Page 28 of The Rebirth
I finger fucked her as my tongue danced on her clit.
She locked her ankles around my neck, my face plastered against the most delicious spot ever.
Bunching the blanket in her hands, she rocked her hips, keeping a rhythm with my tongue.
“I’m almost there, and I want to scream so loud,” she said through heavy breaths.
“Come for me,” I commanded as I stuck my tongue in her channel and licked my way up to her extremely swollen nub.
When I did, she bucked and squirmed with soft moans.
I kept up my assault while she rode out her orgasm. As her body began to loosen, I rose and bent over, pressing my hands into the bed on either side of her, and indulged in her tits, only driving myself to the edge of an orgasm.
She latched on to my hair, pulled herself up, and smashed her mouth to mine. “Mm. You know what I would like?”
I nibbled on her tongue. “My cock?”
She lit up like lights on an airport runway. “I’m dying for him.”
I was jonesing for her to suck me off, but then knuckles rapped on the door.
She flew off the bed, grabbed her clothes, and darted into the bathroom.
11
SAM
Ahint of car exhaust and the smell of trash from a dumpster somewhere nearby wafted in the cool August air as I stepped out of the motel room.
The white-haired alpha’s red eyes glowed in the muted light as he leaned against the hood of Roman’s SUV, which was parked only feet from my door. I wasn’t a fan of the outside entrances of motels, mainly because of safety. But we were only here until the pilot arrived, which was hopefully soon.
Dane had both hands in his jeans pockets, one leg bent, his foot pressing into the bumper, wearing a scowl—his signature expression. The alpha always seemed to be in a pissed-off mood, but he’d had a rough night like the rest of us.
I didn’t want to act like a dick and not ask him how he was feeling, but I needed to know if he’d called his brother Cooper. “Did you just get here? Did you talk to Tripp?”
My insides were trembling like a fast-moving marching band as I waited for him to speak.
It seemed Tripp was agitated as well. He was stomping up and down the parking lot near the road with his phone to his ear. If any of the motel guests were peeking out the window, they would probably wonder why we weren’t tucked into our beds at three in the morning.
A crease dented the spot between Dane’s eyebrows. “Tripp told me, then I called Cooper immediately. Your girls are fine.”
A loud sigh escaped me, sounding like a hissing steam engine. “Thank fuck.” I poked my head into the motel room. “Layla,” I called.
She was just coming out of the bathroom. “Sorry, my stomach is acting up. So?” She hurried outside, leaving the door cracked open.
“Ellie and Rorie are fine,” I said.
She squealed. “And my sister?”
Dane fixated on Layla, long and hard. No question he had bad news on Jordyn.
I tucked Layla into my side.
He blinked once. “I’m afraid it’s not good. Our doctor is doing everything she can to save her.” A large gust of wind blew out of Dane’s mouth. “Tripp is on the phone with Steven now.”
Layla turned into my chest, her body racked with sobs. “She doesn’t deserve any of this. I should’ve never left her.”
I rested my chin on her head. “She’s in good hands with the shifter’s doctor.” I shot Dane a questioning look. “What happened?”
