“I’ve never done this before,” she said. “I was going to do it.”
“I know, but I don’t want you quaking with fear while you’re undressing me.”
“It wasnotfear.” Her lips turned down into an annoyed little frown, and she pulled her hand away.
It probably wasn’t. Nerves weren’t fear, but I’d figured that my words would be enough to get her out of her head. Now she’d be adamant to prove me wrong.
I loved that I knew her well enough to know that.
“Does this look like fear to you?”
Her challenge was accompanied by her hand darting out to grab my waistband. All her hesitance was gone. My cock throbbed as she fumbled the button and zipper, pushing down the rough jeans to my mid-thighs.
Then she was face to face with the unconstrained bulge in my boxer briefs, an obvious wet spot where my tip pressed against the fabric.
Her fingertips grazed it and I bucked my hips forward. The wave of arousal was unstoppable at this point. I wanted to pin her to the bed and fill her to the brim with my cock, then my knot. My balls ached to rut her until I’d filled her up with cum a million times. The age-old desperation tobreed herwas crashing into me.
It was more intense than I’d ever felt.
I’d never wanted to breed an omega before.
“I need a condom,” I said between my clenched teeth.
If I let her take the boxer briefs off, I wouldn’t get one. Then, I really would be breeding her. None of us were ready for that, least of all her. She was so young and had just been freed of the control her parents forced on her.
Her sharp nails dug into my hips and I cursed, but stopped moving away.
I thought my self control was ironclad, but by God if she asked me to fill her up right now, I would do it. The consequences would flee my brain in seconds.
“You don’t need one,” she said, trying to pull me back.
“Kiara, it’s risk—”
She shook her head. “They gave me an implant. Just in case. I want to feel you, Ambrose, I don’t want you to knot me with a condom on.”
Should we be trusting anything her father had done to her? No, we fucking shouldn’t, but it was all the convincing I needed to stop trying to leave her. The nails gripping me loosened, leaving crescent marks behind, and she slid her hands down.
They were just breaching the waistband of my boxer briefs when the door creaked open.
If it was Dash, I was going to punch him in the fucking face.
We were pack, but in this moment, Kiara didn’t belong to him. She was mine to knot. Mine, and…
I inhaled vanilla cream with a husky groan.
“I don’t remember giving you permission to touch my omega,” Leighton said. The door shut behind her, her light footsteps padding toward us.
I didn’t turn to her, instead watching Kiara’s face as she flushed a deep red. Leighton’s aura weighed on us, convincing us to do exactly what she wanted. I’d always found it sexy, and always been able to resist. Right now, I wasn’t sure.
Kiara was her omega first, so if Leighton didn’t want me to be dominant here, I wouldn’t be. It would go against every one of my screaming instincts, but I could handle it.
“Do Ineedyour permission, doll?” I asked.
She appeared in my peripheral vision, her robe fluttering to the floor and leaving her completely naked.
Fuck. She’s been naked all morning.
Leighton hummed, coming over to stand beside the bed. Her torso pressed against my arm and I tensed, watching Kiara’s reaction. She’d been furious when Leighton and I had been intimate before—granted, the situation was wildly different now. If we needed to ease her into it to soothe her possessive instincts, we could.
