Page 23 of An Alpha’s Guide to Finding the One

He picks up on the first ring. “Law? What’s wrong?”

He knows if I’m calling him while at work, something catastrophic must have happened. “I can’t breathe,” I gasp, clutching the phone so tight I worry it might crack.

He snaps into caretaker mode, and the strength in his words stills the frantic energy in my body just enough that I can sit down without vibrating right off the couch. “Explain in detail exactly what’s going on. If you really can’t breathe, get someone to drive you to the hospital and I’ll round up the pack so we can meet you there.”

“No!” I snap, then take a breath and lower my tone. “I got this crushing feeling of jealousy during our staff meeting. So strong I literally growled mid-meeting. It was completely out of my control. And then a minute or so later the jealousy was replaced with bone-deep panic. The kind that stems from fear. What if my body is telling me something happened to Lainey? After what happened to my mom, I couldn’t…” I trail off, struggling to catch my breath.

Wyatt hums, and it’s a concerned sound. “And now?”

“Huh?”

“What are you feeling right now?” he asks calmly.

I steady my breathing and take stock of my emotions. I am just about to say I’m not feeling anything weird when a wave of arousal crashes over me, turning my cock to stone in an instant and making me bite my fist to muffle a moan. “Still a bit of panic, but I just got hit with arousal. A lot of it.” I grit out.

There’s silence on the other end of the phone for a long moment, and then I hear the telltale hiss of breath that tells me my pack mate is trying not to laugh. “The fuck are you laughing for?” I bark. “It isn’t funny.”

He snorts, finally breaking out into breathless laughter. “Law,” he gasps, laughing even harder now. “Did you stop to consider the emotions you’re feeling aren’t actually yours?”

I stop, because… I had not considered that. I spent the entire morning worrying about Lainey and the second I snapped into work mode it completely slipped my mind that her emotions could feel even stronger than my own at times. “Oh.”

“Yeah, oh.” He teases. “She was clearly feeling jealous, then freaked out because she felt jealous, and now either Rhys or Luck is taking care of her with a little… reassurance. You are Lainey’s scent match and her first and only bond, so it’s natural that you would be feeling her emotions pretty intensely. Especially the strong ones.”

You could knock me over with a feather, I am so relieved. “Cool. So neither of us are dying, I just have to deal with an inconvenient erection for the rest of the day?”

“Got it in one, sugar tits.” He laughs, and I roll my eyes. We have all picked up some of Rhys’s southernisms the last few years, but that one is a favorite with my brother and Wyatt.

I sigh, sitting back while also glaring at the outline of my dick behind my uniform pants. “Well, thanks for answering my call. Sorry it turned out to be nothing.”

“You call, we answer, Law. You know that.”

That finally gets a smile out of me. “Yeah. I know.”

We hang up and I groan loudly, dragging my hands through my hair and dislodging it from its slicked back style. The one time my obsession with scanning Lainey’s emotions should have come in handy, and instead it sent me spiraling into a state of panic so bad I had to call my pack mate.

I wouldn’t trade this bond for anything, but god damn, this woman is going to turn me grey by thirty. Whatever she’s doing, I hope she’s having enough fun for the both of us.

Rhys’s explanation of what a pleasure Dom is and the knowledge that he is one has not even begun to process in my mind before he starts eating my pussy like a man starved. He sucks on my clit until my legs shake before dipping his tongue inside of me, swirling it like he’s trying to get every last drop of slick before it even leaves my core. “Oh my god!” I cry out. My nails are digging into the seat so hard I worry I’m going to rip the leather, but I also can’t find it in myself to care when Rhys is so thoroughly devouring me I feel like my soul might actually leave my body before he’s through.

“You taste un-fucking-real,” he groans into me. His tongue and teeth are everywhere, no part of me untouched by this talented alpha. Unlike my times with Lucky and Wyatt, there is no pheromone fog or imminent meltdown. This is just me and my alpha and his wickedly talented tongue.

My first orgasm hits like a freight train, making my whole body quiver, but Rhys doesn’t stop. If anything, my pleasure seems to encourage him, and he redoubles his efforts, licking and sucking my oversensitive clit. “Such a good fucking girl, coming so sweet for me,” he groans. My feet are planted on the edge of the bench, but he tosses them over his shoulder and pulls me even closer, which I didn’t know was possible. My hands are firmly gripped above my head, but I can’t stop my hips from rolling to meet each thrust of his tongue. “Rhys,” I moan. “That feels so good.”

He pulls back slightly, licking his lips. “Good. But it’s about to feel a whole lot better,” he rumbles before plunging two fingers inside me, curling them inside me in a way that has me seeing stars. I don’t know how many more orgasms I have before my body taps out because I lost count at six, but Rhys wasn’t kidding earlier. When I finally come back to myself I’m a sweating, shaking, crying puddle of omega. Rhys scoops me up, kissing the tears off my cheeks before guiding us back to the same position we were in before, my back to his chest and his hands on my belly. It’s starting to look more like a bump and less like period bloat, which is why I wore leggings today. Nothing else fits comfortably right now.

I know I should get up and offer to return the favor, but any time I try to move Rhys shushes me and guides me back down against him. By the third time, my omega is starting to get a little bit twitchy. She’s pissed we haven’t taken care of our alpha yet after he treated us so well. I tilt my face up to his only to find his cheeks turning a fascinating shade of pink. “Why won’t you let me touch you?” I ask.

Okay, maybe it’s a little bit more whine than question, but my omega is firmly in the driver’s seat right now while my forebrain relaxes in a pool of bliss.

Rhys cheeks only get darker, which is adorable. I never thought I would see this bad boy blush, but now I have and it is everything. He clears his throat, shifting slightly underneath me. “Let’s just say I really liked your taste.”

It takes longer than I would like to admit, but when I finally catch his meaning I gasp, whirling my jellied body around to face him fully. Sure enough, when I glance down there’s a large wet spot on the front of his gray joggers. My perfume, which had just started to settle down, explodes again. The room is filled with the intoxicating combination of warm huckleberry pie and freshly-baked sugar cookies. I point. “Did you..?”

“Come in my pants while eating you out?” He nods. “Yep.”

My grin is so wide it could probably be seen from space. “Wow. I’m flattered.”

“You should be. You taste better than any dessert I’ve ever had. You’ll be lucky if I don’t start demanding to start my days with my face between your gorgeous thighs.”