Oh. Fucking hell.
Clarke brushes a stray hair from her cheek. "Keep going just the same, good? Or do you want more?"
Chapter 8
I'm pinned to James' lap by Ralph's blue-grey gaze. Ralph's palm is warm and smooth against my cheek. "Well, sweetheart? What is it? Good? Or more?"
I bite my lip.
They think I'm worth listening to.
My omega and my gut are both screaming for more, but the rest of me is screaming,what the heck are you doing?!
Ralph runs a gentle thumb over my cheekbone. My eyes close involuntarily as my head tilts into his palm. Melting into the soft thrum of James' purr, the solid yet padded wall of muscle of his chest and stomach cushions me, as Seb rubs a knuckle into a particularly tense spot in my arch. A moan of pleasure escapes my lips.
James' hands are slowly drifting their way up my torso, fingertips whispering across my dress and up my arms. They come to rest on the planes of my shoulders, and start gently rubbing.
"Hey, lovely, it's okay. Why don't we just try this for now, and you can let me know when you are ready for more. Or, uh, something else—any—anything else, really, whatever you want."
My teeth tug against my lower lip again. My stomach is flipping around like a cat in a sack. My heart is racing in my chest, the thud of my pulse warm and heavy in my neck. Ishouldbe panicking. But that purr of his melds with the scent of the room—of their pack—and drapes a layer of static over the panic.My eyes sink closed. I'm cocooned in a feeling of…safety. Like I've found the home I never knew I didn't have.
"Yes. Please," I breathe, letting my eyes sink closed as the pressure from his hands sinks deeper into my muscles.
"Sorry, lovely, my alpha is a bit overwhelmed right now," James murmurs into my ear. "I'm not that good with words when he's getting, uh, enthusiastic."
I chuckle. "No idea what that's like." I lean back further against his fingers, his purr coursing through me.
Seb slowly lowers the foot he's been rubbing onto the bed. I open my eyes languidly and watch as he places a kiss at the fold of my knee, and rests my foot on the bed so my knee is comfortably upright, but my legs are spread wide by James' hips and thighs. He nudges his way between James' legs and lifts my other foot. A breathy gasp escapes my mouth as his fingers find a spot on my sole that I hadn't realised needed attention.
Ralph's hand slips away from my face. I feel the bed shift as he slowly drifts back towards the wall near where Allen is standing.
My omega whines at the loss. She wants Ralph tostopmoving away from her. She wants her beta.
It isn't until I notice that they have all stopped moving that it hits me that "stop"just exploded out of my mouth as Ralph stepped away from me. I sink back into James' comforting purr, my ears reddening.
"Little star? Is your omega sad that our beta moved?" Allen's voice is gravelly. His gaze is fixed on mine, his eyes hooded with concern.
"Yes," I whimper.
Ralph steps back towards the bed and sinks down onto it, sitting next to my leg. "I'm sorry, sweetheart. I didn't mean to upset your omega. I'm honored she thinks so highly of me."
My omega lunges forward, tugging me with her, and wraps him in a hug. At this angle, my dress is tight across my torso, my breasts almost spilling free. Ralph drapes his arms loosely around me.
"More, please," I whisper in his ear. He chuckles lightly.
"Anything for my omega," he murmurs into my neck, brushing his lips over my collarbone.
My pussy clenches and flutters as his mouth flits over my skin, the fragrance of freesias blooming through the room. A tiny squeak escapes my lips. Ralph pulls back slightly, glancing down, but doesn't release me. He rests his head gently against mine.
"I'm worried that this gorgeous dress of yours will get hard to breathe in. Would you be more comfortable if James loosened it?"
My head dips in a shy nod, and I glance backwards at James. A soft smile flits across his lips.
"Yes," I mutter.
James' hands rest against the tops of my shoulders. His lips brush the other side of my neck as his fingers trail down to the zipper that rests between my shoulder blades.
The sound of the zipper is loud throughout the room.
