Page 54 of The Omega Lesson

I laugh, imagining Noah’s face if I told him I got some Lexi action in the fuck truck. “They do, but I’m not sure I can wait that long. The library closes early to students on Friday, but we got in here with a staff pass. Maybe you’d like to go for a stroll with me through the stacks?”

She laughs, but her hips jerk against mine, her vanilla fragrance peppering the air. “What is it about you Lyall boys and your public sex fantasies?” I cock a brow at her, but she shakes her head. “Doesn’t matter. I would love to see what research opportunities are lurking in the stacks with you, Dr. Lyall.”

I smirk, but the situation in my pants is no laughing matter. We leave the meeting room hand-in-hand, scoping out the darkened floor like a pair of spies. The library has definitely closed, but there are probably a few staff members or Ph.D. students hunkered down somewhere, lost in their academic worlds. I’m surprised to find the thought of them hearing us just adds to the thrill.

“This looks like a good section for soulmates,” I tell her, pulling her down the aisle into the shadows.

“It’s perfect,” she agrees, her voice breathless as I back her up against the wooden shelves. She turns her head enough to read the spines of the books next to us. “It’s very romantic in the contaminated soil disposal section.”

I chuckle. “Sadly, that’s right up my alley.”

“Tell me more, doctor,” she whispers, her hands sliding up under my clothes. I dressed casually today, in dark jeans and a grey cashmere sweater, and she sighs as her fingers brush my taut nipples. “No shirt? I love your easy access dress code.”

I groan as she massages my nubs, chasing her mouth with mine. She indulges me, a long, languid kiss that has our tongues sliding together. Sometimes she opens for me like a flower, and other times she’s the bee, nipping and sucking to get at my nectar. But still, I marvel at how much softer her mouth is than Ben’s. I love the way he kisses – all hard, raw wanting – but this is perfect, too. A sweet exploration to his spicy invasion.

Maybe she reads my mind – or my pheromones – because she’s suddenly pulling at my belt. “I want to suck you, Jack. Then bend over right here, so the next time you open one of these books, you think about sinking your beautiful dick into me.”

God, her dirty talk just melted my brain out of my ears. Not to mention the mess that’s now pooling in my jeans. “No time for sucking,” I tell her, yanking down my zip and baring my cock. “I’m already leaking for you, love. I need to fuck you hard and fast.”

“Yes,” she moans, wrapping her hand around my dick. “Do it. Don’t waste a drop.”

I groan like a feral animal at the grip of her fingers, which slide down my shaft until they’re coated in my slick. She stuffs them in her mouth, sucking them clean as she turns around and hikes up her skirt. I didn’t even notice her stepping out of her undies, but she shoves them on a shelf and then bends, her feet braced wide. I shudder as I take her in, from her high heels up her pale thighs, her sensible skirt rucked over her arse. I hike it further, bending to nip the globe of her arse.

“Put it in, Jack,” she begs, gripping the shelf. “I need you inside me.”

I groan, my dick throbbing in my hand as I bend my knees to slot between her thighs. Warm, perfumed heat washes over me and I grit my teeth.

“No locking, love,” I whisper as I find her clit with one hand and notch my aching dick between her folds with the other. “Kills me to say it, but we don’t have time.”

“I can hold back,” she pants, her arse pushing into my groin, “but don’t you. Give it all to me.”

I surge forward, the need to get inside her overpowering. She cries out, loud in the empty library, and I wrap a hand over her mouth. I can’t tell if her moans are for the way I’m driving her into the shelf or at the taste of my slick on my palm. But she rocks back to meet every thrust, her hands clawing at the books as I slam into her.

I want… I want… I gnash my aching teeth, even as my dick tries to tunnel deeper inside her. The poor bastard is obsessed with the idea of taking her lock, but I wasn’t just edging myself. There really isn’t time for anything more than a quick, hard fuck.

Not that it’s just my dick aching to claim her. My gums are throbbing, my heart beating like it’s trying to rip out of my chest. Because even as I sink into her warmth, thrusting hard enough to make the shelf shake, I need more. I need her, in my pack, wedged so deep between me and my brothers she can never wriggle free.

Fuck, if Noah or Ben don’t bite her soon, then I’m going to…

The thought has barely settled in my mind before a light sweeps across the floor. I freeze, my hand tightening around Lex’s mouth as I hear a heavy tread and the unmistakable grumbling of a guard making his rounds.

“Shit,” I whisper in her ear. “I think that’s security.”

She huffs into my hand and then I’m pulling out carefully, the throb in my gums and chest taking on the sting of denial.

“Sorry, love,” I murmur, kissing her flushed cheek.

“Can’t we tell him this is important research for the agricultural community?” she growls and starts to straighten her clothes. But then her face brightens, and she snatches her undies off the shelf. “Why don’t we go see how far back those rear seats really go?”

Lexi

Waking up on Saturday morning and knowing Bree isn’t in the house is always a blow. It’s doubly hard when it’s meant to be my weekend, and Richard hasn’t returned any of my voicemails or texts. No doubt he’ll tell me his phone was out of range on their weekend getaway, but for all I know, he’s in his mansion on the river dodging my calls.

Noah and Jack got up early to go rowing, as crazy people do. The only good thing about waking up and finding them gone is that I get extra cuddle time with Mattie. He looks like a young sun god spread out on my fancy floor blankets, and I fall on him like a zealot, worshipping every inch of him with my hands and mouth.

What I still lack in experience, I more than make up for in enthusiasm. And maybe a little frustration, since Jack and I couldn’t find a quiet place to pull over and try the rear seats last night. And as blissfully soft as Noah’s blankets are, none of us are getting enough sleep on the floor. Instead of indulging in some naked pack antics, we spent the rest of the evening arguing over how we could get a king bed into my cottage without taking the roof off.

But even the crick in my neck from another night on the floor can’t detract from the blissful sensation of Mattie under my hands. I could spend all day just tracing the grooves and ridges on his body, but the truth is, I’m addicted to watching him fall apart. And there is nothing hotter than the way he wriggles and jerks under me as I swallow him down.

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