it all, my eyes drift open, and I see him. I see him standing in the doorway, his mahogany eyes glinting in the darkness. There’s want and lust shining clearly in them and I raise my arm toward him automatically, beckoning him to join us, wanting him too.

For a fleeting moment, it looks as if he will. He takes a step inside the room.

Then his eyes turn angry. I flinch. And he sinks away into the shadows, the door closing.

* * *

Afterwards,it’s like it was before. They insist on taking care of me. A girl could get used to this. Liam runs me a bath and I sink into the giant tub with its claw feet and lie against the alpha’s broad chest.

“Are you sure you didn’t mind being left out?” I ask as he runs the soap over my shoulders.

“I’m hoping it wasn’t a one-time-only thing. I’m hoping you enjoyed it enough to want to do it again. It certainly seems like you enjoyed it,” he teases. “You made enough noise to wake the living dead.”

And tempt your packmate, I think, deciding to keep that piece of information to myself. I was the only one to see Esra lurking in the doorway like that.

“I did enjoy it,” I say, resting my head against his shoulder. “I do want to do it again. Although not right away,” I add, hastily, “I’m going to need some time to recover.”

He washes away the soap from my shoulder and kisses the skin tenderly. “We’re not doing that again until you’re ready. But, sweetheart, I like watching. I always have. It’s one of the things I enjoy most about being in a pack, watching the people I love most pleasure one another. It’s special in a way I can’t describe.”

“What else do you like about being in a pack?” I stroke his leg under the warm, bubbly water. I can hear the other two murmuring in Gabe’s bedroom. “Why did you decide to form one?”

He presses his lips again to my skin, clearly thinking about his answer. “I knew it would make me happy. When I met Roman and Esra we had this connection right away. We thought about things in the same way. We wanted the same things from life.”

“Like gang bangs,” I tease.

“We tried those, not the same thing. But anyway, it’s not just about the sex, Sophia. It’s about choosing to spend and share your life with the people you love. For some people that’s just one other person. For us it was always more than one.”

“And Gabe?”

“We always knew we wanted an omega for our pack, to complete our pack. Esra met him first, fell head over heels for him. The rest of us fell pretty soon after.” He motions for me to lift my leg and runs the soap over the sole of my foot, cleaning between my toes. “But we were wrong.”

“About what?”

“We weren’t a complete pack. We were still missing something.”

“What?”

“You.”

I frown. He sounds so sure of this and yet it’s clear his packmate disagrees. How can he go against his wishes? I could understand it if they were viewing this as some short-lived fling, but the way they’re talking, it’s as if they want more.

Is that what I want? Floating here, in the fragranced water with the strong alpha at my back, I think it might be. I hadn’t lied to Rosie. I am bored with the short-lived romances. I want something more, something meaningful and real. I want to be wanted forever.

But I’m not stupid. I know this pack isn’t as it should be. And if they can’t tell me the truth, how can I trust them with my heart?

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