Page 40 of An Alpha’s Guide to Finding the One

A gasp slips out at the feeling. “But we just⁠—”

Another growl, this one deeper. “I don’t care. We could be in the fight of the century, but if my omega needs something, she’s going to come to me. Do we understand each other?”

My teeth dig into my bottom lip, perfume spinning out of control as heady want drapes over me like silk. “We do.”

He smirks, which is a look I don’t think I have seen on him yet but is so freaking hot I may spontaneously combust. The similarities between him and his brother are even more evident with that expression. “Good.” His hands slide down my arms and skim my ribs before they come to rest on my waist. “Now, why don’t you tell me what this toy is supposed to do?”

I lick my lips, fighting the urge to hide myself from him now that my arms are free. “It, um. It has suction that goes on your clit, and then that silicone piece is supposed to be a tongue. It mimics oral, basically.”

He nods, picking up the offending purple toy and turning it over in his hands like he’s conducting a quality inspection. “I see.” My perfume is so thick in the air it would be embarrassing if Lawson’s wasn’t equally as strong. The spicy gingerbread fills my lungs on each inhale, turning me into a molten puddle of horny omega once again. I haven’t had nearly enough of this alpha’s scent, and my body knows it. His green eyes blaze with fiery determination. “I can do better.”

My omega is the one who shoves herself to the forefront and forces me to throw down the gauntlet. “Do it.”

“Do it.”

The taunting dare out of Lainey’s mouth is like a red flag to a bull. She’s already naked from the waist down, so I waste no time wedging my shoulders between her sexy thighs. It isn’t until I’m up close and personal with her covered torso that I notice something that has my alpha doing cartwheels in my damn chest. “Is this my shirt, angel?”

She flushes again but doesn’t shy away. “Maybe.”

I’m pretty sure I have butterflies, which is a little mortifying to have as a grown man, but whatever. “Where’d ya find it?”

I watch her throat work as she clears it. “I may have stolen it out of the laundry room a few weeks ago. It’s starting to lose your scent though.” I don’t even think she realizes she’s pouting, but she is and it’s so fucking cute. Might even be cuter than her angry kitten face.

A feral sound drags out of my throat, half growl-half moan. “I’ll give you another one.” And then I dive in, wasting no time in acquainting myself with her perfect pussy. Everything about Lainey is utter perfection and I don’t know how I got so lucky. Her scent is even sweeter directly from the source and my mouth waters to taste her, so I do. One long swipe of my tongue from her hole to her clit has me groaning into the crease of her thigh. “Fucking hell. You taste like home.”

“Law,” she moans. Her hips buck trying to get my tongue back on her clit, but I slap her thigh.

“Impatient omega,” I chastise. “You’ll come when I say, and right now my focus is on learning every inch of you.”

My tongue spears back into her, fucking in and out like I am desperate to do with my cock, but we have time. Right now my focus is on finding out what makes my omega tick and just how far I can push her. Though it’s hard not to get lost in her flavor and just devour her until she screams. I can’t stop my hips from grinding into the mattress, my cock thick and aching in my boxer briefs.

Lainey is still during my ministrations until I add my fingers to the mix and then her hips start rocking again, desperate for friction on her neglected clit. I pull back with a growl and grip her hips firm enough to bruise before flipping us and lifting her until her knees hit the pillows on either side of my head.

A squeak leaves her parted lips, and those gorgeous but hazy brown eyes glance down at me in shock. It’s a battle to keep my expression neutral. “If you wanna ride my face so bad then sit that pretty pussy down and fucking ride. If my mustache isn’t soaked by the time you come I’ll spank that perfect ass and we’ll do this all over again.”

Lainey moans, following my instruction beautifully. She doesn’t hover or hesitate, she drops her hips down until the bottom half of my face is smothered in the scent and taste of huckleberry pie. My hands grip her ass, helping her keep steady as her hips rock against my face. My knot is throbbing but I ignore it, determined to keep this all about her. After all, my hand and I are already very well acquainted after the last couple of months. “Oh my god, Lawson.”

An idea comes to me and it takes all the restraint I have to halt her grinding. “No! I was so close,” she whines.

Her hips move back just far enough to free my lips, which are lifted into a smirk. “You said Lucky and Wyatt are the ones who got you all riled up?”

She nods, obviously confused.

My smirk widens. “Give me your phone.” She does, and I pull up her texts, clicking on her thread with my little brother. “Are you comfortable with them seeing you like this?” I think she is, but I would be a dick if I didn’t ask.

Her eyes widen with understanding and she nods, her scent brightening with excitement. I hit the button to video call Lucky and set the phone up against the bedside lamp. My hands are right back on Lainey’s ass, encouraging her to grind herself on my tongue just as Lucky answers. “Hey, little mama. Me and Wy were just… oh. Well well well, I see we’re already late to the party.”

I can’t see his face, but I can hear the smugness in his voice and it triggers my alpha’s natural competitive drive. We may be brothers and pack mates, but right now Lainey is about to come on my tongue. Not his. Tucking my chin, I keep my tongue on Lainey’s clit but lift my head so I can see the screen over the top of her thigh. Lucky and Wyatt are both in frame now, shirtless and flushed. A peek at Lainey shows she’s lost in her pleasure, eyes closed and nails digging into my chest. Moving as slowly as I can so I don’t draw her attention, I take my left hand off her ass and flip off the camera, internally taunting my younger pack mates.

I may be our pack lead, but at the end of the day I’m still a man.

My tongue slips into Lainey’s soaked cunt, lapping up every drop of slick I can get as her thighs tighten around my ears. “I’m close,” she pants.

It’s Wyatt who answers, surprising all of us. “Come on our alpha’s tongue, honey. Soak him in your slick so he smells like you for the rest of the weekend.”

That’s enough to tip her over the edge and she comes with a cry, doing exactly as she was told and soaking my face. My mustache is going to smell like her for days and I can’t fucking wait.

Rather than riding out the aftershocks on my face like I would have preferred, Lainey slides off of me but then curls herself into my side. I turn us both so we can see the phone and our amused pack mates who somehow managed to conference in Rhys without me noticing. He looks both pissed off and also like he’s trying not to laugh. “I was fully prepared to sit in my hotel room and count down the hours until my return flight but look what I got instead. Dinner and a show,” he muses.