Page 42 of Ruffled Feathers

Fuck no.Even the idea of that conversation gave me cold shivers.

Picking up the fruit salad, I walked up toward her bedroom. The door was slightly ajar, and I couldn’t help but look. The male Omega was spread across the bed, his head nestled in the crook of a sleeping Sonny’s armpit. Dicks were out everywhere. And curled up in a small ball of creamy skin, her head on Sonny’s hip, was Otillie-James.

She was beautiful, even though her hair was standing up at weird angles, and her cheeks were flushed bright red. If I had to guess, I would say she was going through another heat spike. I could smell it in the air, beneath the scent of sex and pheromones.

Her eyes blinked open, finding mine immediately. “Lance,” she breathed softly, slipping from Sonny’s arms and crawling toward me across the bed. God, she was what dreams were made of. I stood so still, I was like a deer in the headlights. “Lance, I hurt,” she moaned.

I mightn’t be Alpha, but I was helpless to ignore that plea. I straightened my spine and stepped into the room. “Do you want me to wake your Alpha, Angel?”

She shook her head, crawling into my arms. I shuddered, the rightness of her in my arms washing over me like a balm. I ran my hands up and down her naked back. This felt like taking advantage of her, and I couldn’t get that out of my head. I tried to keep my hands in respectful positions, but my brain was very much aware that her naked cunt was pressed against my abs, and her chest was pressed against mine. She was one hundred percent Omega right now, and I told my cock to calm down.

“Want you,” she murmured, and her lips began to roam over my cheeks and down my neck.

“I want you too, Angel, but not this time. I want you to be with me one hundred percent the first time we make love.” Hopefully, I wasn’t blowing my only chance to have her. She mightn’t even want me, after the hormones of the heat stopped riding her like a bad addiction.

She frowned, then curled in on herself as pain washed through her.Fuck.I couldn’t leave her in pain. “How about I take the edge off, and by then, Truett should be back. Would that be okay?”

She smiled at me, the expression so wide and joyful that I was stunned. “Yes,” she moaned, before kissing me.

Wow.

I’d heard men talk about kissing someone and feeling like all their nerves had come alive, but I’d always thought it was just soldier talk. Everything back home was better when you were stuck in a tent in the middle of the desert—gas station hot dogs, candy corn, and kissing girls all became so much better than reality.

But this… Maybe they hadn’t been talking out their ass at all. My whole world had shrunk down to this woman, this moment, this kiss. She held me close and kissed me, like that was all she needed from me, even though I could scent her desire and feel her slick dampening the bottom of my t-shirt.

When I pulled back for air, her face was dazed and wild, but she still winced as the heat made her cramp. I gently laid her down on the rug at the bottom of her bed, glad it was fluffy and soft. “I’m going to eat you out, and I think that should chase away some of the pain,” I promised.

Her hands threaded through my hair, tugging gently. “Yes,” she breathed.

Spreading her thighs, I stared dumbly at her dripping cunt.God.My dick throbbed, and there was no way I wasn’t going to come in my pants like a teenager. Thank god she’d never know.

I ran my tongue up her inner thighs, licking up the juices smeared across them. Her fingers tugged at my hair, hurrying me, and I chuckled low. Now was not the time to tease her, but one day, if I got the chance, I was going to edge her for hours until she was whimpering my name.

Stiffening my tongue, I ran it along her seam, from entrance to clit, and she moaned so loudly that there was no way she wasn’t going to wake the other two. She gripped my hair hard, grinding herself up against my face, riding it.

I went wild, sucking and licking and fucking her with my tongue, breathing when I could, but if I suffocated—or, given how much she came, possibly drowned—I had to hope one of the others knew CPR. If not, what a way to die.

She kept chanting my name over and over, and it was the best sound I’d ever heard. I murmured encouragement with my mouth on her clit, making her wriggle and writhe, and I wondered if I could just eat her for hours.

After the third orgasm, though, she was panting for my cock, and I froze. I couldn’t. Not like this. I wanted her to want me, not just who she thought I was in the heat craze. I pulled back and realized that we had indeed woken up the other two people in the room, as Sonny was now fucking the male Omega right into the mattress.

A hand landed on my shoulder, and I was so blissed out on the taste of Otillie-James, I didn’t even startle. Truett was there, giving me a knowing look as he knelt down beside me. “How about you kiss your Beta while I fuck you on my knot, sweet Omega?”

Otillie-James frowned, like she wanted to protest, but once she got a look at Truett’s cock, she was all grabby hands. Omegas in heat were needy but simple creatures, and I breathed a sigh of relief for that. Because if she’d insisted, I wasn’t sure I’d have the willpower to deny her again.

Truett pulled her to her feet, lifting her easily into my arms. “We are about to get real up close and personal right now, Lancelot,” he said, using Otillie-James’s nickname. “Better brace yourself.”

She wrapped her arms around my neck, kissing herself from my lips. I held myself steady as Truett lifted her thighs and dragged her down onto his dick. She moaned down my throat, like she was feeding me her pleasure. He fucked her hard, trusting me to hold them steady.

As she murmured incomprehensible things against my lips, I wrapped one arm around her ribs and dropped my other hand between her pussy and my abs, so she could grind her clit against my palm.

She went wild. It didn’t even matter that I felt the slide of Truett’s knot against my palm. In fact, I swear it made him go even harder, so apparently, he didn’t mind either. He had his lips pressed against her shoulder blade and a wild look in his eyes, and how they’d resisted bonding her yet was a real miracle.

The friction rubbing on my cock made me blow inside my jeans, and I’d have been embarrassed if this wasn’t the fucking hottest thing ever. Finally, she came two more times, and Truett knotted deep inside her, making her sigh with relief. I pressed her back into his chest, and he held her to his body tightly, walking them backwards. I made sure they didn’t fall, but her eyelids were already starting to flutter closed. Grabbing some of the electrolyte drink from the basket beside the door, I tempted some between her lips before she passed out completely.

Then I hightailed it out of that room, like the chicken shit I was.

Twenty-Two

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