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He inhales, his pupils dilate, eyes going heavy lidded. “Do you trust me, trouble?”
“Yes.” The word pops out before I can really consider the implications. My omega certainly trusts him. He is my prime alpha, the leader of my pack, my scent match. Of course, she trusts him because she doesn’t understand the shit he’s done. Maybe at first she was upset, but the last few days, ever since he stopped my abduction, he’s been better, trying to make it up to me. An omega’s memory is short, apparently. Mine not so much.
Still, as I consider the quick acquiescence, I realize it’s true. So I nod again. “Yes, Maddox, I trust you.”
His face stretches into a fucking stunning grin. One that reveals dimples I’ve never seen before. “Good girl.” His grip shifts, hand sliding from my hair down my back to the waistband of my tight sleep shorts. He plays with it for a moment, fingers dipping under the fabric, before he descends further. Brushing over my fabric covered cunt.
“I want you to be my cock warmer. Can you do that for me?”
“What?” I ask, not sure I understood him.
“I’m gonna slide my dick into your pussy and leave it there. We’re not going to fuck. I’m not going to knot you. You’re just going to sit on my cock and keep it warm. We’ll even put on a Liam Cordova movie for you. Your only job, the only thing you need to think about or concentrate on, trouble, will be to keep my dick in your body and not moving. Can you do that?”
I frown, glance around the room, to find that while I was dozing, Swift and Logan have disappeared. Luca is lying on his back in the floor nest, his mouth open slightly, asleep. Ethan is the only one besides us still awake, and his blue eyes are focused on me, on my reaction.
I don’t know why, but this feels like a trap. It seems simple enough. Just watch a movie with Maddox’s massive alpha cock in my vagina. But… There’s a catch, right? There has to be. And the idea of whatever that catch is has me wiggling on top of him, slick soaking into my sleep shorts.
I kind of want to find out what it is. So I nod. “Yes, I can do that.”
He grins at me again. “Good girl.”
I expect him to order me to stand up and strip, but he just reaches between our bodies and shoves the waistband of his basketball shorts down until his cock bounces free, I get just a glimpse of the turgid length before he hooks a finger in the crotch of my sleep shorts and panties and tugs them to the side. In the next moment, he’s notched at my entrance and I’m sinking down onto his lengthy girth.
I’m embarrassed at how easily I slide down. Granted, it’s not all in one go. We have to work him in slow, small thrusts that do nothing to help with the whole ‘we’re not fucking’ part of this venture. It’s a tight fit and there’s a pinch of pain and an exquisite stretch that my omega body eases by releasing a gush of slick.
When our pelvises touch, my natural inclination is to roll, to grind, to lift and slam back down, but Maddox doesn’t let me. At the first twitch of my hips, he growls. “No omega,” and I go still, flopping over his chest with a huff of frustration.
His hand slips under the hem of my shirt, smooths up and down my spine. On each pass, he gently massages the muscles in my neck and then squeezes the swell of my ass. It’s relaxing and arousing all at the same time. I’m vaguely aware of the movie playing, one I know well enough that I could recite the lines from heart, but I can’t focus on it.
I can only focus on the sweep of my alpha’s hand and on not twitching my hips with every caress.
This is torture, I realize after a while.
I’d thought Maddox was warming up to me, that he’d come around to the idea that I would be a good omega for his pack, but apparently, that is not the case. If it was, he would be fucking me right now, thrusting deep inside me. He’d be murmuring about how he wanted to fill me up, knot me, feel me clench around him.
He wouldn’t be torturing me like this.
My slick is flowing freely, dripping over his knot, soaking into our clothes. I’m a little worried it’s soaking into the couch too, but if it is, it’s his fucking fault and he can deal with it.
Every so often his hands slide into my shorts, grip my ass and pulls the cheeks apart as he shifts his cock the tiniest bit inside of me, giving me a little pleasure, but not nearly enough. I inevitably whimper when he stills again. And his lips brush against the top of my head as a purr rumbles from his chest. I relax into him. The arousal ebbs slightly, only for him to do the whole fucking thing over again. Over and over and over.
I’m so wound up by the end of the movie that I’m on the verge of tears—like honest to god tears that will sob out of me—if I don’t get some relief soon.
Fuck this. If he didn’t want to fuck me, he should never have put his dick in me.
With that thought in mind, I sit up just slightly, enough to look down at him. He gives me a content lazy smile that I don’t return. Asshole.
He arches a brow. “Trouble?”
My scowl deepens as I sit up fully, feeling his press deeper inside me, and that is what fucking does it. Bracing my hands on his chest, I push myself up and then slide back down, a moan spilling from my lips. Fuck, that feels so good.
“Omega,” he growls softly, a warning, but… I think I’m beyond caring. And that was the point of this, wasn’t it? To eventually have sex, to come, to get each other off. So I roll my hips again and moan at how good it feels after hours of no movement, no friction.
He hisses through his teeth and then clamps down on my hips, keeping me still. I whine.
Ethan chuckles from where he’s still stretched out next to a sleeping Luca. “What you don’t know about Maddox, Sadie, is that he loves edging. Himself. Everyone around him. He’ll wait for days, building up a release.”
“Days?” I whimper at the suggestion, feeling those damn tears rush to my eyes. “I can’t… I won’t survive that, Dox. Please.” Dramatic? Sure. But to my overwrought omega self, coming feels life or death right now.
