“I’m gonna make you come again, Layla,” Sutton says, in that voice that is and isn’t his, as he reaches around to finger my clit. “When you do, I want you to say his name. I want you to tell him how good his cock feels inside of you.”
My brain says it’s wrong, but my body, feeling the slick running down my leg, knows it’s right.
Sutton rubs his slick-soaked fingers around my clit and pumps his cock in my hungry cunt.
“I’m close,” I warn him.
“Come for me, Layla. Come for your alpha.”
Fuck. “Yes. I’m coming.”
“Who are you coming for?”
I can’t ignore the command and call out, “Zayd. I’m coming for you. Fuck, your cock feels good. I’ve wanted it so bad. Oh, Zayd, you feel so fucking good.”
Sutton’s rhythm becomes erratic as he grips my hips and comes with the pulse of my channel locked around his cock.
When he finishes, he slowly rubs his hand up and down my spine in a soothing sort of way.
“I love you, Layla baby,” he says, pulling out his softening length and lifting me into his arms to hold me against him and kissing the crook of my neck.
“You’re not mad?”
“No.”
“How? What’s changed?” I ask, wishing he had been able to find this part of himself sooner, before he left.
Sutton touches his forehead to mine and simply says, “Everything.”
Chapter 20
Sutton
WhenIagreedtocome back to the Center, I had no idea how restricted my movement would be. Layla has more freedom than me but not much. Since my mark isn’t as strong as Zayd’s, I have to accompany Layla everywhere. But as long as I’m with her, we can go to the cafeteria comb or visit her friends in their rooms, but when she wants to hang out with her friends at the Courtyard, I’m left waiting in the corridor.
No males are allowed in the Courtyard, and since I’m not an alpha, I’m not allowed in the Commons, the alpha equivalent to the Courtyard.
Kydax hasn’t invited me back to the training comb, and since I’m not about to show up without an invite, risking them taking it as an insult or disrespect or something, I’m stuck doing a lot of waiting. While I’m glad to be back with her, if it weren’t for the unbelievable sex Layla is starved for, I’d be going out of my mind with boredom.
I’m glad she has her friends and has built a life here, but I’m struggling to see how I fit into it. And it’s scaring the shit out of me that I never will.
Take tonight, for example. Angie and Razyr invited us over for dinner and games. It’s not been a bad night, but I feel so out of place with the alphas.
Sparing with them in the training comb is easy. I’d faced plenty of strangers in the octagon in my MMA days. But I never went out to dinner with them afterward. I had friends that I fought and hung out with, but those friendships predated our time in the sparring ring. I don’t know how to be friends with the alphas. They’re still the opposition in my mind, and I get the sense that they feel the same way about me. Well, maybe not opposition but… Other. Layla and I have both noticed the ways my body has changed since that alpha bit me. I think the alphas have started noticing, too. They don’t know what I am, and I can tell they don’t like not knowing what I might become.
Every now and again, I catch Razyr flaring his nostrils. I’m pretty sure he’s taking measure of my scent on Layla. It’s been two weeks. Zayd’s scent has faded, but hasn’t totally worn off, so I don’t think he much cares for mine being in the mix.
As I watch the other mated pairs, I start to wonder again if it would be better for Layla to bond with Zayd and for me to leave them be.
“It’s your turn.” Layla nudges my elbow.
“Hearts are trump?”
“We’re playing rummy,” she whispers.
“Oh, right.”
Layla gently squeezes my arm after I take my turn. “Are you okay?”
