Page 24 of Pixel Perfect Pack
“Let me prove I can still be an alpha. I need to knot you,” Adair admits. “Now.”
Sixteen
Jess
Adair takes my hand and leads me out of the kitchen on unsteady feet. The overwhelming presence of my heat is making my vision cloudy. All I can seem to think about is getting him naked and mounting him, letting him spear me on his cock until we lock together in the most natural way there is. My instincts are running wild; too wild. The last thing I want to do is scare Adair away or make him rethink his decision. Selfishly, I don’t know that I could cope with the rejection.
I’ve no idea where he’s taking me, I follow aimlessly down the narrow corridor in my too-small cottage, the hardwood floors freezing beneath my bare feet. I’m all too aware that Orion and Kito are following behind, no doubt staring at my ass where it’s peeking out from beneath the oversized t-shirt I’m wearing.
When Adair walks through to my bedroom, I blush. With my nest being situated in the living room there’s been no need for any of us to come through here. Even now, being in this room doesn’t feel right. I’m missing the soft, familiar feel and smells of my nest. They’ve spent so much time with me in it that the fabrics of my old duvets and pillows have taken on the medley of their scents. It’s almost as intoxicating as having them inside me.
I wonder if this is how it’s always supposed to be? The way they can make my body sing with just the smell of their skin. I know there’s such a thing as a scent match but it’s rare. You almost never hear of it happening these days outside of the alpha/omega dating agencies where scent profiling is a thing.
I push the thought aside when Adair takes my gaming chair in his hands and spins it around in front of me.
“I want you to sit down,” he orders in the gentlest of ways. It’s hard to think of Adair demanding anything, yet his confidence from a few minutes ago hasn’t waned. Lines form on his brow, seriousness taking over the usual angelic nature of his features. I do just as he asks, partially because I’m frightened he’s a flight risk. One quick move and he’ll be running out the door spooked. The moisture gathering between my legs wouldn’t be able to cope with that. I need him in the same way I need Orion and Kito. Nothing is about to come between me and Adair. Nothing.
Not even when he lifts my pink, cat ear headset from the desk and holds it in front of me.
“Be a good girl and put these on for me.”
I slip into the leather gaming chair and take the headphones from him, placing them on top of my head to cover my ears. I’ve done it a million times but this is different. I’ve no idea what he plans to do with me or them but I’m more than excited to find out. He kneels down on the ground in front of me, sitting on his heels with his hands spread over my bare knees.
“I’ve imagined you behind that computer a thousand times over,” Adair says, his voice muffled through the headphones. “But it’s not you that’s going to be wearing them today.”
He takes the headphones off me and slips them onto his own head. He’s using them to limit the sound. The pink cat ears poke up from amongst his messy blonde curls, making him look even more adorable than he did before.
“I can’t hear you so if you want me to stop, you’ll have to tap my shoulder. Understand?”
I nod furiously, the other two guys standing either side of me.
“And I need your help,” Adair looks up at Orion and Kito but I don’t look back at them. They might be working as a team, but all my focus is right where it should be. On Adair.
Orion leans down to whisper something in my ear. “He needs the quiet to focus, princess.”
Kito pulls back the chair so it’s stuck in a lounge position, so much so that my legs are dangling in the air in front of Adair. But not for long. Orion lifts the leg nearest him and kneels down, setting it over his knee so that I’m spread wide open for Adair.
Adair leans forward, ridiculous cat ear headphones still on his head, and drags his tongue up my panty-covered slit, inhaling deeply as he goes. The contact alone is enough to encourage a release of slick that soaks my underwear and the seat beneath me.
“You smell divine,” Adair mumbles against my thigh, fingers running up and down my drenched panties. It’s nowhere near the friction I need, but it’s incredible all the same. Just knowing that Adair has it in him to touch me like this is heaven.
“Like lavender and warm oat biscuits, like home.” I don’t know if he’s talking to me or himself, I frankly don’t care. “I want to bottle it, keep it forever.”
I wish he’d keep me forever.
His hands rove up my open thighs, fingers tucking beneath the waistband of my panties and pulls them down. I watch as Adair peels them off one foot and Orion takes them off the other. Orion lifts them to his nose and a low growl escapes him, rumbling deep in his chest.
“I’ll save those for later,” Orion adds with a wink, tucking the panties into his jeans pocket.
Kito’s hands appear at my shoulders, rubbing soothing circles over the taut muscles before he starts bundling the fabric of my t-shirt in his large, tattooed hands.
“Better take this off,” Kito whispers in my ear. “Make it easier for our boy.”
The endearment goes straight between my legs. Our boy.
With my panties gone, Adair is free to explore. Thanks to my heat I don’t worry about how I look positioned in the chair with my rounded stomach and stretchmarks on display. All I can think about is how close Adair’s mouth is to my clit and just how glorious it would be if he sucked it into his mouth and grazed it with those sharp, white teeth of his.
The ache starts to build more and more with my active imagination and I know for a fact these guys are going to owe me a new gaming chair.
