Page 62 of In Deep
His knot begins to deflate and he slips carefully from me and rolls onto his back.
“I can’t believe I just fucked an earl,” I mutter. “Why does an earl need to be in a pack?”
“Why not? I’ve found my brethren. I’m happy.”
“What does your family think?” I can’t imagine an old family like his being open-minded to this way of living. I know mine wouldn’t be. “Aren’t they really conservative?”
He laughs so hard the bed shakes underneath us. “They pretend to be but the aristocracy, little mouse, is perverted beyond belief.”
“But the media …”
“I’m a minor royal. They’re interested in my rowing and that’s it.”
“How do you know?”
His jaw stiffens. “Pippa,” he swallows, “when things with Pippa broke up, she tried to sell dirt on us to the papers. Zane’s family put a stop to that, but to be honest, they weren’t interested in what a bunch of students were getting up to.”
“She did that?”
“She wasn’t the person we thought she was.” His eyes soften and flip to mine. “It hurt Seb especially.”
I nod. It’s what Zane and Duncan have already hinted at.
“Does it change things?” he asks with a hint of a smile.
“Change what?”
“Now you know I’m an earl.”
I shake my head. “Although if my mum ever learns of this, she’ll have hysterics.”
“You’re going to tell your mum an earl ate out your sweet little pussy?”
“An earl hasn’t,” I remind him.
“He is going to now,” he says, pouncing on me.
“Wait!” I say as he pins my legs open. “Do you live in a palace?”
“No.” He pinches open my labia. “A country estate.” His mouth meets my clit and I close my eyes as he goes to work on me, visions of grand houses floating through my head.
He soon has me coming, and then he’s positioning me on top of him, and I ride him as I stare down at his beautiful face. His golden hair fans out around his head on the pillow as his caramel eyes glow in the half-light. I feel like I’m in a dream – a very naughty dream — but a dream. He grips my waist firmly and bucks his hips up to meet me every time I slam down on him. He calls melittle mouse, tells me I have the sweetest tits, purrs that I’m beautiful. The next time I come, it’s as he stretches me open with his knot, and his hot spend floods inside me. I collapse down on his body, breathless and panting.
As our rasping breaths begin to normalise, my ears prick. Beyond the door, I hear familiar grunts and groans. I lift my head from Ollie’s chest.
“What’s that?” Although I know. I’d know those voices anywhere. Zane and Duncan. Do they have another girl in there?
Ollie shifts his head on the pillow. “Sounds like Zane and Duncan enjoying themselves.”
“With another girl?” I don’t know how to feel about that. I have no cause to complain when I’m in bed with another man. But I guess I’m more possessive of these alphas than I thought.
“I can’t hear a girl, little mouse,” Ollie tells me.
I listen some more. It’s just the two of them. I let out a sigh of relief. “Are they …?”
Ollie quirks a golden eyebrow at me.
“Now you know what torture it is, little mouse, listening to those sweet groans and moans and not being invited in.” He rocks me backward, so I’m sitting over him again and circles a thumb around my pert nipple. Zane and Duncan’s grunts become louder, and I can hear the rhythmic thud of a headboard.
