“How?”
I swallow, my mind racing. Every instinct is telling me to pull him in here, to get the up-close connection that my senses are craving. But I have to take things slow. I have to convince him that the only barriers are the ones he’s put between us. “Let’s go talk to Ark together. He still wants you to be his VP, after all. He might think this is good news.”
He’s quiet for a moment and I think he’s considering it until he shakes his head. “He wants the old me, not the one who got his brain scrambled in the desert.”
I don’t need to scent him to know how badly he’s hurting. “I’m sorry that happened to you, but I think you should give Ark more credit.”
But he’s already pushing off the wall, his hand raking through his hair as he turns away. “I’m sorry I can’t be what you need, Abigail.”
“Wait!” I scramble for the door, almost tripping over my own feet in my haste. A wet palm frond slaps me in the face, and I curse as I try to navigate the pots and racks that I was admiring only minutes ago. But now they’re standing between me and Bluff, and I groan in frustration as I finally fling the door open. I don’t need to look very hard to know that he’s already gone.
Fuck. I circle the greenhouse, anyway, staring down at his boot prints in the soil. I think I can still catch a whiff of his scent on the air, but it’s probably just wishful thinking, because he was right about the manure pile.
Why the fuck did he even come here?
He got to see me, just like he wanted, but now he’s done?
I lurch away from the garden, too upset to tell Lyla I’m leaving. My heart is hammering so hard, I can feel the blood rushing in my ears. I have no idea how I’m putting one foot in front of the other, but I manage to make it back to our suite without tripping over them. As soon as the door is closed behind me, I strip off my clothes, a whimper rising to my lips when Ifind Wings already in the shower. I study him for a moment, my belly tightening as I watch the water cascade down his muscular back. His head is bent, his blond hair plastered to his scalp as he slowly soaps his chest. “Can I come in?”
He brushes the back of his arm over his eyes, grinning at me through spiky lashes. “There’s always room for you, butterfly.”
I don’t even care that the water is lukewarm, because as soon as I slide in next to him, his arms slip around my waist, his mouth dropping to my neck. I can feel him growing hard against my thigh, and as I brush my nipples over his soapy chest, he makes a sound that’s close to a purr.
It’s on the tip of my tongue to tell him about Bluff, but I swallow it back. Right now, I want to lose myself in Wings. No alphas, no scent matches, just the pair of us like it’s always meant to be.
“Your knees, Abbie,” he protests as I sink in front of him. But when I grip his thighs, nudging him back against the wall, he groans in defeat. “Okay, but only because you make me come so fast, it’s goddamn embarrassing.”
“It’s a compliment,” I tell him, leaning forward to lick the heated skin of his shaft. I can already taste a hint of his pre-come and I chase another drop, kissing my way up to his swollen crown.This is all I need.Wings’ perfect flavor on my tongue and his dove gray eyes gazing down at me, filled with adoration.
“You have no idea how good you smell,” I tell him, chasing more of his sweet musk with my tongue. Wings has always been delicious to me, but ever since he presented, I’ve found his scent even more addicting. “We need to get you some toys, don’t we?” I run my fingers between the hot skin of his cheeks, gently circling his hole. “Something to fill this poor ache, hmm?”
I can feel the slick pooling in his crevice, and as I gently press against his tight pucker, he jerks against the wall. His facealready looks wrecked, his eyes wide and vulnerable as he stares down at me. “You’re enough for me, Abbie.”
“I know,” I say lightly, my finger dipping the tiniest bit into his hole. It’s so slick, there’s hardly any resistance, and I bite my lip as his legs start to shake. “But I want you to be adored in every way.”
He groans again, but his hips roll towards me as I slip my finger in another inch. His scent is blooming around me, his slick coating my palm, so I know he’s enjoying it on some level. “In the meantime, how about I suck you dry while I play with your pretty hole?”
“Fuck, Abbie…” His lashes flutter as I swallow him down, my finger slipping a little deeper and nudging his slick gland. It’s the source of all his delicious slick, and my mouth waters as I taste the first spurt of his come on the back of my tongue. He grips my hair, his other hand sliding down to cup my scent gland. “I love you so much, butterfly.”
I gurgle my agreement, too enraptured by his moans to answer him properly. Instead, I use my body to show him the depth of my feelings, sucking and stroking until he’s a shaking mess against the wall. Our combined scent is so heady, I feel my own orgasm creep up on me. It’s like a spiral of need deep in my core, and I press my thighs together as Wings finally comes apart on my tongue. I can feel his hole clenching around my finger, his cock spurting so hard I feel like I’m about to drown in his come.
Now there’s a pretty thought, I think as I tip over the edge, his cock still jerking in my throat as I shake through my own release. When he’s done, he pulls out slowly, slumping against the wall. With a shaking hand, he tilts my head back, taking in my flushed cheeks and blown-out pupils. “You came?”
I grin up at him, licking my lips to catch any stray drops. “Like I was riding your tongue.”
“You’re killing me,” he groans, pulling me to my feet and covering me in hungry kisses. We stagger out of the shower, only pausing long enough to grab a towel. We swipe it over our damp skin as we tumble in bed, our bodies instantly twining together. Wings flips a sheet over us, nudging the pillows together until our faces are only inches apart. “You know how much I love you, don’t you, Abbie?”
“Just the same amount as I love you, probably.”
“So why won’t you tell me what’s behind those sad eyes, butterfly?” His thumb flutters over my cheek, gentle as a feather. “I love the blowjobs and the cuddles, but I care about your heart a whole lot more. And if something’s happened to hurt it…”
I press a hand to his mouth, the tears already searing the back of my throat. “I should’ve known you could see right through me.”
He kisses my palm, then moves it aside. “Not all the way. But I can tell when you’re hurting. Is it being back in the club? I know you didn’t want to talk about your scars…”
“No. I mean, that was painful, but I’m glad you know. Does it make you look at me any different?”
“Because you killed that fuck and torched the place?” He chuckles, but it has a dark edge that’s more wolf than dove. “I’m with Ark on that one. I just wish we could have been there and done it for you.”
