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His body is warm and smooth and so ridiculously cut. And he isn’t pushing me away.
He isn’t pushing me away.
As if he can read my thoughts and wants to confirm them, Declan hugs me properly, spreading his big hands over my back. “Let me touch you,” he coaxes. “Get you so slick for me. I’m not so good at saying how I feel. But I can show you.”
I whimper again, only narrowly resisting the urge to grab him by his sore shoulders and climb his big body. Declan moves, swiveling his stool to face me entirely. He leans back just far enough to put us face-to-face as he glides his hands around my hips, teasing the sensitive skin under my navel, dipping long fingers into the silky waistband of my lounge pants.
He hangs there. Our gazes collide, and I see that he’s waiting for me to give him permission. Atoning for the last time when he couldn’t.
My consent comes as a desperate whine. “Please, Declan. Touch me.”
He growls quietly, wasting no time. His strong, skilled fingers skim over my bare mound, curling to feel the slick gathering along my slit.
A wide, masculine grin graces his face. “I knew you’d be perfect,” he claims. “Smooth and slick and smelling like a fucking dream?—”
I’m already in a state of utter disbelief when Declan retracts his hand and brings it to my nape. He fists my hair gently, pulling my head back and meeting my gaze with all the calm dominance of a true alpha.
“I’m going to make you come like this,” he informs me. “That’s not because I don’t want to be inside you. It’s because Arch said I can’t fuck until he clears me. And… I haven’t earned you yet. I intend to. Soon. But for now, I want to make you feel good. Nod if you agree, princess.”
I’m panting, my hips writhing slightly against his wrist. I nod.
He gives me his special smile. “That’s our girl.”
chapter
sixty
We wind up lying side-by-side on the living room floor, surrounded by new throw pillows and blankets. I have Meg’s head cushioned on my right biceps; my arm bent to feather my fingers through her hair.
The alpha instincts swirling through me are new. Confusing and thrilling. I can’t seem to stop fussing with her—making sure her hair is free of tangles, checking whether she’s warm enough, listening for the hitch of her breath.
We’re quiet.
That’s also new—usually we smirk or snap at each other.
But I like this too. I can’t remember a time I’ve ever laid in contented silence with another person. It feels natural with Meg, though.
Her perfect perfume spins through the air, the scent distinctly sated. I love that I can tell. I love that I’m the reason she’s satisfied. My Alpha loves it, too. Our tortured edginess feels like a distant memory as I nuzzle my chin against Meg’s temple and watch the morning light stretch over the ceiling.
I thought giving in to this would be much harder. Instead, it just feels like exhaling. Effortless relief.
She’s happy, so I’m happy. I’m happy, so she’s happy. There’s a certain beauty in the simplicity of it.
While the rest of me is completely comfortable here, my cock didn’t get the memo. He’s being a literal dick—throbbing and twitching every time Meg shifts. I reach down to adjust myself and Meg tilts her head back, flashing me a tiny smirk.
“You good?”
I grumble under my breath, burying my face into her crown and inhaling to distract myself. Archer literally said, word-for-word, no sex or orgasms until he clears me. Some bullshit about blood flow? I don’t know. Maybe he’s just a sadist. Either way, it feels like karma I’ve earned. I won’t push it.
My free hand reaches for Meg’s, bringing it to my mouth. What starts out as a sweet kiss to her knuckles turns into me licking between her fingers, sucking the pads.
Fresh perfume swells off her body. I grunt into her hair, tucking her closer. Suddenly, it feels like I have a million things to say to her.
There’s no urgency—I know we’ll have all the time we want. But still, there’s shit I need to know.
“When is your heat supposed to start, baby?”
I feel like the worst alpha in the world that I even have to ask. Arch probably has some color-coded chart pinpointing the exact hour her hormones will spike. I’m sure Ronan has stockpiled presents, just waiting to spoil her appropriately when her pre-heat funk kicks in. And Theo’s sisters have probably given him a whole crash course on courting an omega in heat.
