Page 20 of In Stockings
“I’m hoping you might be willing to get me dirty in other ways, too,” she says, her eyes shining with desire.
Shit, I wasn’t expecting that!
I growl low in my throat, about to dive in for another kiss when the floorboards creak behind us.
“I thought I heard voices,” Samson says as Astrid withdraws her arms and shuffles up the bed, sitting up and leaning against the headboard. Craig lingers next to him, and I stand up.
“Astrid was just telling me she was in love with the three of us at school.”
Astrid snorts. “I was telling you everyone was in love with you.”
“Including you?” Samson asks.
“Well,” she twirls her braid between her fingers, “yes. I had a crush.” She shrugs in a way I’m sure she hopes is nonchalant. But her cheeks are all flushed.
“What about now?” Craig asks, crossing his arms over his chest and leaning on the doorframe. “Are you crushing on us now?”
She stares at him. “Look at the three of you.” She waves her hand in our direction. We’ve taken off our boots, and our helmets are stored back in the fire engine. But we’re still dressed in our firefighting gear, sooty like our faces. “You look like you stepped right out of a calendar.”
“You have a thing for firefighters?” Samson asks with a tease in his voice.
“Most women do.”
“I’m not asking aboutmostpeople; I’m asking about you … Omega.”
The word, that word, ignites electricity in the air. It crackles between the four of us, and I watch as her lips part and the dark pupils of her eyes consume all the colour.
She bites down on her lip.
“Come here, Omega,” I tell her, sensing that name does something to her,lovingthat it does something to her, wondering if she could be the one. The omega we’ve hoped for all these years. She smells so good to me. A flavour I would never tire of devouring.
She swings her legs off the bed, and her bare feet hit the carpeted floor. I hold my breath, hoping she’ll let me kiss her again, hoping she’ll let all of us kiss her.
She rises to her feet and steps towards me, towards us, her gaze flicking between the three of us. There’s nervousness darting about in her eyes but also desire.
Her steps are too damn slow, and when she’s still several paces away from me, I step in, grabbing her wrist and yanking her towards me.
“Oh,” she gasps, melting against my chest, her little hands resting right above my thumping heart.
I kiss her again as she tips back to accept my hungry mouth. Two deep growls rumble in the room, and the scents of my packmates darken.
We indulged in a couple of orgies back in our youth, but there hasn’t been the opportunity for that since we formed our pack and prioritised our time caring for Lyra. It’s been a dream, though, one we’ve talked about endlessly, owning our own little omega, an omega for our pack, an omega to share and pleasure together, to rut through a heat.
With Astrid so near, stroking her fingers over my chest, I’m rock hard just thinking about it.
Has our perfect omega walked willingly into my arms? Is this it?
The floorboards creak again, and I hear Samson murmur behind the omega, “Astrid?”
I break our kiss, and she meets my eyes for a second before spinning in my arms and facing Samson, my hands still gripping her waist.
“I want to kiss you, too,” he whispers. My heart is pounding now with anticipation. Will she let him? Does she want this?
“Yes,” she says twisting towards him. He leans in to devour her mouth hungrily.
Those orgies back in our youth, when we were high or drunk or both, are hazy dreams now. I barely remember them. This is vivid and clear. The movement of their mouths, her soft mewling sounds, and the strong grip of Samson's hand around the back of her neck turn me on more than I could have imagined.
Gripping her waist more tightly, I lean down and kiss the dip where her shoulder and neck meet. She shivers, and I nibble, grinding my hard cock against her arse.
