My hands went down to her hips, finding her naked except for the shirt she was wearing.
The shirt smelled of Ambrose.
Why was she wearing his clothes? I was caught between irritation and arousal at the thought of him claiming my omega by giving her an oversized t-shirt to sleep in.
“Kiara,” I murmured.
My fingers dug into her delicate skin to stop her grinding. Her whine was louder than her moans had been.
“Alpha, make me come,” she said against my neck.
Her little tongue darted out to lick my skin and I groaned. My gaze slid over to the armchair where Ambrose had been when I’d come to bed.
Our gazes locked, his eyes dark with hunger. He couldn’t see much beneath the sheets, but he could hear her and fuck, could he ever smell her. And me. I bet my scent was rising with every second.
“We’re not alone, dove,” I said.
Her hips pushed against my hold and I let go. She ground against me again, her movements erratic. Teeth scraped at my neck and I hissed, eager to feel the bite but conflicted about whether I wanted it with the audience. Even Ambrose, who’d seen me at my most vulnerable. Kiara still didn’t belong to him.
“Look at me,” I commanded.
She pulled back instantly, a pout on her face at having to listen to my order. “What?” she asked.
One of my hands grabbed her chin, carefully turning it so she faced Ambrose. “Are you doing this because you want him to see the show, or because he’s inconveniently present and you didn’t want to wait for him to leave?”
Her sapphire eyes were darker with lust as she stared at him. I felt her run her fingers up the side of my body until she could cup one breast, the touch gentle and unsure.
“Answer me, or you’re not coming,” I said.
“Both,” she said.
I barely held back a curse.
Danger alarms were going off in my head. My omega couldn’t get attached to another alpha, because then our only option would be to join their pack. If I joined Ambrose’s pack, it could spell disaster for so many reasons. More than I could even count.
But maybe…
Slipping out of my mother’s control was the only way to get out of this situation. Without her threats hanging over my head, I doubted Soren would care who I bonded myself to.
If we got out of this, I might be able to have it all. My brother’s secret, safe. Kiara. Ambrose. The rest of the Loranger pack. It was better if I didn’t get my hopes up, though.
“If you want to give him a show, then give him a show. Take off the shirt,” I said.
My mouth was clearly not cooperating with my mental alarms or my demand to keep low hopes.
“I’d rather it stayed on, actually,” Ambrose said, voice gravelly as he shook off the last dredges of sleep. “You know I love the tease, doll.”
All my muscles went tight. I didn’t know how to respond to that. I couldn’t be Ambrose’s doll and Kiara’s alpha in the same moment. The two sides of me were so discordant there were no similarities at all.
Right?
Kiara sat up, her knee sliding between my thighs as she kneeled over me. Her bare pussy slicked up my leg and there was pressure on the apex of my thighs, clothed only in thin satin sleep shorts. She tentatively rubbed herself against me with a swing of her hips back and then forward.
I groaned when her leg brushed my clit, sending tingles of arousal ricocheting through my body. I grabbed her hip with one hand while the other pushed under her shirt. It rode up enough to give Ambrose a hint of a view.
“Fuck, Kiara,” I said. “Do you even need your alpha to make you come? You’re doing a pretty good job all on your own.”
She whined, bracing her hands on her thighs and grinding again. “Are you not going to touch me?”
