Page 72 of Wicked Alphas


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I bury my nose in the fabric and inhale, the scent invading my senses.

Oh, God.

My thighs tremble, and I barely make it into my bedroom before I’m shucking off my clothes, desperate to have the blanket touch my naked skin.

I climb on top of the bed and drape the fabric over my skin.

“Oh,” I whimper, running my hands down the material, letting the blanket press against my nipples.

My arousal intensifies, but this time, with the correct dosage of suppressants, I don’t feel as helpless.

There’s only incredible pleasure mixed with agonizing need.

A need that I intend to satisfy.

Is this how it feels to be an Omega? Because I’m close to orgasming just from rubbing a blanket on my body, and it’s delicious.

More. I need more.

My cunt throbs and I thrust my hips up, desperate for friction with the fabric. I push a hand to my cunt, rubbing my clit roughly through the blanket.

I can’t contain the moan that escapes my lips, and it’s so loud that I’m sure the entire floor heard it.

Now it makes sense why they canceled reservations.

I know my Alphas are here somewhere. They must smell how wet I am…

I orgasm with a cry as slick drips down my thighs, creating a mess all over the blanket. My walls contract, and I ride out the pleasure, gently thrusting against my hand.

It’s not enough.

I toss the blanket off me and rush over to the reading nook, gathering an armful of comforters and blankets. I toss them onto the bed, then turn to peek through the curtain.

James, Beau, and Grey stand in the garden, speaking with each other.

The three of them look up at me through the window at the same time.

The curtain covers my body so only my face is visible to them, but whatever they see must please them.

Their chests heave as they look at me, matching my gaze with lust in their eyes.

Yes.

I turn away from the window and unfold the blankets and comforters, creating a massive, comfy nest on my bed.

It’s like second nature. It’s as if I never forgot how to make one, and I long for all my Alphas to be in it with me.

However, my body has other ideas, and I doze off after my second orgasm, the lights still on.

* * *

I don’t wakeup screaming in the middle of the night.

I wake upmoaning.

The arousal borders on pain. My nipples jut out painfully, begging to be touched, and my cunt aches for attention.

My body is soaked in sweat and the blankets are twisted around me haphazardly. The delicate skin of my mating gland aches. I reach out to touch it gently, and shockwaves travel straight to my clit.

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