“So good, Kiara,” I groaned, crying out when she sucked my clit into her mouth.
She moaned against me, the vibrations making my back arch. I saw her hand sneak between her legs. One orgasm wasn’t enough for her, and I was eager to see how quickly she got herself off while she was making me come too.
A glance at Ambrose confirmed he was still watching, but not doing anything about his own arousal. He had a little self-satisfied smirk on his face, though. I bet he thought he was the behind-the-scenes puppet master of it all. In a way, he had helped orchestrate this part by eliminating all of Kiara’s shyness in a way I never could.
But I was Kiara’s alpha, not him.
This possessive streak was… unexpected.
“Are you going to come for me again, dove?” I asked, tightening my grip in her hair.
She moaned. “Yes, Alpha.”
“Just for me?”
“Yes.”
“Guess we don’t need Ambrose here anymore then, do we?”
Her whine came from deep in her chest, combining with Ambrose’s flaring aura and answering growl.
“Get out,” I demanded, settling my gaze on him as I shoved Kiara’s mouth back against my pussy.
“Really?” he asked, his jaw ticking.
“Out.”
He rose from the armchair and I couldn’t help looking at the bulge in his pants. If this had been any normal time with Ambrose, I would have been taking care of that for him. His aura pulsed with arousal and annoyance as he stalked toward the door. The heavy smokiness of his scent draped across me, and part of me hated how I was conditioned by it. Ambrose’s scent could only turn me on.
“You’re going to pay for this later, doll,” he promised.
His dark gaze landed on her exposed ass as he opened and closed the door, leaving us alone.
Kiara hadn’t stopped sucking my clit, and something about turning the tables on Ambrose to claim her was sexy.
Fingers tugging her hair, I continued to grind on her face until I came with a choked moan. Seconds later she came too, her body shuddering and the air filling with her sweet scent. I slumped back onto the bed, letting her crawl up to lay beside me, her body wrapped around mine.
Her breathing was heavy for a while until it settled down to an even pace. Her soft cheek rubbed against my shoulder, fingers stroking my stomach. Even at rest, she had to be moving.
“Why did you kick him out?” she asked.
I tilted my head, smiling.
“Because you’re mine. I wanted to experience your first time making someone else come, and I didn’t want him here for it.”
She blushed. Her head lifted from my shoulder and she looked sheepish. “So, you want all my firsts?”
“All the firsts I can take. I won’t expect to be the one to knot you for the first time—toys are less comfortable than the real thing, from what I’ve heard.”
If she hadn’t had the option of a real cock, then it would have been a knot toy for her first time. Which I guessed meant I had come to terms with her first cock being… one of theirs.
Kiara ignored the connotations of my statement, and so did I. Though, I did curse myself internally.
“Dash stole a first from you,” she admitted.
My chest rumbled with a low growl. “What first?”
“Kiss. He caught me off guard when he…” Her cheeks flared vibrant red, her thighs sliding together. “When he was fingering me in the parking garage. I didn’t let him do it again, because I wanted to kiss you first.”
