Having her pussy clenching down on my length as she used me for her pleasure was a special kind of arousing. This wasn’t about me—she didn’t even want me to do anything. All I could do was enjoy her and hold off the orgasm tingling the base of my spine.
Leighton’s cheeks were flushed from exertion, her hips speeding up as she grew closer to her peak. The freckles across her skin gave her face a softness it wouldn’t otherwise have. It was especially obvious right now, with her eyes closed and her lashes splayed out across her cheeks.
Her vanilla cream scent was claiming me as hers, but the shirt she wore had hints of hot iron and smoke. She was Ambrose’s too, and I belonged to both of them.
I groaned as she sped up her movements and she opened her eyes. The stunning green orbs locked with mine, her lips parted as she panted.
“Don’t come,” she murmured.
I shook my head. “Not going to.”
That was the other reason I wasn’t touching her. She’d told me she didn’t need it, but I wouldn’t have been able to hold back my own release if she’d asked me to help get her off with more than just my cock.
“Good boy.”
“Christ,” I mumbled, dropping my head back against the couch.
Ambrose’s voice was always a rumble when he praised me, but hers was a purr. It tickled my senses, and I had a moment where I wondered if I was going to be able to keep my word.
Then her pussy clenched on my length, her body shuddering. She was quiet through her release, only letting out a small sigh of pleasure. Leighton let her breathing level as she slowed to a stop. Her fingers grabbed my chin, moving my head up so I looked at her.
“I bet you would love it if I used my lock on you, wouldn’t you?”
My eyes widened.
Why had that never crossed my mind? Female alphas had a lock. Usually it was used to please omegas, like a male alpha knot did. But the lock was versatile.
“Please,” I said, glancing down at her pale thighs spread across mine.
“Another time,” she said, smirking. “I haven’t done it much. I tried using it on Ambrose once, but he didn’t enjoy the experience.”
Her hips lifted and my cock was released from her cunt. Cool air hit me and I groaned, almost wishing I’d been allowed to come in her.
Almost, because I knew what was coming was even better.
The t-shirt fell to cover her down to mid thigh, and she padded away from the couch. I watched her, transfixed by the sway of her hips, until she’d vanished around a corner. There were things she needed for the next part.
But without her present, I was far more likely to lose myself in my own head.
Was this a good idea?
I’d been jealous of her for years. It didn’t matter that my relationship with Ambrose was open—a part of me had despised that he wanted more than just me. Dating had never gone well when I’d done it, so I’d stopped a long time ago.
Those negative feelings couldn’t easily go away.
Could they?
Was putting that behind me as simple as getting pegged?
Fuck.
I wanted it to be that quick of a turnaround. We shared an omega now. We’d be in the same pack, once Kiara was ready to be bonded.
And I’d never been willing to admit it, with our scent match being her brother…
But Leighton intrigued me. I put on the cold, impersonal facade whenever I saw her because I didn’t know what my expression would do if I let it relax. I might have smiled when she told some asshole off, or let my eyes grow hooded when she gave an order.
I couldn’t be trusted around her.
