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“I wasn’t in the mood.”
Arlo laughs. “You think I can’t smell you as much as you can smell me? You think I don’t know that you’re dying to release some of that fucking tension?” He stands up and walks toward me. “Tell me you don’t want me to suck your cock right now, Reese.”
My breath catches in my throat. The idea of his lips around me… the idea of grabbing his hair and fisting it in my hands as I piston into his sweet mouth… I close my eyes and turn away. “I don’t want you to.”
Arlo chuckles. He turns away from me and walks to the bed. He grabs a pillow from it and throws it down in front of me. Holding eye contact, he lowers himself to the floor, looking up at me like I’m a god. “What about now?” he rasps.
I swallow hard, trying to stop myself. “No. I don’t want you.”
He reaches forward and touches my fly. I hold my breath as he slowly pulls the zipper down. “And now?”
“Arlo,” I breathe.
“That’s what I thought,” Arlo says, smiling darkly. He reaches into my jeans and pulls out my cock. I groan as his lips close around the tip and he draws me into his mouth, hot, wet, and fucking incredible.
“Fuck,” I whisper, throwing my head back. He pumps me in his hand, humming. His scent surrounds us, and it’s like I’m at the center of a storm, struggling against the waves of pleasure that threaten to overwhelm me. His hand grips my shaft tightly. He scrapes his teeth over my tip, and I lose control.
I grab hold of his hair, gritting my teeth as I look down at him. “Take me, omega,” I grunt as I start to move my hips in and out of his mouth. He stares up at me, his lips wrapped around my cock, shivering with arousal as I push myself deeper down his throat.
Suddenly, it’s not enough. I need more. Grabbing hold of his throat, I pull him off my cock. He lets out a whine of protest until I start unbuckling his pants. “Are you wet for me, Arlo?” I ask harshly. “Because I’m about to fuck you until you can’t remember your own name.”
I throw him on the bed, lying on his back, and yank off his pants and boxers. I push his legs up over my shoulders and fit my cock against his asshole. “You ready?” I ask in a tight voice.
“Reese,” he moans. “Yes.”
I sink into him, sliding deeper inch by inch until I’m seated all the way to my knot. I stare down at him, looking deep into his eyes as I move inside him.
“You have to understand, Arlo,” I say as I move inside him. “I did this for both of you. I wanted you to be free.”
Arlo arches his back, his cock bobbing between us as I start to pick up speed. My balls smack against him as I pump. “Never going to happen,” he pants. “Never be free of each other. Might as well… bite us. Make us yours. Because we already are.”
I pause for a moment before ramming into him even harder. I want his words to be true as badly as I want them to be false. Because if they’re mine, then I could fail them. I’d have to find a way to be a real alpha to them; a real leader of this pack. And I’m not sure I know how.
Arlo curses as I sink even deeper. He’s on the edge of taking my knot. I reach between us and pump his shaft, enjoying the intense connection I’m getting, face-to-face with him.
And that’s when the door swings open again.
Chapter Twenty-seven
~Arlo~
A small, soft gasp sounds from the doorway. We both look over to see Haven standing there, her hand on the door knob. She’s wearing a silk robe, cinched at her waist, draped low over her cleavage. Her hair tumbles in waves around her face. Her hands are raised to her mouth, her eyes wide.
“Haven,” I grind out. But then Reese moves again, and I groan.
Haven shuts the door and leans back against it, watching us through her lashes. “Arlo, you said… that I should come here… that we were going to… talk.” She flushes and another wave of her arousal perfumes the air with a familiar and delicate lemon tart smell that makes me crazy.
I groan again, and Reese pushes deeper.
“You like seeing us like this, baby?” Reese asks Haven as he thrusts downward into me. I let out a whimper that makes him growl.
My body starts to shake with need, my mind racing. The heat spike is intense, almost impossibly so. Looking at her while Reese pounds my asshole… it’s almost perfect.
“Fuck,” Reese says, still thrusting inside me. “Haven, come here.”
Her breath quickens, but she stays put, looking at us both with a vulnerable expression.
“Haven,” Reese says again, adding a little more alpha to the command. Haven whimpers as she pads barefoot across the floor. I can smell her even stronger now, her sweetness mixing with Reese’s leather, surrounding me.
