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Chapter 25

Ava

I squirm a little on the comfy, padded seat, feeling like a kid who can’t stay still, intensely aware of the warmth of Caleb’s hand on my thigh.

The best and worst part of my growing connection with this Alpha pack is how much I crave them—and how constant that craving is. I don’t think there’s been a single moment since I came into this house when I haven’t been aroused at some level.

And being in this small dark room with Caleb, laughing with him and learning more about him, has only fanned the ever-present flame of desire that sits low in my belly.

We lapse into silence as the movie continues to play, and I squeeze my thighs together a little, trying to relieve the ache between them. I have some vague notion that I’m being subtle, but that thought gets blown to bits when Caleb starts to purr beside me, a deep vibration in his chest that’s matched by a surge of his chocolate, hazelnut, and caramel scent in the air.

Oh god. He definitely knows .

Since the jig is most definitely up, I stop trying to hide what I’m doing, reaching down between my legs to slide my fingers over my clit. The rush of relief and pleasure is instantaneous, but before I can repeat the motion, Caleb’s hand leaves my leg so that his long, masculine fingers can wrap around my wrist.

I glance over at him, a guilty flush rising in my cheeks—but he’s smiling at me, clearly not upset.

“That’s my job,” he tells me, his voice hushed as the characters on the screen continue to talk. “There are four Alphas in this house whose only goal is to take care of you, sweetheart. Whenever you need it. However you need it.”

He releases my wrist as he finishes speaking, then slips his hand between my legs to replace mine. His fingers move confidently as he finds my clit through the fabric of my pants, and I moan, opening my legs wider to give him room to maneuver.

Even though this is a private movie theatre inside their house, it feels illicit and thrilling to be doing this here and now. Caleb and I both keep our eyes on the screen in front of us, but I don’t think either of us are really paying attention to it anymore—at least, I know I’m not. All I can focus on is the delicious pressure on my clit and the way Caleb’s scent fills my nostrils every time I suck in a deep breath.

“I can feel how wet you are,” he whispers. It’s barely audible over the sounds of the movie, but it makes me shiver anyway. He sounds so hungry, as if just knowing that I’m soaked has him turned on beyond belief.

“I am,” I whimper, undulating my hips against his hand. “I can’t help it. Oh god, Caleb.”

His fingers pull away from my clit, but only long enough for his hand to snake down beneath the waistband of my pants. With nothing between us, I’m acutely aware of the warmth of his skin as his fingers find my clit again. I’m so wet that he doesn’t even have to slide them inside me to coat them. They glide easily over my slippery flesh, and with each circle, he increases the pressure and speed.

My hands clench around the armrests of my chair, my thigh muscles tensing as the pleasure inside me breaks with the suddenness of a rubber band snapping. My mouth drops open on a breathy moan as I ride it out, shuddering and shaking through my climax.

I’m panting in the aftermath, and Caleb slowly drags his fingers away from my clit.

“I need to taste you,” he groans. “You smell so sweet.”

He withdraws his hand from my pants, and I can’t help but turn toward him to watch as he raises his fingers to his lips. He sticks them in his mouth and sucks on them, and my whole body reacts to the sight—not just the way his cheeks hollow around his fingers, but the way his bright blue eyes gleam with lust as he samples my arousal.

Before I know what I’m doing, I’m crawling out of my chair and onto his, straddling his lap. He pulls his fingers from his mouth, and half a second later, our lips crash together.

I can taste myself on him.

It tastes fucking amazing, especially mixed with his heady, sweet Alpha scent, and I lick into his mouth, trying to get more of it. He kisses me back with the same fervor, and the two of us work together to tug off my shirt and get rid of my pants and panties.

It takes a bit of maneuvering, which is made a lot more difficult by the fact that neither of us seem willing to stop kissing long enough to undress. In between heated kisses, I drag his shirt over his head, and he undoes his pants and shoves them down.

His cock juts out from his body, and I can’t resist teasing my fingers along his length, making him groan as he palms the back of my head to kiss me again.

“Put me inside you,” he murmurs, nipping my lower lip.

“We’ll make a mess,” I warn. I’m already dripping. I can feel it sliding down my inner thighs, smearing over his lap where I’m straddling him. “Are you sure? These are nice seats.”

He pulls back a little, his gentle features shifting into heated amusement. “Seats can be cleaned. And even if they couldn’t, I wouldn’t care at all if you make a mess. In fact, I hope you do.”

As if to prove his point, he grabs my hips and moves me against him, making more of my arousal drip down between us. I decide to take him at his word—partly because I’m sure he and his pack can afford to replace or clean the chair, and partly because I need this too bad to stop, no matter what kind of mess we make.

I lift my hips a little, fisting his cock and guiding him to my entrance. But before I can sink down on him, Caleb stops me, his grip tightening on my hips.

“Wait,” he whispers.

I freeze.

Did he change his mind? Decide he’d rather not risk messing up the seat?

As if in answer to my silent question, Caleb lifts me up. But instead of depositing me on my feet, he turns me around and then settles me back on his lap, my legs draped over his and my back resting against his chest.

His breath tickles my ear as he murmurs, “I don’t want you to miss the movie. This is a good part.”

I’m about to tell him that this —the feel of his cock pressed against my ass, hard and throbbing—is the good part, but before I can, he shifts my position a little so that the head of his shaft finds my entrance.

He slides inside, using his hold on my hips to pull my body tight against his, and the only words I can manage to utter are, “Oh. Ohhh .”

“Fuck, you feel so good. Keep your eyes on the screen, sweetheart,” Caleb instructs as his hands start to roam over me.

He plays with my breasts, tugging lightly at my nipples before massaging the soft mounds of flesh with his hands. He can’t thrust very hard from this position, but he rolls his hips, sliding partway in and out, and the feel of it makes me melt against him even more.

The hand that was between my legs when we were sitting side by side finds my clit again, and the feel of him working the sensitive little nub while he’s buried inside me is so much better than it was before. My inner walls clench around him as my body responds to his touch, and he groans, his fingers moving faster.

It’s like a current flowing through both of us, each of us feeding the other’s pleasure, and even though I’m looking toward the front of the little movie theater, I might as well be watching a blank screen.

My head rests on Caleb’s shoulder, and the flickering light from the big screen on the wall in front of us plays over my pale skin as he fucks me. It feels incredible, slow and deep and perfect, and I can’t help looking down to watch his cock slide in and out of my pussy. His shaft is thick and veiny, and it glistens with arousal every time he pulls out. I can feel my slick dripping down between us, and I know there will be a wet spot on the chair when we finish.

“So sweet,” Caleb murmurs, dragging his nose along the curve of my neck. “I never knew an Omega could smell this good until we met you. I can’t get enough of you, sweetheart. I think about you all the fucking time.”

I shiver against him, reaching up to loop one arm around the back of his neck. “I think about you too. I never knew Alphas could be like this. That you could make me feel… protected. Safe. Cherished.”

I don’t mention the other Alpha who once made me feel the opposite of all those things. I don’t want to speak Marcus’s name again, and I’ve already spent too much time today thinking about him. I can tell that Caleb picks up on the words I’m not saying, though, because the kisses he’s pressing to my neck become even more gentle and tender, as if he’s trying to make up for all the hurt I’ve ever endured in the past.

“You’ll always be safe with us,” he murmurs roughly. “I promise.”

That declaration affects me almost as much as his fingers on my clit do. For maybe the first time in my life, I let go entirely, trusting that he’ll take care of me. I didn’t even realize that some part of me was still unconsciously trying to hold back, to keep some walls up around my heart, but as those walls drop, the pleasurable sensations rushing through me seem to multiply. It hits me like a tidal wave crashing down over a beach, and I arch against Caleb, one hand latching on to his wrist while the other slides through his thick blond hair.

“Oh fuck!” I whimper, the movie completely forgotten by now. “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck . I need your knot. Please, Caleb. Oh god, I need it. Fill me up.”

He groans, his hands settling on my hips to give him more leverage as he works me up and down on his cock in time to his thrusts. “Goddamn, Ava. You ready for this?”

“Yes,” I whine. “I want to feel you knot me. I need your cum inside me. I want all of it.”

I’m not the only one shaking from the intensity of the need and pleasure I’m feeling. Caleb’s body shudders beneath mine, and when the knot at the base of his cock starts to swell, I know what to expect this time. Not only that, but my Omega instincts crave it even more strongly than before. When he brings me down to meet his next stroke, I slam myself onto his knot, letting out a keening wail as it lodges itself inside me, locking us together.

“ Fuck .” His curse sounds like it’s torn from somewhere deep inside him as he floods me with his release, making heat spread through my lower body. He pulses against me, like he’s still trying to thrust a little but can’t because of his knot, and his fingers keep playing with my clit, sending me hurtling into another climax.

This time, I turn my head in time to bury my face in his neck as I come, muffling my whimpers and moans against his deliciously warm skin.

“That… that was…”

I can’t get my mouth to work. Or at least, I can’t get it to form full sentences, so I give up on trying and just kiss his neck instead, letting his scent and taste overwhelm my senses.

“I hope you were going to say ‘good.’” Caleb chuckles, his voice low and warm. “Because I’ve never felt anything so perfect.”

“Perfect is a… good way to describe it,” I pant quietly, still trying to get my breath back.

With his knot buried inside me, Caleb slows the movements of his fingers on my clit, but he doesn’t stop altogether. It’s not enough to push me toward another climax yet, but it keeps a soft hum of pleasure buzzing through my veins.

“I’m glad,” he murmurs, his purr caressing my ears. “Because we’ll be here for a little while, and I intend to make you come at least twice more while I’ve got you knotted. The movie may be done, but I’m not.”

I laugh, looking up at the screen to realize that the credits are rolling. Somewhere in the middle of all of that, the movie ended, and I didn’t even notice.

“That sounds good to me.” I crane my neck to look up at him, clenching around his knot. “And I was thinking… maybe movie nights could become a regular thing. If you want.”

Caleb beams at me, looking so pleased by my suggestion that it makes my heart race.

“I think that’s a great idea,” he murmurs, dropping his head to kiss me as his fingers start working me up toward my third orgasm of the night. “I’d love to.”

I know there would be no chance of containing my smile, so I don’t even try.