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CHAPTERFORTY-TWO
Grey
Luc had madehis decision spontaneously. He had been a wolf, and a tempting rabbit had shown up in his doorway.What was he supposed to do, he had asked. What, indeed.
I knew that I had no such excuse. I had lured the omega into my snare with gifts and heated looks and even my very body, my pheromones and hers conspiring together until she was here: sprawled on my bed, her breasts pushing up against the delicate fabric of the bralette she’d worn for me, tight, hard nipples straining against the thin, sheer lace, and me standing at the foot of the bed, my cock already hard and leaking in my pants, as I stroked myself slowly through the fabric. Rian and Luc were out tonight. I wanted to take my time.
“Miss me, baby?”
She nodded, a soft whimper escaping from between her pink lips. The room was filled with the scent of vanilla, sweet and dark like bourbon. Madison’s skin glowed against my dark Gray sheets, her curves highlighted by the bedside lamp that cast her half in shadow, half in light.
“Then show me.”
“Alpha,” she moaned, and I could see why Luc loved it so much, to hear her say it; it made her sweet voice sound low and husky, made my base instincts sit up and take notice. I, too, felt the instinct to breed, to pump her full of come and make her mine–ours–but–
“What’s alpha’s name, baby girl?” I asked. Even if I could feel my instincts tugging at my hindbrain, spurring me forward, it was hard for me to imagine her being any more erotic than she was at this exact moment, as she moved her hands from my bedsheets to her breasts, teasing herself through the black material I’d bought for her, that she’d put on, thinking of me.
Forme. Not some anonymous alpha, not for a knot, any knot, during her heat, but for me–
“Gray,please,” she breathed, and I nodded as one slim hand slid down her stomach, trailing over the delicate bow that was the finishing touch of her skimpy panties.
“Did you think about me this week?” I asked, and unbuttoned the top button of my shirt, then the second, then the third. “When you were alone?”
“I thought about you all the time,” she breathed, and there was the girl who had dared to sayyeswhen I had asked at the club that first night if she needed something to take the edge off, and then again in response to my question on the phone:this is purely sexual, for you, right, baby?
It wasn’t any more, not for either of us.
“Every morning in the shower, and at work, and I–ah,” she broke off in a moan as her fingers found her clit through the lace that covered her, “I can’t drink coffee without thinking of you, without wanting you there to fu–”
“And at night?” I interrupted.
“And at night I thought of you, your cock, your hands. And–please, Gray,please–”
“And what, baby?
“And–and Rian, and the three of us together,” she gasped, and I smiled as I drew the last button from its buttonhole and let my shirt fall in a heap on the floor, then my pants and boxer briefs, until I was naked and hard at the foot of the bed. I crawled over her, removing her hands from her body to pin them above her head with one of my own large ones, then working her panties down below her hips until she shimmed them down her legs and kicked them away.
“Rian’s eager like you, but me, baby,” I whispered, kissing her jaw, then the base of her throat, then the top of one soft breast, her ribcage, her belly, working my way down her body, her unbound hands still resting on the pillow above her head, “I like to take my time.”
She moaned so prettily as my lips landed on her soft, sweet center, and as I used my lips and tongue and fingers and teeth to coax her first orgasm from her shaking, tender body–and then my cock, my knot to wring a second, a third one–I realized the snare I had thought I had been laying for her?
It had caught me, instead.
* * *
I hadn’t meantfor her to sleep over. As I woke in the early morning and realized she was still there, curled against me, I had a momentary bout of terror.Rian.But, well, there was nothing I could do about it now.
And–
And I had never been able to keep a secret from him, before. Not from Rian. He was mine, and I his. Completely. It was better this way.
Right?
Wrong, I knew, as soon as I stepped into the kitchen, making eyes at Lucas, who was at the stove in just his briefs, frying three eggs in a skillet. I had to hope Madison didn’t notice the sharp spike in the other alpha’s scent, his quick intake of breath, the face he made at me, all eyebrows and teeth.Act normal,I mouthed to the alpha, trying desperately to send the same message with my body language, my words when I spoke.
“Makin’ breakfast, Luc?”
“Yes, Gray, I am,” he said, his voice strained.
