Page 88 of In Doubt
“Hmmm,” I say.
“Too bitter?” he asks.
I nod and he drags a bowl of whipped cream towards him, scooping a stiff peak out with a spoon and bringing this to my mouth. I part my lips and consume the cream, letting it melt into my mouth.
It’s sweeter than the chocolate.
“Better?”
I tip my head from side to side in indecision.
“You have a sweet tooth.” He grins at me.
“When in heat I do.”
“Well then.” He pops his forefinger in his mouth, wetting the tip, then opens the bag of sugar and plunges his finger inside. When he pulls it out, it’s covered in a dusting of white crystals. This time he offers his finger to me. Holding his gaze, I stick out my tongue, and glide it along the length of his finger, the sugar melting onto my tongue as I do and the hit striking right at the centre of my mind.
His green eyes darken, his nostrils flare. I take his hand in mine and guide his finger into my mouth, sucking it clean before nipping at the pad.
“Jake had us believe you were all work and no play, Giorgie. But I think you like to play.”
I feel my cheeks warm. I guess I do like to play. Have I kept that hidden from Jake? I wanted him to take me seriously. I didn’t want him to think he could push me around or take advantage of me.
But the truth is, I do like to play. I do like to have fun. I’m beginning to think I could have a lot of fun with this pack.
“I do.” I peer up at him, hoping he’ll see the invitation in my eyes.
He takes a small step towards me, pinching the front of my t-shirt between his finger and thumb.
“This isn’t yours,” he says.
“No, I’m guessing it’s Levi’s.” I sniff. “It smells like him.”
“It looks good on you,” he says, tugging me ever so gently towards him. “And your scent combined with his is pretty intoxicating.”
I rest my fingertips against his taut stomach, brushing the fabric of his own t-shirt.
“He’s your boyfriend?” I ask, wondering if he’s jealous at all, wondering how all of this works.
My only experience is my brother’s pack and while I know they all sleep with their omega, they don’t sleep with each other. Their relationships have never been like that. Would a pack like this one, with everyone loving each other, be more or less complicated? Would jealousies rip the pack apart? Could I happily share my alphas? Surrender them to each other?
Yes, I think I could. I’ve always had room enough in my heart, so much love I’ve been wanting to share.
“I guess you could call him that. We love each other and we sleep together. We have a strong bond. I’m closer to him than the others. But we’re not exclusive. He’s free to sleep with whomever he likes. Free to fall in love with whomever he likes.” He twists the shirt bringing me closer still. “And so am I.”
My pulse jumps into my throat and slick slides onto my thigh. It’s been some time since my last orgasm and I’m becoming needy again, that ache building between my legs.
“I haven’t,” I whisper, “slept with him yet.”
He nods.
“Tell me what you have done with him. I want to know.” His free hand comes to rest casually on my right hip and as I speak he slides it under the t-shirt and brushes his fingers against my bare stomach.
“He went down on me,” I whisper, shivering against his soft touch.
“He made you come?”
“Yes, lots of times.” His fingers trail upwards, over my ribs and find the curve of my breast.
