Page 45 of An Alpha’s Guide to Finding the One

His cheeks blush hotter, the color trailing from his cheeks down to his neck and collarbones that just peek out from the collar of his tee. “For you to get hotter. I swear, you being pregnant is doing insane shit to my instincts. My alpha wants me to say stuff that would probably get me locked up, and I have no idea how to handle it.”

Consider my curiosity piqued. “What kind of stuff?”

Wyatt clears his throat, but it’s like my question unlocked something he has been keeping behind bars. He dives forward, latching his lips around my nipple and sucking in deep pulls that have me crying out. My back arches into his touch, especially when his other hand reaches down to tear my leggings and panties clean off. “Oh my god, Wyatt!”

He growls into my chest, circling my nipple with his tongue. When he pulls back a string of silver connects from the stiff peak to his bottom lip until he licks it away with a groan. “Every time I’m around you, my alpha wants me to strip you bare, toss you in your nest, and handcuff you to the nearest immobile surface so you can never leave us. You’re already pregnant, but he is adamant that we need to take every opportunity possible to fill you up with our cum until you’re bred and so covered in our scent there won’t be a single doubt who you belong to.”

My breathing hitches, chest rising and falling in quick pants as slick pools on the seat below me. I’m entirely naked while Wyatt sits next to me almost fully clothed. “I need all of that, but first I need your clothes off,” I whine, pawing at his belt.

He growls, tearing his shirt in his haste to strip it off. The belt follows, clinking when he shoves it, and his jeans, to the floorboard. His cock immediately springs free, hard, thick, and leaking at the tip. I want to make a quip about him pulling a Lucky and going commando, but my hindbrain is fully in charge at the moment. “How do we do this?” The question is embarrassingly breathless for multiple reasons, but it only seems to spur him on.

Wyatt’s hands grip my hips and pull, situating me in his lap so my back meets his chest. It’s the same position we were in against the tree, only this time there’s nothing between us except for his heavy erection that’s snug between my folds. “Okay?” He asks in a voice thick with desire.

I nod, a whimper slipping out when he aligns his tip with my entrance. He’s hot and heavy against my sensitive skin, and the slick glide of his precum on my clit sends shivers down my spine. My bonds with Lawson and Rhys are alight with amusement and arousal, but I push them out to focus on Wyatt. Soon enough he’ll join the bond and he’ll have to deal with their nonsense, too.

He slaps his tip against my clit again making me moan. “Please, Wy.”

“Please, what? What does my honey need?” The words are somewhere between a purr and a snarl, and it sends a pulse straight to my clit.

“I need you to do what your alpha promised. Fuck me full until all I can smell is you.”

He doesn’t need any more encouragement. Wyatt sheathes himself inside me in one hard thrust, our matching groans so loud I wouldn’t be surprised if someone walking nearby stopped to check on us. “You take my cock so well, Lainey. Gonna fill you up, lock you on my knot, and bite you so you can never get away.” Each point is punctuated with a roll of his hips that hit my clit at the perfect angle to drive me wild. There isn’t enough room in the SUV to bounce like I want, so I settle for grinding my hips opposite his and luxuriate in the deep moan that vibrates from his chest to my back. “Such a good omega.” He coos, bringing his hands around to play with my tits.

My body jolts when he pinches both of my nipples at once. “I’m so close,” I moan. It’s ridiculous how fast my alphas can get me to the edge, but I want to come with Wyatt. “Want your cum, alpha. Need you to fill me up.”

Wyatt snarls, one hand dropping to my clit to work it in tight circles as his cock hits a spot that scatters stars across my vision. “Come for me, honey. Come on your alpha’s knot.” And with that he thrusts hard once, his knot slipping past the ring of muscles at my entrance and locking us together as his cum floods my cervix. It sets off my own orgasm and I cry out, reaching behind me to grasp his hair for something to keep me tethered to earth.

A pinch of pain pierces my jaw and then Wyatt slips into the bond alongside Rhys and Lawson like a glass of cool water after days wandering the desert. His soul bolsters mine, settling something imperative inside me and the sheer relief feels like years of tension unwinding from my chest.

Grasping his left arm, I sink my teeth into his bicep in response, feeling our connection solidify and settle somewhere deep in my chest. Law and Rhys are right there to welcome Wyatt and feeling them interact through me brings tears to my eyes.

Soon enough we’ll need to clean up and go home to tell the rest of the pack what happened with my mom, (Laura. I need to stop calling that woman Mom), but for now, I’m planning to soak up as much time with my new bonded alpha as I can.

And maybe another orgasm, too.

“Kitten!” Lucky gasps when we walk through the front door. He rushes me, wrapping his arms around my shoulders and rocking me back and forth. It’s almost enough to make me smile.

Almost.

He takes a deep breath of my scent and then his gaze flies to my jaw. “Oh, wow. Congrats you guys.” His tone is soft enough that I can’t tell what he’s feeling, and I’m overwhelmed with crushing guilt. I am carrying Lucky’s babies but I’ve bonded every member of the pack except for him. He keeps talking before I have the chance to spiral. “We can celebrate more later but for now these two have been pacing like caged lions for the last hour and every time I tried to cut the tension they would try to cut me.” He turns his head so his lips meet my ear. “We were worried about you, little mama. You scared them when you shut down your half of the bond.”

I twine my arms around his waist, hugging him back as tight as I can manage with this yoga ball between us. “I’m sorry,” I murmur. “I needed a minute to process and Wy helped.”

He nods against my head, kissing my hair. “I know. He does that for me, too.” He sniffs me again, waggling his eyebrows with a smirk. “Though maybe not in the same way he helped you.”

As he leads me further into the living room, I come face to face with a stony Rhys and a frantic Lawson. The latter is scanning his eyes up and down my body like he’s trying to use x-ray vision to reassure himself I’m okay, but pouts when he’s unsuccessful.

Rhys prowls forward, standing next to Lawson and staring down at me with just as much intensity. “You alright, darlin’?”

I shrug, because I’m not sure. I probably won’t be until this conversation is over and we can come up with a plan. And then I would like to sleep, because my eyes feel like they’ve been doused in sand.

He nods like that was the answer he expected. “Let’s sit and you can tell us about it. I made you some cinnamon cocoa.”

We all settle on the large couch in the main living room. The fireplace is roaring, making it so warm I have to strip off my coat. Thankfully my leggings were not actually torn during our little tryst and I was able to redress before we came in. Looking around the cozy space, I sigh heavily. This room has always been one of my favorites in the house, but right now it feels a little bit like a waiting room before I face a firing squad. Not that I think the alphas will be upset with me in any way, but talking to or about Laura Ryan always makes me feel like that. A byproduct of her erratic behavior, I suppose.

“My mom texted me again today.” I jump right in, figuring I should just rip the bandaid off. Their reaction is visceral. Lawson growls so loud the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end, and Rhys spreads his legs before resting his elbows on them and clasping his hands together so tightly his knuckles turn white. Lucky looks a little bit confused, but he also looks upset rather than angry. I’ll have to be sure to talk to him later, since I don’t think he knows about the issues with my mom and I likely owe him an apology for telling everyone except for him.

I shove my phone at Rhys, assuming he’ll be the most calm about it and least likely to accidentally break the device. He reads the vitriol my mother spewed and I watch as his jaw clenches so hard his teeth audibly grind together. When he hands the phone off to Lawson, he scoots forward so we’re face to face. “Now that I know, I’ll ask again. Are you okay?”