“Kiara, would you please use your knife on me?” I murmured.
Her arousal perfumed the air. I glanced out the corner of my eye at Mercury—he was affected. He tugged at the tail end of one of his French braids.
“No,” she said.
“Pretty please?”
Along with the words I pushed my foot further between her thighs until I could feel the heat of her against my sole. With those thin leggings, I could rub her easily. Her breath hitched, and Leighton was too busy glaring at me to look down and see what was happening.
I tilted my head to the side, raising an eyebrow questioningly.
“I’m not going to do it.” Her voice wavered this time.
Then her legs spread, giving me the access I’d been prodding for. I wasn’t sure if she was aware she was doing it, but with Leighton right there it would be easy for Kiara to stop me.
It was too fucking easy to rub against her now, and she was loving it. Leighton hadn’t given her an orgasm so far this morning. I doubted she could come just from this friction, but it was making her desperate.
“Are you sure, little omega? Don’t you want to? Stab me, just once. Please?”
“Dash, shut up.” Leighton’s fingers dug into Kiara’s shoulders, away from the ugly bruising from Ambrose’s freakout.
“Make me, sweetheart.”
With a growl, she released her omega and stormed around the table. There was a cloth napkin shoved in my mouth before I could taunt her some more. My eyes went half lidded, arousal washing through me to match Kiara’s.
I’d already won.
She was going to come from the friction. Kiara was panting. When she leaned forward and I felt the sharp pain of the blade sliding into my calf, I groaned.
She responded with a whimper, visibly grinding against me as she clutched the edge of the table with her free hand. Her pretty blue eyes rolled when she came with a soft gasp.
I dropped my foot when she stopped moving, the heel of my sock wet with her slick. She’d drenched three layers of clothing. How fucking sexy was that?
My cock was painfully hard, but there was nothing that was going to happen with it until I could jerk off. I didn’t really care. My own pleasure was an afterthought when I’d given Kiara an orgasm and made Leighton pink with anger.
Mercury was here too, I guess. He was caught between awe and anger, his jaw slack as he stared at Kiara but with a bit of flint still lingering in his gaze.
Heavy silence descended over the breakfast table as Kiara went steadily pinker. My calf dripped blood onto the floor, but the wound wasn’t deep. It would heal quickly.
The first one to speak was Kiara. She stood, that wet spot so fucking obvious on her leggings. “I’m going to change,” she mumbled, avoiding eye contact with both Leighton and Mercury.
She looked at me, but only to glare.
It was adorable. Her soft features couldn’t host a glare, not one that actually looked dangerous.
She was out of the kitchen a second later, and I was tempted to go and lick her slick off the wood chair. It would of course be disgusting, but tempting nonetheless.
For once, Leighton stayed speechless. She glared at me as she followed her omega, leaving only my packmate and I in the dining area.
His expression had settled on angry now that Kiara was out of the picture. “You’re such an asshole. This is why everyone hates you.”
I kept my grin in place, the napkin damp with saliva between my lips, but his words hit exactly where he wanted them to. My chest tightened, that pervasive feeling of loneliness rising again.
When your scent matched mate rejected you, you had to wonder if you were lovable at all.
If Mercury was the one picking at my well-known insecurities, it was a sign I may have really fucked up this time. He usually treated me like a piece of glass, liable to shatter at any moment.
In which case… Oh well.
