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She doesn't.
“Sera. Take your eyes off them and look at me, please.”
Slow. Reluctant. She looks. Her amber eyes lock on mine and the shadows under them are even worse up close.
“You’re wanted, Sera.”
She scoffs. “I look after myself. Your omegas need you more.”
Your omegas?“I don’t like the way you say that. They’reouromegas. You’re as much their scent-match as we are.”And we’re more to each other than you might know.
“You and I both know I can’t give them what they need,” she says.
She really can’t see.“They need you. Both Aubrey and Espie have reached for you. We need you. I need you. I should have said it a week ago. That’s on me but I'm saying it now. We need you. We want you.”
Her breath catches. Once. She covers it fast. “I can't do this conversation right now, Lex.”
“If you don’t believe my words, or my cock. Then believe this.”
I’ll show her how wrong she is.
Show her how wrong we’ve all been until there’s nothing left in her that doubts how badly she’s wanted.
Chapter Twenty-Four
Lex
Ilean down and devour her mouth.
I hadn’t realized how badly I wanted this until the door opened and suddenly there was no part of me willing to stay on the other side.
I kiss my alpha the way I’d read a sentence I’d waited my whole life to understand.
Slowly.
With reverence.
Without looking away.
She makes a small sound against my lips, like a held breath finally getting out. She fists my cardigan and pulls me closer and she tastes like coffee and something uniquely her.Hmm, delicious.
I slide my hand into her hair. Her curls give and spring back against my fingers. Denser than I imagined, warmer, alive. Her scent goes straight into the base of my skull and hooks. Her body fits against mine like perfectly. She tilts her chin up only the smallest bit to keep her mouth on mine.
I press her back against the counter. Hard. Both my thighs against hers, my chest crushing the soft give of her breasts through her shirt, my cock thick and obvious against her taut belly. I want her to know how serious I am. I want her to feel exactly what she's doing to me. She shifts her hips and a hot, slow pulse of heat rolls through me.
Gods. Don't. Don't lose it. Stay with her.
I find her tongue and she meets me. Properly meets me. She slides her tongue against mine, slick and hot, and she tastes the way her scent tastes, and I tighten my grip on her hair. She makes another small sound against my mouth. Lower. Hungrier.
With her other hand she digs harder into my chest, knuckles right over my sternum like she's trying to hold me there. The muscle in her thigh, where she's pressed against me, releases. Softens against my leg. She's strong. I feel it in the pure compact density of her against me, the lean alpha build of her shoulders under my hand. She's strong and she's letting me hold her up against the counter like she's not.
The fact that she's letting me have this wrecks me. This strong female is giving for me. A rumble starts low in my chest. The moment it's out, Kev purrs for her too. A deeper note drawingcloser. Ezra's scent shifts beside me. Woodsmoke gone darker. I know that one too. Approval. Yes.
I pull back. I have to. I'm breathing hard. Her eyes are wide and her mouth is wet from mine, and the flush is high on her cheeks and down her throat, but her gaze hasn't softened. She's still watching me. Still measuring. Like she's waiting for the line that comes next, the one that lets us both off the hook.Sorry, got carried away.Or worse, the laugh. The laugh that says of course this wasn't real. She's bracing for this to end.
“Sera.” Her name leaves me hoarse. I have a doctorate in English and her name is the only word I find.
Ezra brings his hand up to her jaw and turns her face toward his. His kiss is harder than mine. He catches her lower lip in his teeth and she gasps and he takes the gasp into his mouth and presses deeper. I hear the shape of the question even though he doesn't speak.Is this still all right. Is this. Is this.
