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And then we’re moving, pulling her inside.
36
ETHAN
There’s no finesse to it. No carefully laid-out plan. It’s a frenzied tangle of limbs, of gasping breaths, of the sheer need that’s been coiling between us for days, days, weeks.
We barely make it past the threshold before Sophie yelps as Brodie grabs her, hoisting her up so she can wrap her legs around his waist. “Took your sweet time, didn’t you, Omega?” he growls, his hands tight on her ass as she arches against him.
“You were the ones who agreed to wait,” she pants, voice breathless, teasing. “I just set the rule.”
Brodie smirks darkly, guiding them toward the kitchen table. “And now you’re going to deal with the consequences.”
She gasps as Brodie sets her down on a stool between us, her thighs spreading instinctively, her head tipping back as he steps in behind her. I move in front of her, between her spread things. My fingers tangle in her hair, tilting her head up, forcing her to meet my gaze. “Been aching for you, sweetheart,” I rasp, my voice thick with need. “You’ve been torturing us all damn week.”
I take her hand, dragging it down to the front of my jeans, pressing her palm against the thick, throbbing heat straining behind the denim. “See what you do to me?” My words are agrowl, and before she can answer, I claim her mouth in a deep, possessive kiss.
She whimpers into me, already flushed, already gone for us, her body pliant and eager. It’s not enough. I need more—I need to see her, taste her, feel her bare against me.
With a tug, I pull her to her feet, my hands gripping the waistband of her leggings. I pull them down, dragging them past her thighs, her knees, until she steps out of them, completely bare beneath them.
A strangled curse leaves my lips as I take her in—soft curves, flushed skin, her scent thick in the air, sweet and heady.
Brodie groans behind me. “Fuck, Sophie,” he breathes, his hands already gripping her hips, dragging her back onto the stool and pressing her firmly against his own aching length.
Tyler, barely holding himself back, reaches into his pants, freeing his cock and stroking himself with a slow, leisurely pace, his eyes locked on Sophie with hungry intent.
She shivers, but not from the cold—her body hums with anticipation, her pupils blown wide as she looks up at us, her chest rising and falling in quick, shallow breaths. Brodie’s hands wander lower, his fingers slipping between her folds, disappearing into the slick heat of her, and I watch as her body jolts in response, a gasp catching in her throat.
“Yes,” she moans, her voice thick and throaty as she throws her head back, surrendering completely. It’s the sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever heard.
I drop to my knees.
Her breath hitches, her thighs trembling as I push them wider, dragging my mouth up the sensitive skin of her inner thigh. “Ethan,” she pleads, voice shaking. “Please.” I kiss my way down to her knees and back up to her heat.
I chuckle, pressing a teasing kiss just beside where she needs me most. “I know, sweetheart. I know.”
And then I give her what she’s been aching for.
She keens, her back arching, fingers tangling in my hair, holding me there as I devour her like a man starved. She’s soaked, dripping, her body pulsing with need, and the taste of her—fuck, I could die between her thighs and never want for anything again.
Her scent is intoxicating, her taste addictive, and the way she writhes beneath me—it’s pure fucking perfection. My tongue drags through her folds, slow and deliberate, before I press my lips to her clit, and suck. The sound she makes causes my Alpha to growl in pleasure.
Then I’m lapping at her like she’s the only thing in the world worth savoring. Her sweet slick makes my mouth water. Sophie’s body jolts, a sharp gasp escaping her lips as I slip two fingers inside her, stretching her, setting a rhythm that has her hips bucking off the stool, grinding into my mouth like she’s chasing something just out of reach.
“Ethan,” she moans, breathless, her voice cracking over my name like a plea, like a prayer.
Her fingers dive into my hair, fisting hard, yanking me closer, like she wants to drown in this, in me, and fuck if I don’t want the same damn thing. The sting of her grip sends a pulse of pain-pleasure down my spine, straight to my cock, making me throb so fucking hard I ache with it.
But I don’t stop. I double down, dragging my tongue over her, sucking her swollen clit into my mouth, teasing it with the tip of my tongue until she’s trembling, whimpering, unraveling right in my hands.
Her thighs clamp around my head, her entire body bowstring tight, her slick coating my fingers as I push deeper, curling just right—just enough to send her over the edge.
She shatters with a cry, her hips jerking, her body arching, her breath catching in her throat as she comes apart for me. Idon’t stop. I don’t let up. I lap her up like she’s the sweetest thing I’ve ever tasted. I’ll never get enough.
She slumps against the stool, boneless, spent—but I’m not done with her yet. Not even close. I press one last lingering kiss against her sensitive clit, dragging my fingers from her inch by inch, watching her shudder at the loss.
When I stand, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand, her dazed, well-fucked expression nearly undoes me.
