Page 109 of Party Girl: How a Naughty Omega Finds Love
ChapterThirty-One
TREV
Leaving the room went against everything I wanted to do, but the longer I stood in that room and smelled her desire, the more inadequate I felt. My packmates have all gained her trust and affection, and I’m simply the alpha standing in her way. She was going to leave tonight because of me, and I don’t think my pack would have forgiven me for driving her away. I tried to make things better, but I was too late. The damage had already been done.
It’s a miracle she agreed to let me bite her, securing her as part of our pack. She surprises me in the worst way. I never know what to expect and that makes me feel out of control. I like to know what to expect. I like the known. She gets mad enough to yell at me and call me on my bullshit, and then she’s soft enough to comfort me while I confess what my father did to my mother. She’s barbed wire and a warm blanket on a cold night. She’s pack.
Our omega.
I scrub my hand over my face and bang my head against the door, pinching my eyes shut and breathing through my teeth. She smells so sweet and her pheromones cling to me. Crossing the room, I open the window and suck in a lungful of fresh air, hoping it’ll help my cock soften.
Someone knocks on my door.
“Come in.”
“You planning on beating yourself up all night?” Avi asks.
I turn away from the window and cross my arms. “I wanted to give her time.”
“She didn’t want you to leave.”
He has no idea how much I want that to be true, but deep down I know I make her uncomfortable. It’ll take time for us to find how we’ll work together as packmates.
“Is she okay?”
“Asher and Hayden are distracting her.” He sits on the edge of the bed. “We could go help them.”
I frown. “I can’t.”
“You can, but I won’t push you. You’ll warm up to one another. I know you like her. She’s afraid to like you, but you made a lot of progress with her tonight. It was smart to send you after her.”
Smart. I was so adamant that I go after her, the guys were all too worried about arguing with me. I wouldn’t have fought them, but I would have insisted on going. The fact that they trusted me to bring her back meant a lot, and I’ll do whatever it takes to make sure Whitney feels at home.
“You’re thinking too hard,” Avi says.
“Don’t you want to go join them?”
“I do, but I don’t want to take away from Asher’s experience. He’s ravenous.”
“What did he mean about the club?” I ask, remembering what he said to Whitney.
“You know him. He likes to go dancing. It sounds like they met before he drove her to our home.”
“I guess I shouldn’t be surprised she was out partying too.”
He smiles. “We’ll have to watch the two of them. They’ll give us premature gray hair.”
Grunting, I turn back to the window and stare into the night. Whitney’s moans are like torture, but I grind my teeth together and control all my impulses that would have me barging into the other room and shoving her down on my knot.
Fuck my self-control.
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ASHER
Her moans are the prettiest damn thing I’ve ever heard. My face is buried between her legs and her thighs squeeze my head, trying to keep me right where I am. I run the flat of my tongue over her clit, circling it as I slip two fingers inside of her. Her walls are soft and warm; her slick drenches my hand, and it takes all of my control to keep from ripping my shorts off and thrusting into her. She’s going to come all over my tongue before I fuck her.
Hayden is sucking on her tit, and I watch him bite down. While his teeth are pinching her nipple, I stroke the spot deep inside of her, drawing out a rasped “yesss” from Whitney. Her hips buck, and she presses her cunt against my face. I smirk and tease my tongue through her folds, lapping up every drop of her pleasure like the greedy fuck I am.
