Page 29 of The Pack Next Door (The Wolfverse #4)

Briar

Mads was being very distracting.

Pay that tax bill , I told myself, my eyes straying over the top of the laptop for what felt like the umpteenth time.

Pay the bill and that invoice, then contact the web developer about the…

My train of thought promptly derailed, going crashing through the bushes as I watched Mads’ bicep flex.

Tap, tap, tap . Each time he moved his hand, the muscles tensed and then relaxed.

The catering budget for the launch needs to be approved.

It felt like a war was being waged between my senses and my logical mind, and I wasn’t sure which one I wanted to win. Then a thin trickle of sweat slid down my spine. I was hot and clammy when we arrived, the sun already perilously hot, but it wasn’t summer that had me overheating.

Shit.

I could almost feel the cool of the forest. It tried to lure me out like a siren might a sailor. Just like a sailor, part of me wanted to dive right in. Take fur, launch myself out of my bedroom window, and run and run until the gloom of the shadows between the trees swallowed me.

Knowing Mads would follow hot on my heels.

What would’ve happened if he was the one to find me last night? Those hands that held his phone, that strove to lighten my load. What if they spanned my waist and swept upwards? His eyes staring into mine, his head dropping down by increments, right before?—

Shit, my heat was coming back.

Jace had told me that his solution would give me some respite, not resolve my heat altogether.

Only… My hand slapped down on my water bottle and I drank down greedy mouthfuls as I remembered exactly what he said.

Each raspy word, every stroke of his fingers, the hot, hot feeling of his seed as he worked it up inside me.

“Everything OK, omega?”

I couldn’t snap at Mads using my designation, not my name, because right now Briar was offline. She was one of the passengers who met a fiery death as my train of thought went up in flames. Perhaps that’s why I was so damn hot.

“Yeah.” My attempt to put him off came out all warbly. “Fine. I’m fine.”

Except if I was, I wouldn’t be sitting on the bed, rubbing my thighs together, would I?

Off the bed, dumping the laptop behind me, I strode out of the room and into the nearby bathroom.

My hands slapped down on the blessedly cool sink.

My claws raked the old enamel, making a disturbing screech of a sound, right as Mads appeared in the doorway.

“You sure about that?”

Fuck, he had to put that hand of his up on the top of the frame, gripping it, his tank top falling away to reveal every damn muscle in his arm and some of his chest. Suddenly, I had images of me pressed against the frame, him looming over me.

A perfectly sensible response rose and died on my lips, replaced by a whine.

He was mine.

Whatever the fates actually were, they’d decided that he and his brothers were the perfect men for me.

That hot flare of lust deep in my pelvis.

He could fan the flames higher and higher, until I was screaming from ecstasy.

There were reasons, very good reasons, why that was a bad idea, but when he let go of the lintel, eyes burning silver, I forgot every single one of them.

“Because right about now.” He settled behind me, one hand by mine on the sink, the other tilting my head upwards, forcing me to look at my reflection. My eyes were as silver as the moon. “You don’t look fine.”

That could’ve been a rude observation, and I had a sharp reply ready, but he had to look down.

Those eyes of his, just as silver, seemed to inspect every inch of me with a kind of possessive air that took my breath away.

A quick glance at me and that cocky smile was back, making clear he knew I was watching.

“Fine is a small word, Briar.” The sound of my name on his lips was like beautiful music to my ears.

“And you deserve something far grander. Beautiful.” The skirts of my dress were slowly inched upwards.

“Intelligent. Accomplished.” His fingers burned a trail up the back of my thighs, forcing them to slide open.

“You’re perfect, my mate, and right as you’re trying to keep it all together, you’re falling apart. ”

“Yes…” I gasped, chest heaving. There wasn’t enough air in the room, the scent of sandalwood and citrus filling my nose. Somehow that was exactly what I needed, sucked in with every breath. “Mads, I?—”

“I know.” The rustle of my dress being bunched around my waist had my thighs rubbing together.

He separated them. A hand was pushed between them, fingers discovering the terrible state of my underwear.

“Omega, you’re soaked.” His eyes met mine in the mirror and I watched that smile form. “I mean, Briar.”

No, omega was right. Whatever was left of my consciousness was burned away by the intensity of my heat sweeping through.

The businesswoman, the friend, the daughter, they were all gone, just leaving this.

My legs spread wide, my cunt grinding helplessly against his fingers, a whole-body shudder wracking me as he gripped my underwear and tore them off with a sharp tug.

They were gone and then there was only him.

Hard, probing fingers giving me everything I needed, and yet not enough. I went to turn around, but his hand went to the back of my neck, forcing me to stay put.

“What did my brother do for you last night?” he asked in a low growl, his fangs flashing in the artificial light.

“What happened out in the forest?” There were no words to answer him.

My brain was offline as my heat raged. A finger tapped the hood of my clit, the vibrations enough to have me squirming, but no more.

“Briar?” My snarl made his grin widen. “Omega. My omega.”

Yes. That.

The wolf was in her element, watching everything taking place like she had predicted it all, but I had no such certainty.

My feet went up onto tiptoes, chasing his touch.

“He…” That was dragged out of me, because last night, it wasn’t this intense.

I could still reason, discuss what was about to happen. “He… made me come.”

“Good.” There was a world of masculine satisfaction in that growl. “More than once?”

His brow cocked upwards, making clear I needed to answer.

“Three…? Maybe four times?”

“So that’s the number I’ve gotta beat. Good to know. How about just a little one first to take the edge off?”

Little one? I didn’t get to reply, his finger moving in slow circles over my clit. The touch was light, almost too light to accomplish his goal, but when I went to grind down on him, his arm went around my waist.

“Uh uh. Don’t want you getting oversensitive too soon. You don’t need a lot of friction.” His nose brushed along my neck. “You’re so damn close.”

At his words, I realised I was. Like an arrow pulled back, the tension in the bowstring made it almost impossible to do anything other than let go.

My breath came in pants, my view in the mirror hazy, but my fangs flashed in the mirror as pleasure licked my body like flames, stinging so sweetly, right before he pushed me over the edge into burning.

A thumb was pushed inside me the moment my cunt began to twitch. That additional stimulation drew a snarl from me, my head hanging down as a wave of pleasure rose up and smashed through me.

“That’s one.” When my eyes opened, I looked impossibly tired, yet Mads was somehow energised by it all.

He grinned, right before he pulled his hand away and then licked it clean with all the care a cat might.

“Gods, I knew you’d taste good, but I had no idea how much.

Did Jace go down on you?” A little nod was all I could muster.

“Then stay right where you are, pretty girl, because it’s my turn now. ”

He ducked under my skirt, the cotton swirling around my legs, right before he pushed his way between them, then I felt the first flick of his tongue.

A tiny prayer of gratitude at his foresight for not pushing me too hard, my clit sang with every pass.

My moans were wordless, helpless, competing with the lewd sound of his mouth, right before his lips closed around my clit.

Intense and yet not overstimulating, I fought to keep up with him.

Pull after pull, each time created sparks of white light before my eyes.

I was losing control, tugged out to sea by him with each suck, when he sought to anchor me.

A finger pushed inside me, grazing that intensely sensitive spot that burned inside me, I made a sound of protest when he pulled free.

My hands raked at my skirts, ready to shove him right back where he was, before one finger became two.

Splitting me open, raking across my inner walls, each pass dragging animalistic noises from the depths of me. I rocked against his hand, knowing no dildo would ever substitute for this. Real, warm flesh, the electricity it created, made this so much more intense.

“Is this what he did?” I let out a helpless sob as Mads pulled his face away. “Is this what happened with Jace in the forest?”

“Yes.” It felt like a whole other animal controlled me right now. I looked down, stroking my hand through his hair, right before I pushed that insolent face where it belonged. “But if you keep doing that, I’ll forget him and only think about you.”

The vibrations of his hum of satisfaction were almost too much, but then his tongue lashed my clit. Not playing anymore, the rhythm got faster and faster. I moved in tiny little motions against him, the small gap backwards making the thrust forward so much better.

“I’m going to come…” My body felt swollen, bloated with pleasure, and yet the rake of his fingers inside me had me wanting more.

Hard and pressing against that spot with every pass, which made me want to burst. Some intense liquid sensation was building within me, and I wasn’t sure what the hell it was. “Mads…”

“Give it to me, Briar. Give everything you’ve got.”

This was like being shoved out a window.

The moment of free fall exhilarating but terrifying.

My fingers burrowed into his hair, not letting him come up for air, but there was no need.

His tongue pulled away, his thumb taking up the job of stroking my clit, right as he moved deeper between my thighs.

Something soft, mobile, pierced me, his jaw moving back and forth.

Fuck…

I stared into the mirror, seeing fur prickle across my skin, then recede as I bared my fangs. Orgasm smashed into me, dragging a scream from my depths.

As I recovered, Mads licked me very carefully, resulting in the softest, sweetest of orgasms that was little more than a sigh. Enough to have my feet wavering, though. He was up and sweeping me into his arms seconds later.

“That’s three.”

“Mads, I?—”

“Two more,” he promised, carrying me back to my room. “Then I’ll slather my seed on you and give you a bit of respite.”

I couldn’t even bring myself to argue. My instincts had the wheel and they weren’t relinquishing it for anything. Perhaps not even after two more orgasms.