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I purr with his praise and make gimme hands at Rafe again.
A low growl vibrates deep in Rafe’s chest as he locks eyes with me. “Goddamn, you are hard to resist when you’re blissed-out like that, Willa. But I’m not touching an inch of that silky smooth skin until your sigma gives you at least two screaming orgasms.”
Jonah smiles into my neck. “I think I can manage that,” he says smugly.
But Rafe’s smile goes absolutely feral. “I’m sure you can, but you’ll be doing it by following my directions.”
I groan at the thought, and I swear my vag winks at Rafe like she’s a fan of the idea.
I gotta say, I’m a fan, too.
Jonah nips the side of my neck. “Whatever you say, Alpha.” His smile bleeds into his voice, and my eyes fall closed.
“Willa?”
Rafe’s voice has a direct line to my libido. The lower and more gravely it gets, the hornier I get. “Mmm?”
“Lift your arms and hook them around your sigma’s neck.”
I comply instantly.
Both Jonah and Rafe let out rumbly groans as my boobs lift with the movement.
“Cup her tits, sigma.”
Jonah does as he’s asked, cupping them from underneath and rolling his thumbs over my nips.
“Ah ah. I said nothing about her nipples.”
“Yeah, but can you really blame me?”
Rafe lets out a sigh. “Fair. Don’t let it happen again, though.”
“Got it.”
I writhe against Jonah, unable to take being put on display but not being touched. “Please, I can’t—”
“You can’t what, sweet Omega?” Rafe asks.
“I need—”
“What do you need?”
I open my eyes and stare directly into Rafe’s fevered gaze. “I need to be touched, not tortured, Alpha.”
A zing of power rides the tail of my order. An order I hadn’t known would come out as an order. I bite my lip as if trying to take back the command.
Rafe only smiles. “That’s OK, sweet girl. I know how bad you want it. But we’re gonna take our time.” Rafe looks behind me at Jonah. “Kiss her neck.”
Jonah does as he’s told, laying soft kisses up and down my neck. I lean into the tingly warmth and wiggle against his hard cock.
A wave of slick floods through my underwear, pulling another growly groan from Rafe. I’m wound so tight, so deliriously turned on that a single brush across my clit would send me over.
I arch into the pressure building low in my belly. “Jonah, please, touch me.”
It was supposed to be a plea. A sexy little omega-ish cry for release.
But the weight of dominance in my voice thickens the air in the room and carries Jonah’s hand from my boobs to my center.
