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And then I didn't need to because William's fingers slipped into my panties, heading straight for my little nub right as Annerly's mouth covered my nipple over my sundress.
The sudden onslaught of sensation was so overwhelming that I lost it completely, my core clenching around nothingness as I came, slick pouring out.
Chapter 15
Drew
They weren't coming home tonight.
William's message had been polite, even warm, but the sting behind the words still lingered long after I read them.
I wasn't surprised. Not really. If I had a date with her, and she gave even the slightest inclination that she was open to me spending the night I would jump on it.
Still, it ate at something inside me, the same raw place I'd been nursing since we got her back into our lives. She wasn't mine. She wasn't ours. Not yet.
But I could imagine what it would be like when she would be.
I swallowed the bitterness, a bitterness that neither Annerly nor William even deserved, and stepped outside. The night was cool, the kind of gentle summer dark that was just this side of perfect.
I grabbed my sketchbook and a pencil, needing something to do with my hands before my Alpha's need to pace drove me crazy.
The night outside the cabin was quiet, barely even nightlife letting itself be known. Anton was somewhere inside, probably brooding just like I was, but in his own way.
Either way, I was grateful for the peace. I sank into the old wooden porch swing by the railing and cracked the spine of my sketchbook. My fingers moved before my thoughts did. Line after line, I let her come to life on the page.
Christa, as I remembered her the first time I saw her, the same way I painted her every single time since then, in the years that passed.
Christa as she smiled shyly at us in the booth in that rickety old diner.
Christa looking unsure as she agreed to see us again.
I needed more.
More inspiration.
More images of our pretty Omega.
"You're talented."
The voice came from nowhere, low and smooth. I jolted, heart kicking against my ribs, eyes snapping up.
A woman stood near the edge of the clearing.
Tall. Dark. Striking. Her frame was draped in black leather, and even from a distance I could sense the disdain she held for me.
"Who the hell—" I started, half-rising.
She stepped closer, unbothered by my tension. Her lips quirked. "You can call me The Tigress."
My heart stalled.
Fuck. This was the woman William and Annerly had told me about.
"What do you want?" I asked carefully, body still but ready to move if I had to.
"I'm a... friend of Christa's," she said. "I have information that could be of importance to her and your pack."
"What kind of information?" Worry instantly roared alive in me.
