“I’m supposed to be taking care of you,” I reminded him, my fingers gently running through his thick dark hair.
“Tasting youistaking care of me,” he promised as he lifted one of my legs over his shoulder. My hands fisted in his hair, holding myself steady as his tongue teased through my slick pussy.
He was moving slow, too slow. But the pressure he applied as he flicked his tongue over my clit had me moaning, head falling back and eyes drifting closed as I let my alpha have his fill.
Kieran was almost too good at this. My orgasm built so fast that it took my breath away. He didn’t quite let me fall over that edge, backing away anytime my body would tense, reading the cues as if we’ve been together for years.
After the third time backing away, I let out a groan.
“Patience, omega,” he purred. “I want you to come around my cock and it’s going to be so much sweeter if I work you up first.”
“Yes, Alpha, I panted. “But only if you do it soon. Otherwise I’ll get there myself.”
He let out a soft growl, standing up and nipping at my lips. I gasped as he lifted me off my feet. My legs instinctively wrapped around his waist.
He pulled back enough to reach between us, lining himself up at my entrance before slamming me down on his cock. I was already stretched from my other alpha and I took him easily, though the stretch was just as exquisite.
My alpha took exactly what he needed, fucking me hard and fast, his fingers digging into my hips as he continuously slammed me down on his cock. It ached in the best way, my body far too sensitive and my cries too loud, but neither of us cared. This was our form of therapy.
Thanks to his earlier teasing, I was already so close to the edge that it didn’t take long before I was shattering. Mybody clenched around his, encouraging the alpha to follow as I squeezed his knot. He was shuddering against his control as it slowly slipped away.
His thrusts turned shallow, shoving his knot deeper into my greedy pussy, his mouth falling open in a silent scream.
His mouth crashed into mine as he came, ropes of cum filling me, the low rumble of a purr echoing out of him, my own softer version joining.
I loved that he came to me after his game, that he sought me out and found comfort in our connection.
This was being a pack.
Still knotted deep inside my pussy, he turned off the water, carrying me around like I weighed nothing. One of his strong arms was banded around me, while he used the other to snag a towel.
Kieran dried my hair as carefully as he could with one hand and wiped off my body. Then his own. I grabbed another from the hook, drying his hair for him until he was capturing my lips in a kiss.
If we had a bond, I knew it would be full of warmth right now. I felt it radiating between us already.
“This is everything,” he said, resting his forehead against mine and just breathing me in. “You’re mine, Lana Flynn, and you always will be.”
“Always,” I promised, knowing that this time… this pack was the right one.
Shouting echoed out from downstairs, shattering the moment. We shared a look as he carried me to the bedroom. It was loud enough that his knot finally went down, releasing me.
As the voices grew louder, we hastily got dressed. I brushed through my hair before throwing it in a messy bun and following him down.
“I can’t believe this,” Lennon was yelling. I heard something crash, and Kieran quickly pulled me closer to his side as we entered the kitchen.
The crash was evidently a spatula. It was laying on the floor, bent almost in half.
“What happened?” Kieran demanded.
“Those people that got kicked out of the arena were an anti-delta organization. They’re using the breakup between Lana and her exes as ammunition, saying that the delta drove her away and that we’re no better. Apparently, it’s only a matter of time before she’s chased away from us, too. They used pictures of the fight against us,” Lennon summarized through gritted teeth.
“Are you kidding me?” I was horrified. Sutton being a delta had nothing to do with that breakup. Not a damn thing.
“To make it worse, they leaked a photo,” Conrad said. Something in his voice had me tensing, bracing myself for what was to come. He had a laptop in front of him. He spun it around and I was faced with a picture of me walking out of the hospital, leaning heavily on my brother.
Who the hell could have taken that photo? I looked horrible, yes, but no one knew I was there outside of immediate family.
“Now the tabloids are passing around all kinds of accusations. Not one of them is accurate. I’m not sure what they were thinking. Stuff like this could be damaging,” Conrad finished.
