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My heart sank.
As the faint scent of vanilla trickled in from the hallway, I knew. The three of us wouldn’t be enough anymore. Not for me.
Not for Rian, apparently having the time of his life in the shower.
And–by the pained expression on our pack leader’s normally placid face and the noticeable tent growing in his loose pajama pants–not for Luc, either.
It was Madison who needed the fucking, but it wasuswho were totally fucked.
CHAPTERTWENTY-FIVE
Madison
“Why arewe always doing this in bathrooms,” Rian whispered into my ear as he lifted me up, his hand under my thighs and my back against the water-warmed tile of the shower. He’d turned on the overhead shower head, and turned down the bathroom lights, and it gave the impression of an indoor evening storm.
I laughed. The sound echoed in the enclosed space, then morphed into a moan as his cock pressed against my core. I was sensitive, even moreso than my new-and-improved omega baseline, and every minute shift of his length against my folds sent spasms of pleasure ricocheting through my nerves.
“We could move this to the bed?” I mumbled, but–
“‘S too far,” Rian said, and rocked his length against me, slowly, making my head fall back against the tile with a quiet thunk. “Besides… I bet you never thought you’d be so,sowet for a beta.”
“Oh my god, Rian–” I said, but it was only half chastisement at the bad pun, and half a sigh of pleasure: he’d shifted my weight in his arms, his muscles flexing in my grip, and I could feel the head of his cock slipping through my–yes–wetness, entering me inch by delectable inch. “Oh,yes–”
“I’ve been thinking about this since that day at the coffeeshop,” he groaned, his voice nearly drowned out by the rush of water around us and the rush of blood in my ears. “Your mouth felt so good, I knew this would be even better.” His hips were flush against mine now, his body pinning me to the wall and his cock filling me up so perfectly, so completely, that I wondered momentarily how I would ever manage to fit an alpha’s knot. The thought was banished from my mind by Rian’s lips on mine, tasting of clean water and minty toothpaste and, faintly, black coffee. Rainstorms. I groaned, and he began to move, his length thrusting in and out, not too fast, nor too slow, not moving toward anything yet, just moving with me in a steady rhythm.
I lost myself in the feeling of his firm arms around my thighs, the sound of water, the scent of vanilla and soap, the taste of his kisses. It was like a meditation, where you slowly lose the sense of your surroundings: all I could focus on was our bodies moving together, lips and tongues tangled deeply, his cock sliding in, thick and full inside me, then out, leaving me in anticipation of the next thrust.
“Madison,” he breathed, and his eyes slid from my face to my breasts, the water running over and between them, droplets glittering on my skin. He hefted me up the wall, adjusting his grip and changing the angle of his thrusts, and I moaned at the new feeling of his cock, now pressing against something inside me that made me shiver, made my breath quicken and my fingers cling to his muscled back.
“Yeah, right there,” I said, but then his lips were on one wet breast, hot and gentle, his tongue flicking against a nipple as he drew it into his mouth, then released it, and I couldn’t speak any more. I arched my back, shoving my tits against his bent head for more, and he obliged, laving over my chest with his tongue. I longed for his hands against my skin, but they were busy holding me up–and there would be time for that, later, I thought, as I tangled my fingers in his hair, darker now in the water, almost brown like Lucas’s. For now–he nipped my skin, and I clenched around his cock, tightening my grip on his hair–I just wanted his mouth on my breasts, and his cock filling me up so perfectly, and the sound of our loud breathing echoing through the tiled room, making it sound like there were a dozen more Rians and Madisons seeking their pleasure, spiraling higher and higher as his hips thrust against mine.
Then, he moved his lips to my collarbone, my neck, and a need filled me, tingling and fizzing through my veins, unlike anything I had ever felt. I gasped, the steamy air stinging my lungs, as he kissed over my neck, where my scent was strongest, licking and sucking. My walls spasmed around his cock, as he–hemarkedme. Not abite, but… his tongue and lips sucked the beginnings of a deep bruise into my neck, drawing my heated blood to the surface as if it were begging for a claim.
“Rian,” I cried, clinging to him as stars burst behind my eyes and my body shook with the force of my orgasm. His cock slammed into me again and again as he chased his own orgasm, finally burying himself deep inside, where he shuddered and pulsed, his lips never leaving my neck even as he came, gasping against my marked skin.
“Madison,” he groaned, his hips jerking as he rode out the sensation, drawing aftershocks from my own sensitive clit. “Fuck, you’re even better than I dreamed.”
His words made my chest feel warm and tender. Despite the position we were in, I felt like it wasn’t just the sex he was talking about. Or maybe that was just me. As he slowly let me down to my feet, kissing me sweetly, then grabbed a fluffy towel from a warming rack (atowel warming rack!I wondered vaguely how expensive it would be to buy one for my shitty apartment), rubbing it over my skin, from my arms to my feet, I thought:I could be happy like this forever.There was a gentle buzzing under my skin, but none of the desperation of impending heat, none of the embarrassing neediness, not yet. I felt safe, and warm, and content, and calm.
It wasn’t until later, tucked into Rian’s crisp cotton bedsheets, wearing a pair of his pajamas shorts and a clean tee shirt, his arm around my waist and his chest against my back as we lay curled together, that I realized exactly what I had thought. I could be happy like this–with Rian–forever.
I was falling for him. And–I thought of Gray’s hands on the steering wheel and Lucas’s quiet concern when we arrived–for his pack.
I would tell them. Tomorrow.
I drifted off to sleep.
CHAPTERTWENTY-SIX
Lucas
“Lucas, Wake up.Alpha.”
My eyes snapped open, and I jerked upright in bed. Rian was standing in the doorway to my room, looking as wide awake as I felt, but calm. He was naked, his chest rising and falling steadily, his cock stiff, jutting from between his legs. I didn’t need to ask what was up: my cock was already at full attention as I inhaled the sweet perfume that he carried on his skin.
Madison.
“She wants you,” he said, and I nodded, my tongue thick in my mouth, my heart beating double time.
