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Her fingers dig into the back of my head, like she’s desperate to hold me in place.
My thumb works over her nipple, and I reposition to lie at her side, facing her. It’s complicated, and when our lips lose contact, she whines.
A vicious growl rattles out of my chest as I scoot closer, and Chelsea attacks my mouth. It’s messy and uncoordinated, but everything feels more intense with my head a mess of alpha fog. Her hand slides down my abs and into the band of my shorts, but I’m too distracted by the kiss to question it. Her fingers dance through my pubic hair and down to brush the root of my shaft. It’s difficult because of the height difference, and it seems like that’s as far as she can reach.
As badly as my dick thinks it needs some relief, I’m more concerned with why she’s burning up.
“Oh, shit,” Kase groans. “I’m, um, yeah, sorry. I’m going to…” The rest disappears into a growl that makes Chelsea quake. Her mouth falls open as she becomes too distracted to kiss me.
“Are you going to come all over Kase’s cock?” I ask, pulling back to study her face.
“Yeah.” She moans, nodding wildly.
“That’s unreal. Fuck…” He keeps on rambling, and I scoot down to flick my tongue over her nipple.
Her hand slips out of my shorts, and she thrashes, but I move to the tit closer to the bed to make sure they both get equal attention. Her body jolts as she comes, and it goes on for so long it’s kinda impressive.
“Ugh, too much,” she says, digging her fingers into the back of my head.
I pop off her tit and scoot up to brush my fingers over her cheek. “Are you okay?”
She struggles to catch her breath, but she nods. “Yeah, but you never let me lick you.”
I snort, smiling like a total weirdo.
Goddamn, she really is precious.
There’s not much I could deny her, so I slide my hand up her throat and into the hair at the base of her skull before directing her nose into my neck. Her naughty little tongue flicks against my skin, and she lets out a satisfied groan that makes my chest puff up with pride.
Kase loops his arm around her middle, and his eyes meet mine. The goofy grin on his face has me smiling back. He deserves good things, and I think Chelsea will be more forgiving of his quirks than most would be, but I’m still completely fucking baffled how things escalated so quickly.
Chapter Sixteen
Chelsea
Kase’s knot deflates while I’m still nose deep in Lincoln’s throat. “I need the bathroom,” he says, kissing my cheek before shimmying free of my core. He pats my hip and crawls down the bed without another word.
Lincoln runs his hand over the side of my face, but he doesn’t say anything, either.
I bite my lip and fight the urge to pout. It’s so illogical. Everyone needs a bathroom break from time to time, but it feels like Kase just abandoned me.
Did he feel pressured? Is he grossed out he just had sex with a very pregnant chick? Did he snap out of the pheromone fog, and now he has regrets?
Lincoln holds his head up on his palm, tilting my chin up until our eyes meet.
“You’re so fucking beautiful. All sweaty and freshly fucked.” He smirks. “Scenting your pussy mixed with Kase’s cum is comforting. Explain thatweird as fuckalpha logic, but it settles my system knowing you smell like one of us.”
“He ran,” I whisper and shake my head.
Dammit.
That makes me sound pathetic.
“Kase gets overstimulated sometimes. At others, he’ll cuddle you until you have to politely ask him for some space.”
My lips roll together. “Are the two of you together?” Tell me I didn’t fuck his boyfriend without permission.
Linc chuckles. “I love the hell out of Kase, but no, we do not fuck. He’s too much like the little brother I never had for anything like that, but I will greatly enjoy sharing you between us.” He gently rolls me until I’m flat on my back against the mattress. “Is this position safe for short bursts?”
