Page 18 of An Alpha’s Guide to Finding the One

Lainey’s hands tighten on my waist, trying to drag me closer even though I’m already as close as physically possible. She grunts, her nails digging into my skin as she rocks her hips up. “Need you closer.”

I huff a laugh. “I can’t get any closer without being inside of you, honey.” It doesn’t register what just came out of my mouth until Lainey begins nodding frantically beneath me, her hair tickling my chin. “Yes, let’s do that.”

Every muscle in my body locks up tight. I pull back, meeting her hooded eyes. I expect them to be glossy with the heat spike or at the very least for her pupils to be massive, but neither signs are there. My omega is lucid and she’s asking me to… well I’m actually not sure. “I need you to be explicitly clear with me, Lainey. What do you want me to do?”

Her cheeks pink slightly. “Did you mean it when you said you would do anything?”

I nod slowly, relishing in her answering sigh while also ignoring the chanting of my alpha in my chest. He is demanding we rut, claim, and cover her in our scent. The dichotomy of his feelings versus mine are confusing sometimes. I can’t believe this incredible omega is actually considering using me for anything. She could have anyone, especially in our pack. But she’s choosing me? The thought alone has my alpha soaring with pride. “Absolutely anything. If it helps to just think of me as an inanimate, emotionless sex toy, then go right ahead.”

I don’t even get all the words out before she interrupts me with a hand over my mouth. My first instinct is to do to her what I would do to Lucky in this situation and lick her palm, but then I remember I am almost twenty-two years old and her alpha and stop myself. “I don’t want to view you as a sex toy Wy. I want you. Inside of me, preferably. As long as you’re comfortable being there. It can be sex if you want it to be, but it doesn’t need to be.”

The emphasis she places confuses me for a moment until it finally clicks what she’s asking for. My cock kicks against her abdomen, the idea so hot it’s a chore not to come before I even get inside her. My nose trails down her neck, tongue darting out to lick at her pulse point. “Does my sweet girl want to keep her alpha’s cock warm?” I coo. “It’s not enough to have me surrounding you, you also want me filling you up so there’s no part of you left untouched? So it becomes impossible to tell where you end and I begin?”

“Yes,” she pants. “That’s what I need.”

My lips meet her neck in a lingering kiss. “What my honey wants, she gets.” The words are whispered against her skin, lingering between us for a moment. “I’m clean. And I haven’t been with anyone in over a year.”

Lainey’s eyes are wide but there’s an undercurrent of gratefulness to the surprise. Maybe because even while naked and about to slip inside of her I’m still thinking about her safety? I can’t be sure.

“Omegas aren’t susceptible to sexually transmitted diseases or infections,” she starts. And I nod, because I knew that from my reading. “But either way, Lucky is the only person I’ve been with in the last year.”

That pleases me more than it has any right to, but I try not to show it. I must not do a very good job, because she huffs quietly. “Men,” she mutters. There’s so much exasperation in the single word, and it amuses me to no end.

She wiggles her hips, eyebrow raising. “Well? I’m not getting any drier here, Alpha.”

Wyatt barks a laugh at my joke that wasn’t actually a joke, but wastes no time in lining himself up with my entrance. His cock is long and thick, which seems to be typical of an alpha, or at least my alphas, and when the blunt head nudges against me, a gush of wetness slicks out over him making him groan obscenely. I had gotten used to Wyatt being the soft, sweet one of the group, and he still is, but the filthy mouth on him is something I did not expect and am so on board with.

I throw my arms around his neck, hugging him to me as he breaches my entrance. My moans are aimed right at his ear, and he shudders against me when he’s finally fully seated. I feel so full and it is exactly what my omega needed to settle. A pitiful whimper escapes, but I can’t find it in me to be embarrassed by the wholly omega sound at this moment. Not when one of my scent matched alphas is playing the part of both a human weighted blanket and a dildo with zero expectations of pleasure for himself.

Except while I thought I would feel sleepy, it’s only making me hornier. Admitting that out loud when he’s being so sweet feels too mortifying, so instead I roll my hips, hoping he gets the idea. A choked gasp gusts out from between his lips, drawing my attention. His mouth isn’t as model perfect as Lucky’s, but it’s perfect on his face. Wide-set lips that thin out to almost nothing whenever he gives me that giant sweet smile of his, and that goddamn gap in his teeth that is so adorable I don’t know what to do with myself when I see it.

“Wh-what are you doing, honey?” Wyatt stutters.

It’s nearly impossible to hold back my smirk, but what’s the point in having alphas if I can’t mess with them sometimes? My hips roll again, but this time my clit drags across the stubble on his lower abdomen. It feels so good I lose all pretense of being cool about this. “I think I need you to move.”

Wyatt bites his lip before rolling his hips in an experimental thrust that feels so good I can’t help but moan out loud. “Oh my god.”

“Fuck, honey. You keep doing that and I won’t last two minutes. I was already dangerously close just laying on top of you. Feeling your slick dripping down my thighs was enough to have me right on the edge.”

Stretching my neck up as far as I can, I crash my lips to his. “Don’t worry about lasting, Wy. Just fuck me.”

He doesn’t hesitate. The hesitation in his thrusts melts away as his hips rock into mine. Each thrust is slow and deep and his tongue matches each stroke in my mouth. He somehow tastes exactly like his scent and I decide we’ll need to do the warming thing again, only with him in my mouth.

I wonder what he and Lucky would taste like mixed together…

The thought makes me moan and clutch Wyatt even closer. My core clenches around him, and he swears roughly. “I’m so close, alpha.” I whine.

Wyatt growls, shoving his hands under my back and hauling me up until I’m sitting in his lap. He sits back on his heels and moves his hands to my hips. “Ride me, honey. Help me make you feel good.”

Holy shit. Who knew my quiet alpha had such a dirty mouth?

My mouth latches on to his neck, licking and sucking with a fervor that I’ll dissect later, probably with a therapist. Wyatt’s big hands squeeze my hips, moving me up and down over his cock until we’re both panting and sweaty. My orgasm is so close but just out of reach and I find myself whining until his teeth dig into my shoulder. It’s not hard enough to break the skin, but the action alone is enough to send me hurtling headfirst into an orgasm that has my whole body trembling in his arms.

Wyatt follows immediately, his eyes rolling into the back of his head as his own orgasm overtakes him. I can feel the warmth of his cum flooding my pussy and it settles something deep down, allowing me to relax fully for the first time since before the fire. He drops us down to the bed again without breaking contact, me on my back and him firmly on top of me exactly how I want him. “Wow,” I sigh.

He chuckles, placing tender kisses all over my face and hair. “That’s an understatement. Do you feel better now?”

From anyone else I would think the question was gloating, but from this alpha I can tell it’s genuine concern. I snuggle further into his embrace, taking in deep lungfuls of our combined scents. My room is drenched in huckleberries and hot cocoa, but the combination is heavenly. “I really do, thank you. The last few months have been really stressful, but then the fire on top everything else… my omega was ready to go into full meltdown mode.” I pause, unsure if I want to admit the next part. Ultimately it’s the safety Wyatt exudes that makes my decision. “I didn’t want to risk that happening and have you guys change your mind about me when you see how much my omega can be,” I whisper into his chest.