Page 213 of Altius
Wyatt chuckled. “I’ll agree to disagree. About the timing, not whatever you get up to with Owen. I might have come around to the whole pack idea, but when it comes to sharing…” He shuddered. “Thanks, no thanks.”
“I wouldn’t ask that of you,” I said, pressing a lingering kiss against his bite.
Memories of my recent threesome with Joaquin and Alijah, as well as hazy impressions of multiple hands touching me at once during my heat, made me pause.
“At least I don’t think I would.”
Wyatt laughed. His pleasure echoed through our bond, a loose sort of contentment, like a cat lazing about in the sun. Basking in radiance. Underpinned with profound love.
Leaving me limp with awe—and overcome with the urge to apologize.
For ever doubting how much this man cared about me.
Stunned that simply pressing my lips to his skin could inspire quivers of happiness. How repeated kisses made Wyatt writhe and our bond pulse with pleasure. That a thorough lick could flood us both with heat.
The more I toyed with his bite, pushing the limits of our newfound connection, the harder Wyatt got.
Which only made me want to tease him even more.
“You want me?” I murmured, tracing his bite with a fingertip.
“Need, baby. I need you.”
“Fine,” I said, reaching for the lube. “But you have to behave.”
He couldn’t touch me unless I tended to him first.
One kiss against his bond mark earned an answering stroke of his finger inside me. A thrust for every lick or suck. Prolonging our joining for hours—until at long last, when the bite began to take on a silvery sheen, I allowed Wyatt to fill my pussy with his rock-hard knot.
I lay sprawled across his chest, a sweaty yet satiated mess, panting hard. Content to float there, enjoying the ebb and flow of our bond and the steady beat of his heart.
“We gotta get going,” Wyatt said reluctantly, trailing his fingers through my tangled hair. “Flight leaves at five.”
Grumbling, I buried my face against his chest, wishing we had just a little more time to ourselves.
But he was right. Reality was inevitable. We both had work in the morning. I was way overdue for my meds.
And I had no idea how things were going with Kelsey.
Or if Cal’s movers had arrived on time.
Excited by the prospect of Cal welcoming us home, I rolled away from Wyatt, taking the comforter with me. I slowly eased onto my feet, trying to remember where I’d dropped my bag the night before.
“You shower first,” I said, shuffling over to the dresser to put on my glasses. The feeling of our bond stretching behind me was strange, almost ticklish. “I’ll order food.”
Wyatt sprang up, looking better than he had in weeks. Maybe even months.
“Can’t we shower together?” he asked, trying to wrap his arms around me from behind.
“No. We’re on a deadline.” I shook him off and padded toward the living room. “And my head might explode if I take my pills lateandon an empty stomach.”
“Oh, shit. Sorry, didn’t mean to get carried away. I’ll be quick.”
I turned, watching his perfectly sculpted backside disappear through the bathroom door, smiling as the bond continued to stretch and stretch, only to choke on a panicked gasp when he closed the door—and it flickered out of existence.
Terrified that something horrific had just happened to Wyatt, I staggered toward the bathroom, clutching at the comforter to keep my omega from going wild, only for the bond to brush against the side of my heart, as featherlight as the breathing of a wounded bird.
Standing there, cold sweat dotting my brow, terror still rife on my tongue, I felt the echoes of Wyatt’s continued happiness as he turned on the shower and began humming an old love song.
