I trace the lace edge, then slip beneath it. The moment my fingers encounter slick heat, we both groan. She’s soaked, her arousal coating the insides of her thighs.
“Look at you,” I murmur, circling her entrance. “So wet for me.”
I resist the urge to follow the path of my hands with my tongue because I’ve been thinking about how good she must taste since scenting her at the matchmaking agency.
There will be time for that later.
Trinity whimpers as I slide one finger inside her, then two. Her body welcomes me, clenching around my fingers as I curl them forward, finding that spot that makes her arch.
“Lucas,” she gasps, hips rising to meet my touch.
I work her with steady strokes, adding my thumb tocircle her clit. Her thighs tremble, muscles tensing as she climbs higher.
“Let go,” I command softly. “I’ve got you.”
She shatters with a broken cry, pulsing around my fingers as pleasure takes her. I work her through it, easing only when she collapses boneless against the couch.
Unable to resist the urge, I press a kiss to the back of her thigh, smiling against her skin when she lets out a soft moan.
I pull the blanket up to Trinity’s chin, watching her face soften in post-orgasm bliss. Her lips part slightly with each breath, her long lashes fanned against her cheeks. Relaxed. Unguarded. Beautiful.
She mumbles something unintelligible as I tuck the blanket around her, and I can’t help but smile. Even half-asleep, she still has to have the last word.
“Shh,” I whisper, brushing a strand of hair from her forehead. “Sleep now.”
Her eyes flutter open briefly, hazed with drowsiness. “Lucas...”
“I’m here.” My chest tightens at the vulnerability in her voice.
“Thank you,” she murmurs before drifting off completely.
I stand there longer than necessary, watching her chest rise and fall. She looks so innocent as she sleeps, all the fight finally drained out of her. The more I study her, the closer I hope I can get to understanding why I feel so drawn to her.
Cash and I have already gotten what we needed. As soon as our pack registration was finalized, the adoption agency reached out to ask if we wanted to resubmit our application. Just knowing that we’ve had an omega, even if our pack dissolves later, will be enough to get us off thewaiting list.
So why is it so hard to resist the urge to throw her over my shoulder and carry her back to the bedroom where she belongs?
Ultimately, the reason why she managed to burrow under my skin and curl up there like a sleeping kitten doesn’t really matter right now.
All I know is that this is the last damn night she’s going to spend on this couch.
SEVENTEEN
TRINITY
I wake with a groan,my neck protesting as I shift on the couch. Something’s digging into my shoulder blade—the television remote, I realize, fishing it out from under me. Despite the cramp and the less-than-ideal sleeping arrangement, my body feels languid, muscles loose in a way they haven’t been in months.
Memories of last night flood back. Lucas’s hands. His voice. The release that crashed through me under his skilled touch.
My cheeks burn as I check my phone, squinting against the morning light filtering through the balcony doors. Several messages from Josie about today’s events, a reminder from the florist, and?—
An email from Amara.
My dear Ms. Jones,
Attached please find the finalized contract for your review. I want to assure you that my gentlemen are available for any services you might requireduring your arrangement. They’ve been thoroughly briefed on your situation and are committed to providing whatever support you need.
Sincerely,
