Page 47 of Shades of Scars

“Yes.Fuck, alpha. You can have me. Whenever you want.” I pant out the words, each breath sawing in and out of my lungs. I’m in desperate need of proper oxygen, but if this is how I go—with Caito lodged firmly between the slick folds of my pussy—then I will die a happy fucking omega.

“That’s it, omega. That’s what I like to hear. Hold tight.” Confusion swirls through me momentarily, and a keening cry bursts free from me when he pulls back. It’s so sudden that my fingers knock loose from his hair as he stands up straight.

For a moment, I think he’s going to drop his pants and knot me like I’m desperate for, but he shocks the hell out of me. His huge hands grab me around the waist and yank me to my feet, twisting us until he’s able to lay himself back on the table. He uses those same hands still gripping my waist to pull me up and over his body, as if I weigh nothing at all.

Naturally, my knees land on either side of his head, the only thing stopping me from tipping forward into the hard surface of the table being those expertly wicked hands of his. They slide down from my waist until they can curl steel-like fingers around my hips.

“Now, ride my face,mo chroí. Make it so I’ll smell like you for days. Make it so your other alphas become ravenous with jealousy when I return home later.”Jesus fucking wept this man…An obnoxious moan is wrenched free of me the second he tugs me down over his face fully. It only takes me a splitsecond to throw the rest of my inhibitions out the window and do exactly as he’d instructed.

I thought I knew what it felt like to have my soul leave my body. That is, until Caito spears my cunt with his devil tongue. My eyes literally roll back far enough I swear I can see my brain stem. I lose control, my hips jerking frantically while I grind myself into his mouth. The rumbling purr that kicks to life in his chest while he feasts on me like a starving, wild beast rockets through me, straight to the most intimate parts of my very being.

That borderline evil tongue of his moves back and forth between my entrance to my clit. He licks me in long, strong swipes, teeth coming out occasionally to nip at the sensitive flesh of my swollen pussy lips.

The moment he plunges two fingers inside of me and latches his lips around my clit, I come apart. My orgasm slams into me with enough force that I nearly topple off the table. If it wasn’t for the steel grip Caito had on my hips, I definitely would have. He lets me scream and grind my contracting pussy down on his fingers and mouth. The release seems to go on forever, and he licks and strokes me through the entire thing.

He doesn’t let up on me until I really do slump forward, my palms slamming down into the solid surface of the table. I’m a panting, quivering mess. I fucking whimper while he cleans up every last drop of slick I’d no doubt released all over his face.

My entire body feels like jello when he finally curls upwards, bringing me down his body until I settle in his lap, my knees splayed on either side of his hips while his legs dangle off the edge of the table. I wince when my sore center rubs against the massive bulge still concealed beneath the zipper of his jeans.

I’m almost tempted to ask him to take it out so he can stretch me around his knot, but then he’s kissing me. I groan at the taste of my cum on his lips and tongue. He kisses me like I’m the center of his universe, and it makes my heart twinge in my chest.He’s tender in a way that he only seems to be when around me, and I really don’t want to look into the deeper meaning behind that.

It fucking kills me that I can’t give him those parts of me.

Someday. Iwillbe free. If not for me, forthem.

He pulls back after an excruciatingly long minute exploring my mouth. Our foreheads touch, and a small smile tugs at the corners of my lips. He got his wish. He smells like me in a way that will definitely be permanent for at least a couple of days.

He catches my smile, and something warms up inside my chest when he nuzzles my nose with his own. “You are the most precious thing in the world to me, Scarlett. I won’t rest until I’ve proven that to you. Come. Let’s get you back to your apartment before your roommate sends an army.” Caito helps me to stand, and I would feel embarrassed by the stickiness coating my thighs if it wasn’t for the contented glimmer in his mesmerizing emerald eyes.

Fuck. How do I tell him that I don’t want to go back to my lonely existence at my apartment with Kate? I mean, she’s great and all, but if I’m going all in with these alphas, I definitely don’t want to keep spending my nights alone anymore.

He notices when I bite down hard on my bottom lip, and he arches a brow in question. I know he won’t ask me. He needs me to voice my wants myself. He’sthattype of alpha. Sometimes it has its perks.

Now is not one of those times.

“Can I… I’d like to…fuck, can I stay over tonight?” I blurt it out before I can second guess myself, and Caito’s eyes fucking sparkle with glee.

Lifting a hand to stroke over the back of my head, he confesses, “Wren has a surprise planned for you that he’s planning on revealing to you tomorrow night. Can you wait one more night,mo chroí? I promise, it’ll be worth it.”

I feel my face begin to fall as disappointment lances through me like a white, hot blade, but he catches my chin before I can get very far. “How about I stay with you in your nest tonight at your apartment. I’ll take you out for breakfast in the morning after I let you ride my face again, and then I’ll take you to the pack house. Is that acceptable?”

Biting down hard on my lip again, I hesitate before I nod. “What do I have to do to you to get you to tell me what his big surprise is?” Feeling bold, I reach up on my tip toes so I can brush my tongue against the underside of his jaw.

I don’t allow myself to think about how my inner omega responds to that. Like it’s the exact spot she’s already chosen to mark our alpha the very second we can.Fucking hell.

“I’ll let you try your damnedest, omega, but you won’t hear a peep out of me.” The smirk he gives me is positively wicked, but a giddy sense of satisfaction settles over me as he pulls me out of the conference room I’d been dreading just this morning.

I don’t think I’ve ever been this relaxed in my entire life.

29

Wren

“Caito will be here in an hour with Scarlett. Are you positive you don’t want me to call that designer I found online yesterday?” Apollo’s leaning against the door frame a few feet behind me. I can feel his eyes boring into the back of my neck, but my inner alpha is entirely too focused right now to give him any attention.

In retrospect, I thought it would be a brilliant idea to stalk my omega’s online life, thus finding her dream board for her nest on Pinterest. Now, here I am, forty eight hours later and nowhere near ready for her to see the mess I’ve made of the room our pack picked out for her nest.

I feel like I’m just setting myself up for failure. It’s that thought that makes my inner alpha growl in frustration. He’s just being led by basic instincts. He just wants to throw the shit together, thinking our omega will approve of it, even if it looks nothing like she’d envisioned.

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