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“Fuck, you’re evil. Suck my clit, Ry. Make me come on your tongue as you taste me.” I buck my hips against his hand, my own words turning me on even more. “Make me come on Jedrik’s tongue,” I add, knowing he’s enjoying pushing me to think of the frustrating alpha.
“Not going to lie, I’m enjoying the fruits of his labor.” He shifts us, settling between my thighs. “The grumpy fucker sure is missing out.” He gently drags my panties down my legs and throws them to the side. His pajamas go next, his thick cock springing free to greet me. His eyes darken as he descends on me, tongue darting out against the most sensitive part of me. My legs jerk and a grin splits his lips. “Watching you come undone is such a lovely sight,” he rasps.
I prop myself up on one elbow and widen my legs, threading a hand through his blond hair to encourage him to keep going. “Watching you devour me is even better.”
“Shit, Ver. The things you say to me…” He shivers and returns his attention to my clit. Once again, he’s not slow, he doesn’t tease. He simply licks and sucks, bringing me closer to the edge with every lap of his tongue.
As I get close, he pulls away and gives me a sinfully delicious smirk. “Close your eyes, sweetness. I want you to picture Jedrik as the one between your thighs.” I savor the sight of him before doing exactly as he says. Closing my eyes, the image of Jedrik greets me, his sharp gaze and furrowed brow. The way he challenges me with every glance, yet has a soft quirk to his lips when he thinks I’m not looking. The way he defended me from the cameraman on the plane. The way he and Andrik looked as they stole my breath coming down the stairs…
I’m lost in my thoughts of Jedrik, remembering the way he pressed me against the wall and stole our first kiss, when Ry teases my nub with the barest scrape of his teeth. I detonate. The orgasm slams into me as I picture the lust in Jedrik’s eyes when he pulled away from me. Exploding stars replace it as my muscles tense, riding out the waves of pleasure.
My lips part, a scream on the tip of my tongue, but Ry places a hand over my mouth just in time to muffle my cry. “Not that I don’t want to hear you scream, Ver Bear,” he murmurs. “But we don’t want the wrong person coming to check on you.” This time he allows me a moment to breathe and when my vision finally clears, I find him wiping my juices from his chin before popping those fingers into his mouth. It has a fresh wave of desire washing over me.
A whine escapes me as my core burns for more, to be filled by his hot, pulsing cock. And I know he needs it as much as I do. “Ry, please.” My voice is breathy as hell, but I don’t care. I might combust if he doesn’t fuck me soon. Which is exactly what he wants… me writhing beneath him. See, he knows me better than I know myself, but I, too, can read him like an omega reads the intricate layers of her nest.
My best friend doesn’t need any further encouragement, settling between my legs. I run my hands down his abs, loving the way they contract under my touch. He encourages me with a gentle hand to my shoulder to lie back and notches his tip at my entrance, slowly sinking inside. Both of us gasp at the sensation. Him at the warm heat wrapping around him, and me at the delicious stretch and the way he rubs against my walls, hitting every pleasurable nerve. His head dips to my breasts and he swirls his hot tongue around a pebbled nipple. Goosebumps rise on my arms alongside the lust roaring within me.
I grind my hips against his, begging him to move, to fuck me like I’m craving. He obliges, retreating until only the tip is inside me before pushing in again, making me moan. I feel every single inch of him like he’s ribbed for my pleasure alone and he repeats the motion over and over, each time increasing the intensity and pace. The pressure in my core becomes too much. I’m overly sensitive and yet, I need even more.
Like the attentive man he is, Ry senses it and places an arm under my hips, shifting them to a different angle. I can’t seem to stop the noises coming out of my mouth as he hits an entirely new spot. “Oh fuck, Ry!” My nails dig into his shoulders, where I grip him tightly. As if somehow my hold on him can keep me grounded in the moment.
“I know, Ver. Will you be a good girl and come with me?” he pants, his thrusts turning desperate but no less impactful. “I need to hear you say it.”
“Yes, fuck, yes,“ I cry, my voice rising a few octaves at the end as he fucks me like he’s trying to settle a score. This might’ve started out with him wanting me to think about the grumpy alpha and my future with a pack, but right now, this is all Ryland. It’s me and him as we crest that hill together.
Or so I thought, because his next words bring the broody asshole right back into it. “Where would Jedrik come, Verity? Would you let him knot your tight little pussy, and shoot his cum deep inside you like he wants to breed you? Or would he claim you by spraying your stomach and tits, making you rub it in so you smell like him?”
Fuck me. His words make my walls flutter around him, another orgasm on the brink of taking over every functioning thought. Both options sound like Jedrik, but I know he isn’t ready to choose the first one. “My chest,” I moan out, not wanting to admit it. I want them to come deep inside me. Because it’s not only Ry fucking me right now, it’s both of them.
“Jesus, fuck,” Ryland groans, his hand painfully gripping my thigh like he wants to hold himself back, but he can’t, my words pushing him over the edge. His eyes meet mine as hot cum erupts inside me. The sensation has me shooting into the fucking stratosphere, lost to the pull of endless space as my orgasm rockets through me. His dick pulses, drawing out those little aftershocks as I spasm around him. We’re both breathing heavily when we finally come back to Earth. “Sorry, Ver. I couldn’t hold back. Plus, I had a feeling you wanted my cum deep inside you. Dirty little thing you are,” he says teasingly. He’s not wrong.
He pulls out and the loss of him makes me whimper. I can’t help but reach forward to latch onto him. He tucks me into his chest. “I’m right here, Ver. I’m not going anywhere. Ever.”
My eyelids grow heavy and I yawn. “Hell, Ry, you’ve drained me,” I mumble.
“Nah, Ver. You’re the one who did the draining.” His chest shakes with a chuckle like he made some kind of dirty joke. When his laughter dies off, he presses a kiss to my forehead. “Sleep well, love. I’ve got you.”
And so I do.
Chapter 18
Verity
“Verity, you’ll be late if you don’t hurry up!” Rosey shouts from the other side of my dressing room partition. I hastily attempt to pull the evening dress up my thighs, but it’s no use.
Over my head, it is.
She grumbles something about not ruining the foundation she artfully applied, but I ignore her warnings, too lost in thought for my own good.
The days have been passing far too quickly. It’s like I’ve been swept into a whirlwind, and I haven’t had a second to process anything. Especially not with Ry in my nest every night. Not that I mind one single bit.
Thinking about him has heat rising to my cheeks, but I shove it away. Not fast enough though, because Rosey peeks her head around and her eyes light. “Oh, girlie. I would’ve thought you’d be sad about the elimination happening today. Not blushing through your makeup. Who do you got it bad for?” I shoot her an annoyed look and she throws her hands up in defense. “All right, hint taken.” And disappears once more.
Every single day this week I’ve had either a group date or an individual date. Not to mention the large gatherings with champagne every night, thank you liquid courage, pool time chats, and everything in between. With twenty men—scratch that—twenty alphas, my head is spinning trying to keep up. Then there’s the possibility I might lose the twins. My heart skips a beat at the thought. I have no idea what their rankings are and won’t until they show it tonight. This could very well be my last night with them, and it has my stomach in knots.
Hence why I’m stalling for time.
Logically, I know I should hurry my ass up so neither Rosey nor I get in trouble for being late, but for some reason as I slip the shimmering dress over my head, careful not to mess my hair or makeup, my hands stall on the zipper.
