Pack of Lies, page 30
“Yes. Please.”
My ‘please’ turned into a moan when she rubbed herself against me, despite my attempts to keep her off.
“Are you sure?” she asked.
“Precious, you’re playing with fire here.”
“I’m aware. Am I playing with it… um, successfully?”
Her tone shifted, a little frown replacing her grin.
This may not be the best idea, but I couldn’t deny her if it was going to make her doubt herself.
“If you don’t stop, I’m liable to throw you down on this bed and ravage you.”
The frown dropped. “Good,” she said.
Those sinful hips moved again, grinding against my lap. She’d already produced enough slick to dampen my boxer briefs, and her scent was driving me wild. I let her move on me for a minute. “You sure this is a good idea, precious? Aren’t you angry at me?”
“I’m not sure if you noticed, but I rode Denzel’s face until I came last night. Being angry has no bearing on whether or not I want to fuck you, and for the record, I’m not mad at you. That ship sailed days ago.”
I growled.
She braced her hands on either side of my head, her hair falling in a curtain around her face. Our lips were temptingly close together, but I still didn’t know if it was the best idea to do this.
Thorn would ruin me if she left after this.
But wouldn’t she ruin me either way? I might as well experience what it was like to have her.
Surging up, we crashed together in a kiss. My tongue plunged past her lips, one of my hands cupping the back of her head. She moaned into my mouth and I held her tighter to me, relishing the sound. One of her hands ventured down to find the waistband of my underwear, trying impatiently to shove them down. I hissed when her fingers grazed the head of my cock but stopped her from taking things further.
I flipped us so she was on her back, her head resting on the pillows and her body bracketed by mine. She was so small. Delicate.
And Denzel had her pressed up against the shed wall. The image of it made fury roll through me, though Thorn had insisted it was fine.
“As much as I would love to impale you on my cock, I’d rather have you coming on my tongue first,” I murmured.
Her breath hitched. I trailed my lips down her body until I met the apex of her thighs, inhaling the concentrated scent of blackberries and orange.
It was mixed with Denzel’s ginger and molasses from how he’d had his tongue on her last night and that had me feeling competitive as fuck.
Unfortunately, I was also out of practice. Not just with eating pussy. Denzel hadn’t practiced that in a while either. No, with sex in general. It was hard to get out of my head when it had been so long. Even in the past, it hadn’t been especially romantic. There was no time or mental energy for romance when I had my father breathing down my neck.
My hesitation had her legs wrapping around my head, drawing me closer. Groaning as I pressed my nose against her, I swiped my tongue through her slick.
She tasted fucking delicious. Her scent was so strong, she tasted like it. All sweet.
Thorn reacted when I touched her, too, even though it was barely a touch at all. She arched her back, pressing herself down against me. My shirt rode up her torso and I shoved it further, showing me her bare tits.
I ran my tongue along her slit again, this time plunging it into her pussy and practically drinking her up.
“Reese,” she moaned my name.
Her hand paused on my head, her grip loose.
“Move me where you want me, precious. Otherwise, I could just taste you all day,” I said.
She yanked me up so my mouth was hovering over her clit. I circled it with my tongue, watching her body tense and feeling her hand tighten in my hair. It wasn’t my intention to work her up quickly. I wanted to play with her. Ideally, watch her desperately fall apart so I could put her back together again.
I slowly lapped at her, working her up before moving to tease her entrance again. My hands cupped her ass, holding her where I wanted her while still allowing her the freedom to drag me closer at will. She exercised that right frequently, her thighs clenching and releasing around my head.
“You make such pretty sounds,” I murmured, sliding a hand closer so I could stroke her entrance with one finger. “Do you want to come?”
“Please,” she groaned.
“Quentin will love it if you ask him so nicely. He’s the dom of the group. Loves to make Marlowe beg for it.”
How I ached to watch that happen, to hear more than passing demands through the walls. I wanted to be a part of the pack for real, not just the charity case bonus. With Thorn, I felt like I was. If she stayed I would spend heats with her, work her through it with the pack by my side.
Everything I’d wanted before I’d discovered my true parentage.
“And do you love it?” Thorn asked, panting.
I blinked. “I love every word out of your mouth, especially right now.”
Her legs wrapped tighter, forcing me back to work. I was happy to continue tasting her, plunging a finger into her cunt to work her up to an orgasm. She shouted through it, loud enough they might have heard in the nest down the hall, and I wanted them to.
It would be even better if they wandered in and watched me take her, but they wouldn’t. They thought I treasured my privacy.
I didn’t need privacy. Not for fucking our omega or for life in general, but I wasn’t going to be clear about how desperate I was to be part of something. They didn’t owe that to me. Every member of the Peirce Pack had done enough by dragging me out of Soren’s grasp.
Thorn’s pussy clenching around my finger was what pulled me out of the thoughts, bringing me back to her. Her mouth parted on a whimper, her body tensing and releasing as she came. Slick dripped from my hand and onto the bed, and I wouldn’t want to change these sheets. Her scent would be thick on them for ages.
“That was the sexiest orgasm I’ve ever seen,” I murmured.
My tongue cleaned her up but left enough slick for her to be ready for my cock. Then I shoved the boxer briefs down my hips, tossing them off the side of the bed.
It inflated my ego a bit when she moaned at the sight of my cock bobbing free.
The head was sliding against her entrance when I cursed and pulled back.
“I should probably find a condom.”
There wouldn’t be a single one of those in the damn house. I didn’t have sex, and everyone else only fucked Marlowe or each other. None of the men in this house were getting pregnant, not like Thorn might.
She shook her head. “They gave me a birth control injection at the Centre.”
“But didn’t they…” I trailed off, cringing at the unsexy change of topic.
No omega wanted to hear about how they were going to be used as a breeding experiment.
“I think they wanted to make sure I only got pregnant by the people they chose, if I even did,” she said quietly. “It shouldn’t wear off for another couple of months.”
Curling over her, I kissed her again. I wanted to dispel the discomfort in her expression before I took her, and the kiss did the trick. She was relaxed and needy by the time I pulled back. Our gazes locked when I pressed inside her, gritting my teeth at how tight she was.
How was I expected to last like this?
I needed her to come again before I did, but after three years of celibacy with her squeezing me like a vice…
She got tighter when I bottomed out and I cursed, dropping my forehead to hers. I did everything in my power to shove the orgasm off the cliff, to hang on, but it was too much.
My groan of release was accompanied by a few thrusts, short ones that stayed deep inside her. She whimpered, clutching me, her body languid beneath mine.
“Fuck,” I hissed. “I didn’t want to come before you, precious.”
“Will you still be able to fuck me?” She sounded more curious than disappointed.
I nodded. My cum was spilling out of her, along with a healthy amount of slick, but my length wasn’t softening. A small blessing after my biology had failed me.
“Then fuck me. Knot me. It’s kind of a compliment you came so fast, isn’t it? The only guy I was with before barely managed to orgasm.”
My growl was loud enough to wake the rest of the house, if her noises hadn’t already. We were probably the last to awaken, anyway. “Unless you want me to lose my fucking mind, please don’t mention other men while I’m inside you.”
“You mentioned Quentin.”
“Quentin is my pack. It’s different.”
“What about Marlowe, then?” Thorn asked, her lips forming into a smirk. “Can I tell you about how I made Marlowe come all over my dress in the fitting room?”
That image flashed in my mind. The omegas panting against each other, Thorn’s hand wrapped around Marlowe’s hastily bared cock. It was a dangerous game to play, thinking of Marlowe like that. “You’re going to kill me,” I muttered.
I began to fuck her before she could get engrossed in the story. Inserting myself into Marlowe’s sex life was something I made sure only to do in the privacy of the shower stall where I could stroke through my fantasies and have him none the wiser. There was no way I could let Thorn talk about him where he could hear.
He would feel obligated to be with me, then. I knew he would.
Shoving thoughts of him out of my mind, I focused on Thorn. My scent match. The one I was falling in love with and was allowed to have. Who wanted me back. There was no room for forbidden, and I didn’t need it either.
Her small hands clutched at me, fingernails digging into my shoulders. I wanted them to pierce the skin, leave little marks that would stay forever. There were enough scars on my body; I was ready for ones I would enjoy looking at. Ones that would tell the world I belonged to someone.
My lips brushed hers as I thrust into her wet heat. She was tight around me, but my cock slid smoothly with the combination of my cum and her slick easing the thrusts. Holding myself up on one arm, I used the other hand to stroke her clit.
“Reese,” she whimpered, pussy fluttering around me. “Knot me.”
“Have you ever been knotted before, precious?” I asked.
She shook her head. Her gold eyes were full of desperate need. No one had ever looked at me like that.
“I’m going to make sure you love it.”
I didn’t give in to her demand, working her up until she was shouting with release again. Then I pressed my knot against her entrance, working it inside. It swelled up further to lock us together, and I came instantly.
Thorn’s hands slid down from my shoulders to my ass, as if she could pull me even closer. It wasn’t possible. We were as close as two people could get, and stuck that way for the foreseeable future. My knot wasn’t close to going down yet. I’d never been able to come so many times in the past, but I was certain I had one more in me.
“This is intense,” she said, groaning. “I feel like… I don’t know if I can come.”
“I think you can,” I murmured.
Leaning my head down, I kissed her again, unable to get enough of her lips. My hips ground against her as I did, the movement tiny but making her gasp.
She did come again, a few minutes later.
The eager clenching of her pussy milked that final orgasm out of me too, and I finally felt like I would be able to go soft.
Eventually.
We still had a good few minutes of being joined, though.
I rolled over so she was on top of me, her body lying limp on my chest. My arms wrapped around her, and I pressed light kisses onto every part of her I could reach.
Was it too early to tell her I loved her? Maybe. Probably. It might influence her to stay when she really didn’t want to, so I would hold off on the admission.
But I did love her.
She was the strongest person I’d ever met. She’d been through hell and was still willing to see the best in people until proven otherwise. That was something I envied and adored in equal measure.
With Thorn pressed to me, I took the time to ignore the reality of our fucked up situation and pretend that she’d stay, and that I would finally belong somewhere.
FORTY
THORN
From how much of Reese and Denzel’s scents I could catch clinging to my skin, I imagined I was drenched in them. It was almost embarrassing enough that I avoided going downstairs after showering off the physical evidence of our fucking, but I didn’t.
I wandered down the stairs, finding Quentin in the kitchen. He tended to be the most frequent user of the space. Other than Marlowe, but the omega only seemed to bake. Not cook.
“Good morning, sweetheart.” Quentin peered over his shoulder to give me a knowing smirk.
My blush went all the way down my neck.
Was it fair that I’d had sex with Reese? This situation could blow up in our faces. It could hurt him.
Then again, he’d hurt me. It might be fair play, especially since I wouldn’t intentionally be hurting him.
“Good morning,” I said politely.
There was no one else in the kitchen-living-dining room right now. Considering it was well into midday, I knew they were awake. Reese had said something about calling his brother and vanished to enter the seldom-used office that faced the backyard.
“Where are Jubilee and Marlowe?” I asked.
Denzel was obvious. He would be in the shed.
Thinking about what happened last night, I bet.
As if I was one to talk. It was near impossible to push it out of my mind. Unlike the sex with Reese, letting Denzel stroke me to completion with his tongue definitely should not have happened.
“Up in the nest wearing each other out. Marlie had to let Lee know how proud he was of him for telling you about what happened with Ava and the formula.”
Quentin’s expression flashed with fury for a moment, reminding me of how he’d known her too. It didn’t seem to have affected him in the same way as it did the others, though. He was well-adjusted. A caretaker, but not to an extreme like Denzel. Confident, as opposed to the anxious mess Jubilee was.
Had he not known Ava as well, or was he simply the best at working through his issues? Or hiding them?
“You’re welcome to join them,” Quentin continued. “They would be thrilled.”
“I don’t think that’s a good idea.”
“Marlie’s going to be jealous Reese had you first. And you had Reese.”
“He’s also going to be the most hurt if we get too close and something happens to me,” I mumbled. “And there’s no reason Marlowe can’t have Reese.”
Quentin passed me a plate with a piece of toast on it, the toast covered in avocado and small-diced vegetables. “Surprised you picked up on that.” He was grinning.
“It seems obvious to literally everyone except them.”
“Oh, it is. Reese came into the pack under odd circumstances, and it’s been holding the two of them back for years.”
“Odd circumstances?”
He leaned across the counter to run his fingers through my hair and plant a gentle kiss on my cheek. The casual affection had me frozen, my heart racing.
“That’s Reese’s story to tell, but you know he’s a rogue. It has a lot to do with that. Eat up. I imagine you need to replenish your energy after however many orgasms you screamed through upstairs.”
“You could hear that?”
He turned back to the food, making up more plates of avocado toast. “I’d be surprised if the neighbours didn’t hear that, sweetheart. That’s the other reason Marlie and Lee are upstairs right now. Hearing you drove our omega insane with lust.”
I took a huge bite of the toast, using it as an excuse to say nothing to that. I wasn’t sure what I was supposed to say. Marlowe was aroused by me. We knew that. The fitting room… Well, that had happened. It didn’t mean this would work. There was a target on my back. This pack had ripped my heart to pieces once, but I didn’t want to do the same thing to them, intentionally or not.
Quentin grabbed two plates and brought them upstairs with a little smirk at me. I munched quietly as he delivered the food. When he came down, he grabbed another two plates and disappeared toward the back of the house.
When the back door squeaked open and shut, there was a firm knock on the front. I froze.
There was no way I was answering the door, not with my face all over the news. But what should I do? Hide? Run to get someone else to see who was here? Maybe they would go away.
I stayed at the counter, unmoving, until another knock sounded. This one was more aggressive and went on for longer. Whoever was at the door wasn’t going away.
Old instincts rose up and I hopped silently from the stool to the floor. I knew how to be quiet. My parents had wanted to forget they had a child at all, so I’d learned to sneak around. Anything I hadn’t done silently before, my time with the traffickers and at the Centre had taught me.
My footsteps were near silent as I tiptoed toward the stairs, but I paused before I reached them.
The only route upstairs was directly in front of the door. Which had a peephole and one of those frosted glass windows.
They knocked on the door again.
“This is the police, open up!”
Heart racing, I grabbed the pantry door instead. It didn’t make a sound as it closed behind me, leaving me in cool darkness with an assortment of dry goods and spices. This didn’t feel good enough. The spices might obscure my scent, but there was nothing for me to hide behind. If this door was opened, they would see me. I couldn’t allow the police to see me.
Why were they even here? Had the neighbour called them after getting one good glimpse of me? Apparently green bangs weren’t enough to make me unrecognizable.
The Centre had made it so I couldn’t go outside at all. Not to the backyard. Not near an open window.
Tears prickled my eyes as my panic rose. I knew it was heightening my scent, making it all the more likely I would be found if the police were allowed inside this house. Moving until my back hit the far shelves, my footsteps made the floor creak. I glanced down.
