Page 142 of Heat & Deceit
I narrow my eyes but decide to play along. “Yes, sir.”
“Good girl,” the three of them say at once, making my core clench hard with need. Slick gushes out of my cunt, the needy bitch, and Rome shoves his bare thigh between my legs. My wet skin slides over his, and his hands fall to my hips.
“Dinner—”
“Can wait one second,” Rome tells Javi, gripping me hard and grinding my pussy over his leg. “Nova needs some relief.” And then he tugs me over his leg again, biting his lip when I gasp at the brush of friction over my clit.
“Use him,” Ly tells me, suddenly pressing against my back, his cock digging into my ass. He grabs my throat and tips my head back, capturing my mouth in a rough kiss before whispering, “Grind that sweet cunt over him until you come.”
And like he’s suddenly unleashed something inside of me, I roll my hips over Rome’s muscled thigh, not caring about how desperate and needy the noises escaping me sound. Not giving a damn about how I’m using his leg to get off. Without shame, I ride Rome’s leg while Ly releases my neck to tease my tits. One hand tugs while the other kneads. One hand tweaks while the other soothes. The friction between my legs builds until a tiny gasped, “yes,” slips past my lips. Rome uses his hold on my hips to move and grind my cunt up and down his leg, faster than I could manage on my own.
A cry rips from my lips, and my legs clamp around Rome’s as I buck, hitting my clit over and over until tingles race down my spine and my cum coats his skin.
“Time to eat,” Ly whispers in my ear. “And maybe, for dessert, you can sit on Rome’s face.” Rome purrs in agreement.
Javi sighs. “As much as I hate to stop the show, we should eat before it gets cold.”
“Always the responsible one,” Rome teases. His hands squeeze my hips, and he eases his leg from between my thighs. The air cools the moisture coating my legs, and I shiver. “I’ll be sure to save some room for dessert.”
* * *
It’s hard to eat with the promise of incoming orgasms, but I have a feeling they’d hold out on me until I ate at least a little bit. The food is delicious, but I’m too wrapped up in watching the guys interact. I’ve rarely seen them all together. Ly cracks jokes or says something that makes Javi and Rome glare at him. Javi tells us about how Rome’s parents practically shit bricks when he showed up to inform them they were fired. Rome remains stoic, but his lips turn up at the edges while he listens to his friends. Occasionally, one of them will turn to check on me. Their heated gazes sweep over my bare skin.
They notice me.
And I’m not at all embarrassed that I’m still naked. If anything, I’m loving that, despite how wrapped up they seem in the story, they can’t help but glance over at me. I’m content to observe them as something warm and comforting settles inside of me. The last time I watched a pack of alphas that were meant to be mine around a table...things were so different. It’s almost laughable how different these alphas are. With the old pack, I would’ve been dismissed as soon as my food was gone. I would’ve found my way to my room to sit and wonder what I was doing wrong.You’re not good enough.
The shadow of those words hangs heavy over the happiness I felt moments ago.
“Nova?” Javi’s concern pulls me out of my head.
I look at him and try a smile, but it’s forced.
“What’s wrong?” Rome’s arm drops around my shoulders, and he leans against me, inhaling. “You’re sad.”
Cursed scent. Am I not allowed to wallow in my own self-doubt without the whole world knowing?
“I’m okay,” I reassure them. “I was only thinking about my old pack.” Displeased growls fill the room, but I hold up a hand. “And how wonderful you guys are.” I shrug and tip my head to look up at Rome. He hasn’t claimed me yet, but there’s not a single ounce of worry that he won’t.
His eyes darken slightly as he senses my thoughts, and his fingers trace over the marks Ly and Javi left behind. “Is it wrong that I hate them for hurting you, but at the same time, I’m glad you found your way to us?” Rome asks.
That mix of emotion is how I feel about my addiction. I hate it, but at the same time, I’m thankful for the escape it provided. It’s fucked up, I know that, but it is what it is. I reach up and cup Rome’s jaw.
“And to think I was determined to resist your charms.”
“Should’ve known that wouldn’t work when you met me,” Ly quips.
“Always so humble,” Javi mutters with a laugh.
Rome grabs my hand and places a tender kiss in the center of my palm, blue eyes holding mine.
I release a soft sigh and melt against his side. “I’m horny.”
The three of them burst out laughing at my brazen confession, but I won’t be deterred. Rome is going to claim me, and I’m tired of the delay. Rome tugs me into his lap, scooping his arms beneath my legs and picking me up bridal style. I start to protest that he won’t be able to carry me, but then he stands, sturdy and not at all strained.
“I’m going to take care of our woman,” he tells the others before carrying me out of the room. I wrap my arms around his neck, stop worrying about being too heavy, and allow myself to be held.
One thing I’ve noticed with these alphas is how I don’t shy away from their touch or affection. That’s something I never thought would be possible.
