Page 184 of Candy & Her Saints


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Thomas throws his arms around my thighs to stop my knees from buckling. I let go of Thomas’ hair, slumping forward. He carefully pulls off the strap-on, giving it a final lick, before kissing the tip, as if in thanks.

My eyes are blown wide at the sight.

I hurriedly lean to rub Thomas’ shoulders, before stroking his mussed up hair back into place. “Are you okay? Shall I get you a drink? You were perfect, good Alpha.”

Thomas blushes, but I know that he needs the praise after a scene.

He’s spent years being told that he was bad by his dad, Richard, and at the Alpha Center.

I will never stop telling him that he’s good, until he believes it.

“I only need you.” Thomas’ voice is rough, and I love that I’ve done that to his throat. I’ll make him honey tea later to soothe it. He swipes the tears from his cheeks with a furrowed brow like he didn’t even know that he’d been crying. “You’ll be able to fuck our Omega with the same cock that fucked me — was inside me first. Do you know how turned on that makes me?”

“Turned on enough to come. Do you want me to…?”

“Too late.”

My eyes widen in shock. I look down at Thomas’ crotch, which is stained.

Thomas has already come in his pants, just from giving me pleasure.

Fuck, that’s hot.

Thomas pushes himself to his feet. Instantly, he couldn’t look less submissive. He grabs me by the hair and pulls me into a hard kiss. Our teeth clash, and our tongues entwine.

I melt.

Suddenly, there’s a whistle from the doorway.

Thomas lets go of me with a final stroke of my hair.

I turn to the doorway.

Lincoln leans against the wall, lazily scanning between us and then up and down me. “Shit, back in the academy, this was literally my number three jerk off fantasy.”

Lincoln’s dressed in a black suit with silver waistcoat. The suit sleeve, however, is ripped, and his curls are tousled.

He looks like he’s been mauled by a wolf.

“You should have been here a minute ago,” I tease, “then you’d have seen your number one fantasy.”

Lincoln gapes at us for a minute, darting his gaze between my strap-on and Thomas’ swollen lips, before he winks. “Then I demand a repeat performance.”

“Later,” Thomas replies. “First tell me why you look like you lost a fight with a wolf. Is that a tear on your sleeve? Your waistcoat is missing two buttons. Do you need me to increase your clothes allowance? I am rather important as the mayor now. My bodyguard needs to look immaculate.”

“Yes, sir.” Lincoln mock salutes, strolling closer. He grips me by the chin and kisses me. I reach up and tuck back the stray curl that always falls over his face behind his ear. I attempt to smooth down his hair but give it up as a bad job. “Unfortunately, it wasn’t a wolf but something much scarier — a heat crazed Ghost. I came to warn you. Shit, we have about thirty seconds before…”

I hear the growling first.

Deep, rumbling, and feral.

It pulls at something deep inside me.

Thomas’ head snaps up at the same time as mine does. We both turn to the door.

Then the scent hits me: white chocolate truffle, richer than I’ve smelled before.

Ghost’s pheromones are so strong that they punch the breath from me. They’re strong enough to knock Thomas to his knees and push him over the edge into rut. His answering growl resounds around the Omega Chamber.

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