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“Sky,” Monte murmurs my name. The music switches to a sultry beat, the lights dimming as the voices lower to whispers. “It’s customary for couples at our celebrations to... enjoy each other ... publicly.” His eyes are wary, unsure, yet I can spot the spark of desire in their depths.
I can’t help the slight widening of my eyes as I search my memory. How had I forgotten all the pack dinners I’d been sent away to my friends’ houses for, told they were only for adults? This was why. As shifters we are all very open with our sexuality, and this is a common way to introduce new members to a pack, to welcome them and make them feel comfortable. Except after living with the humans for so long it doesn’t necessarily have the same effect on me.
“It would be considered disrespectful to leave now—but we can, just say the word and we’re gone,” Monte says, the moans surrounding us becoming more apparent. He leans into me, his breath brushing against my ear, sending tendrils of desire to my core. “He’s doing this to test us, to test you. We don’t have to have sex, I can pleasure you, and it doesn’t have to mean anything more than that,” he whispers, his words saying one thing while his lips brushing against the shell of my ear say something else, as though he can’t hold himself back. My throat dries and my skin flushes at the implication.
Of course, another test. That fucking bastard. He doesn’t think I’ll do it, he thinks I’ll pick up and leave and he can claim mine and Monte’s relationship is a sham.
There’s no way in hell I’m letting him win.
I dip my head in response, unable to speak with how dry my mouth has gone. Monte wastes no time, his mouth claiming mine as his hand curls in my thick tawny waves, pressing me against him. My lips part under his, giving way to his tongue. I moan into the kiss, each stroke working me higher and higher for him. Gone is the nervousness and hesitancy from before, passion and hunger lying beneath it. Years of emotions float back to the surface, and I imagine a world where this was always our reality, that we’d never been separated, that the weight of the diamond against my finger was real.
His lips move to my jaw and I repress the groan that begs to escape as he trails them down my neck, kissing and sucking the sensitive erogenous zone. My heart pounds and wetness pools between my thighs, my body craving him to continue south.
Moans sound around us but I block them out, knowing I’ll back out if faced with the reality of what we’re about to do in a room full of others. Maybe if I’d spent any time with the pack as an adult, this would be a normal thing and I wouldn’t feel the heat of embarrassment creeping up my neck. But in the city, the few wolves I knew acted just as the humans had. There were no gatherings where a literal orgy broke out.
Monte’s mouth continues lower, kissing down my collar bones, teasingly close to the tops of my breasts. Each touch makes me wish we were alone and he could strip this dress off of me and explore every inch of me with his luscious lips.
Monte lifts his gaze to meet mine, a silent question in his eyes leaving the decision in my court, his breaths coming in short pants, both of our chests heaving. I know he would leave right now if I wanted to, but we have to do this, for the sake of the pack, and to keep me from having to marry Everett.
I force down all the insecurity and embarrassment and embrace this side—the side of my wolf. Wild and passionate, I am both a person and a wolf and these sorts of parties are something I need to get used to. What kind of alpha would I be if I couldn’t embrace our own customs and traditions?
I give him a reassuring smile, my heart pounding despite my acceptance because I know what’s next. A grin stretches across his lips, clearly noticing the hesitation is gone from my face. His eyes darken with hunger, his eyes roving over my body, drinking in every inch of me before his lips devour mine once more. The kiss is hungry and desperate, meant to convey his excitement and desire, and his reassurance makes me crave his touch even more.
He pulls away too soon and I almost chase after him, not wanting the kiss to end, that is until he slips from his chair, his fingers skimming along the exposed skin of my thigh. He grins up at me, a mischievous glint in his gaze before slipping beneath the table. His large palms pat my legs gently, and I lean back in my chair, relaxing into his touch. The room is so dark now I can barely even glimpse the top of his head as he pulls my dress to the side.
A chill sweeps up my legs, my skin pebbling into goosebumps, but Monte smooths them away, rubbing his hands up and down my thighs. I gasp as his fingers wrap around the band of my black silk thong and slides it down past my heels.
A rush of anticipation runs over me and I attempt to draw in steady, calm breaths. My lips tremble as his lips run up my inner thigh, but I clamp them shut. I can’t let my face betray any sort of vulnerability. I have to be an alpha taking pleasure from her betrothed, that’s all.
Monte’s hands grip under harder and he pulls me closer, his mouth inching higher to where I need him. I fight the urge to press him more, and relax back against the plush seat.
I can’t hold back the gasp that escapes as he finally clamps his lips around my clit, sucking the sensitive nub into his mouth. My head rolls to the side, and before my mind can shout in warning, I gaze up at Everett.
I’m taken aback by the myriad of emotions I find playing in his icy blue eyes, dark with desire as they rove over my form. The hard edge of rage glints in them too, but it tempers with each second I hold his gaze.
“Alpha,” a blonde female purrs, her silken hair gleaming in the candlelight as she comes up behind him and trails her slender, manicured hand over his shoulder seductively. I can’t help the burst of anger that bubbles up at the intimate touch, my instinct screaming at me to rip her hand clean off. My wolf bucks inside me as Monte’s tongue swirls circles over my clit, begging me to lunge at the female, while my human mind shudders at the pleasure coursing through me.
My lips pull back from my teeth as she leans over to whisper in his ear, knowing exactly what she’s offering him. His eyes don’t leave me, though, scanning my face intently as though memorizing it while categorizing the mix of emotions playing over it that I can’t hold back. A snarl rumbles up in my throat, but before it can escape, Everett grips the female’s hand, removing it from his shoulder.
“I’m fine, Elise,” Everett says, his voice thick with desire, but not for her—no, he doesn’t bother even glancing up at her while sending her away.
“If you change your mind, you know where to find me,” Elise says, lingering a moment longer, her eyes drifting to mine and pinning me with a look of contempt, so swift I almost missed it. But before I can say anything she steps away, her footsteps soft, ethereal in the dimmed lighting.
I don’t examine the relief that washes over me at his rejection of Elise, not wanting to admit I’d been jealous.
My body is snapped out of the anger that had overtaken me as Monte slides a finger inside of me. I can’t hold back the gasp that escapes my lips at the sudden fullness, the friction catching me off guard. I expect Everett to tense at the reminder of what is happening beneath the table, but he merely gives me a sly grin and leans back in his chair, his hands slipping from view to below.
My brows furrow, confused as to what exactly he’s so happy about, and that’s when I notice Everett unbuttoning his fitted dress pants and pushing down his boxer briefs, letting his thick cock spring forth, already hard and ready. I pull my lip between my teeth as his hand strokes down his length. My palm itches to take over for him, to feel that smooth skin against mine and be the one to bring him pleasure.
With my fingers digging into the plush sides of my chair, Monte slides another finger into my wet core, my desire building at his motions coupled with the sight of Everett stroking his thick cock. Precum beads on the head of his length and my tongue begs to sweep over it, to make him twitch with the friction.
Monte curls his fingers against me, hitting that spot inside me as his tongue moves over my clit, the sensation bringing me closer and closer to cresting that mountain and plummeting over it.
I grind my hips against him, pressing his face and fingers closer, my body craving more. Despite the pleasure Monte is coaxing from my body, I can’t keep my eyes off of Everett as I intently watch every stroke. With each thrust of Monte’s fingers, I imagine Everett’s cock stroking inside me and filling me completely. Tendrils of guilt wrapping around my heart, but the heat in Everett’s gaze chases it away. I wish it felt wrong to look at him this way, I wish my mind was only filled with thoughts of Monte right now, that he held my affections as tightly as the alpha I’m eye fucking right now.
All thoughts are chased from my head as my pussy pulses around Monte’s fingers and I reach my climax, my breaths coming in ragged pants, unable to hold myself back any longer. Everett’s hips press into his palm, eagerly chasing his own release now that I’ve come shuddering against Monte’s face, his tongue and finger still working me through my orgasm.
My eyes flick up to meet Everett’s, needing to watch him as he comes apart, just as he’d watched me, my need trumping any discomfort I’d felt before.
