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Her lips are soft and sweet, with a lingering waxy aftertaste from her lipstick—which she managed to mostly eat by chewing on her lips on the way here. Her natural taste is a kick to my nuts. Not only sweet but also spiced. Not an omega’s taste—not sure why I expected that—but a true delta’s. I’d heard about that—that they taste differently—but I’d never kissed one until now.
Different from most people I’ve been attracted to—but perfectly hot and gorgeous, she melts against me, opening her mouth to me, and fuck yeah, when our tongues collide and writhe, it’s fucking awesome.
It makes me even harder, so hard my dick is screaming at me to be let out and join in the fun.
When we finally come up for air, Roman grabs her chin and turns her toward him. She falls into another kiss as I watch, my dick throbbing, trying to bore a hole through my pants.
And then it’s Kyrian’s turn, Brinlee climbing over Roman to get to him—actually crawling over Roman who gasps and curses as she obviously settles on top of his hard-on—to cup Kyrian’s face and pull him down to kiss him. She shifts on Roman’s lap, making him moan, and her scent changes to one of arousal.
Spicy chili and sweet peaches, and fuck, this girl… Spicy, all right. I knew it when I saw her performing on the stage and giving us a lap dance at the club, I just knew that under that quiet wallflower, bookworm exterior hid a naked flame.
Finally, she breaks the kiss with Kyrian who looks half-stunned and then ravenous, turns back to Roman, and slides her hands into his short hair, tugging his head back so she can kiss him again.
Holy shit…
She’s barely done with him when I haul her back to me, needing to touch her. I bury my face in her neck, drawing in her natural perfume, running my hands over her arms, but then she produces a hurt sound that has me pulling back to look into her eyes.
“What is it?” I demand. “What’s wrong?”
She clutches at me. “I’m afraid.”
“Of me?”
“Of falling.”
I’m not sure what she’s still so scared of. What she’s still hiding. But I know one thing…
“We’re here. Fly, girl, and if you fall, we’ll catch you. I promise.”
We’re kissing again. She’s climbing on top of me now, and I know why Roman kept groaning. She feels so fucking good, pressing down on my hard-on, and my dick is ecstatic.
Yeah, finally, yeah…
“Brin,” I manage between kisses, “what do you want? Nothing has to happen, but please answer me, so I can tell my dick what to expect.”
She laughs quietly. “Tell your dick I’d love to meet.”
“God fuck, yeah.” I try to control myself. “Are you sure? We don’t have to do anything. We can take care of you, pleasure you.”
“That would be our pleasure,” Roman says with a chuckle.
“Damn right,” Kyrian agrees.
She’s panting softly, her cheeks and the top of her tits flushed pink. “I want… sex.” She swallows, licks her lips. “Yesterday with Sawyer was my first time. I know,” she lifts a hand when I open my mouth to speak, “that most girls my age aren’t virgins. And well, I’m not one either, not anymore. I loved it with Sawyer, and…and I’d love to try it with you, too.”
“We’ll have plenty of opportunities,” I say.
She shakes her head, a sad expression entering her eyes. Why does it feel like she thinks we’ll never do this again? It’s like a goodbye act.
But the guys’ eyes are shining with interest, and maybe I’m reading too much into this. She wants sex, and why not? She had a taste of it with Sawyer and wants more. Until she gets to know us better, she won’t trust whatever I tell her, so I’d better show her—with my dick who is really pleased with this development—how well I can take care of her.
“Well,” I say, “we don’t fool around without precautions, not until you’re part of our pack.”
“Arch,” Roman starts but I silence him with a look.
Why beat about the bush? We want her with us. what almost happened tonight at the club only drove that point home.
“Ky, grab a pack of condoms from the nightstand,” I say. “We gotta suit up.”
