Faith & the Dead End Devils (Sweet Omegaverse, #8)(50)

I could take Chance to the kitchen, coax him into fucking me there...

Instinct rebelled immediately. It was close to King's office, but too full of scents and too open. No, I had a plan.

"Can I go grab Bear?" I asked, chewing on my bottom lip as I walked backwards toward the door, Chance following me.

"From King's office?" Chance asked, brows raising. He glanced over me head to toe, and his smile twitched with humor. "Actually, yeah. I'll meet you guys upstairs?"

I nodded, and Chance smiled warmly at me as I bumped into the doorway. He leaned in, opening it for me, rubbing his cheek to mine.

"Take my towel?" I rasped as cold air-conditioning rushed over my skin, pebbling my nipples.

"You got it, birdy," Chance said. I wasn't sure if he realized who exactly I was intending to bait, but he winked at me and seemed to understand the general idea. Maybe he just thought I would be as tempting to King as I meant to be to Bear.

We parted, heading in opposite directions.

King's office door was open and I slowed as I approached, letting his scent and some of Bear's drift in my direction. My skin flushed further, breasts growing heavy and sore, pussy throbbing as I breathed them in, let my perfume bloom. The voices inside paused, and I stepped through, keeping my gaze down to avoid King's.

"Fa—Butterfly, you okay?" Bear asked.

He was seated in front of King's desk, and I hurried there, aware of the sharp points of my nipples now visible through my bikini top, my arousal pooling more than the swimsuit could really contain, my perfume heavy around me.

I ignored King's shadow behind his desk, pretended my entire focus was Bear, and reached his side. Without hesitating, I climbed over the arm of the chair and into Bear's lap, straddling him.

Bear stiffened in surprise, and I moaned as I pressed myself down. "Heat's starting," I gasped out.

It was true. The effect of pressure on my clit was immediate, and the resulting blaze inside of me was like a house fire where all the windows had been thrown open. Even though I'd come with a goal, I forgot about King's presence at my back—his perfect view of my bare skin and barely concealed ass—as I started to rock and grind on Bear. I hid my face in the familiar shoulder and panted out a breath, helping myself to the friction that instinct craved. Bear purred for me and I shuddered.

I would come like this, in front of King, if Bear weren't quick to remove me from the room. Would he let it happen, just to tempt his friend? His hands grasped my thighs, and he pushed me down for one second. Behind me a soft rumble sounded, and I wasn't sure if it was a growl or a purr.

"I need to go," Bear said, hauling me up in his arms, holding me in place even as I squirmed into him. "Only call for emergencies."

"Got it," King's strangled voice answered.

Bear backed us up for a moment, then turned on his heel, and I looked at the other alpha for the first time. His knuckles were white, gripping the arms of his chair, eyes immediately fastened to mine, dark and angry and…yes, hungry. I worked myself against Bear's growing erection and wet my lips, gasping as I stared back at King. Bear wrapped an arm around my hips and pressed me to him even harder, offering relief and more fuel to my needy sounds. Then we slipped into the hall and out of sight, leaving King behind to his resentment.

Bear hurried toward the stairs and stopped before we crossed in front of the main doors, twisting and pinning me to the cold, flat wall.

He dug his hips into mine, growling into my ear. "You are a wicked girl, aren't you? I should deny you my knot for that game," Bear teased.

"Why?" I answered in a breathless whisper, leaning back to gaze up at him as he continued his slow grind. "Aren't we on the same team? Fuck me here."

Bear's laugh was low and dangerous. "So he can hear you? Smell you? Think about what it would be like to drop you onto his own knot?"

I whined and nodded. I'd liked the look in King's eyes, liked the idea of him watching me sink onto Bear's cock right in front of him, not touching or speaking, needing me and denying us both.

Bear swallowed hard at my nod, glanced down the hall like he was considering my offer, and then back over his shoulder, scowling.

"Too dangerous. Dunno if the Wasted are coming back." That sobered me a little, but then Bear's eyes lit up as he added, "But I can do this."

He shifted and I gasped as he pushed my swimsuit crotch aside, thrusting two fingers inside of me without preamble. I cried out in approval, squirming on the digits, and he pressed his thumb to my clit, letting me find my own release on his hand like he was just another toy for my use. I could see the corner of the double doors on my left, could turn my head to the right and stare at the beam of light over the carpet from King's office.

I grew louder for the hell of it, letting the reluctant alpha hear me whine and whimper and moan on Bear's fingers. A shadow stood in the doorway, stretching across the dingy hall carpet. He was listening—listening and not closing the door on us. Just wanting. Would he step into the hall to watch?

Bear pushed his thumb in a slow, hard circle, callous digging in, and I came with an honest, soft cry of release, shuddering and collapsing against his chest.

"More," I hissed as Bear pulled his fingers free.

"More," he agreed. "But in the nest. Not out here."