But my body doesn't care about anything except the beta whose hand is still down my pants, his fingers tracing my clit with a tenderness that was sweet ten seconds ago but is now making me want to lose my mind.
I need more.Now.
“Perrin," I practically snarl his name. "Fuck me."
Perrin goes completely still for exactly one second.
His beautiful eyes search my face, and I see the moment the shock wears off, like a wave breaking and receding, leaving something else entirely in its wake.
And then Perrin lets go.
He grabs me by the waist with both hands, then his mouth coming down on mine with a certainty that I have never felt from him before. No hesitation. No careful, considered restraint. Just Perrin, all of him, finally deciding that he's done thinking about it.
His hands find the waistband of my leggings. He drags them down in one smooth motion, dropping to his knees in front of me to pull them free. Then he looks up at me from the floor, his honey-brown eyes dark and certain, his curls falling across his forehead, his chest bare and heaving.
"Hold on to something," he says, his voice so low I barely catch it.
My hands find his shoulders as his mouth finds me.
Perrin's hands slide up the backs of my thighs and he lifts my leg without warning, hooking it over his shoulder with a confidence that sends a fresh rush of slick pouring from me. The new angle opens me up completely, and his mouth finds my clit with a focused, devastating precision that makes my head fall back against the wall with a soft thud.
My fingers twist in his curls and hold on.
I have a perfect, unobstructed view of the bed.
Cliff and Raff are still moving, their rhythm slow and grinding now, working through the resistance of their swelling knots. Adam is completely limp between them, his lean body utterly surrendered, his face slack and peaceful in a way it hasn't been in days.
His pain is gone.
Everything is gone.
Just the deep, boneless relief of an omega finally, completely tended to.
Cliff's jaw is tight, his hands so careful on Adam's hips despite everything, and Raff has his face pressed into the curve of Adam's neck, his shoulders shaking slightly with the effort of holding back.
It's the most intimate thing I've ever seen.
Perrin's tongue does something that blurs my vision for a full second, and I look down at him, at his eyes closed and his hands gripping my thighs like he's never letting go.
My orgasm builds fast and mercilessly, coiling tight at the base of my spine, and Perrin doesn't ease up for a single second. His tongue works me with a focused, relentless patience of a man completely without mercy, and when I finally break it crashes over me in long, rolling waves that steal every sound I have.
My leg shakes over his shoulder and my fingers pull hard in his hair as I come apart against his face.
My perfect beta works me through every last pulse of my pleasure, unhurried, his hands warm and steady on my hips until I finally stop shaking.
Then he pulls back, lowers my leg carefully from his shoulder, and stands.
He doesn't say anything.
He simply looks at me for one brief, burning second, his lips wet, his chest heaving, and his eyes so dark they're nearly black. Then he bends, hooks one arm under my knees and the other around my back, and picks me up like I weigh nothing.
I grab his shoulders, startled. "Perrin?—"
He's already moving toward the bed, where Cliff and Raff are tending to Adam.
He carries me across the room, his jaw set and his eyes fixed on the mattress ahead of him, and I look up at his face and feel something warm and wild bloom open in my chest.
Perrin sets me down on the edge of the nest, his hands gentle despite everything, and the warmth of the bed and the combined scents of the pack wrap around me all at once. Cliff's dark chocolate and cedar. Raff's sage and sunflowers. Adam's new, sweet omega scent still saturating every fiber of every blanket.
