Page 63 of The Pack Next Door (The Wolfverse #4)

Briar

“Fuck…”

There was nothing better than a man growling that as he pulled back from kissing your lips until they were bruised and puffy.

Well, maybe him staring at your body like it was the finest artwork, his hands touching it with the same reverence.

The shiver I felt as his fingers probed the edge of the mating mark Jace had left on me was pretty damn nice.

I was aware academically that it became a whole new erogenous zone, but the reality was far more potent than the teacher in sex ed had made out.

“Looks good on you, omega.” Mads’ eyes shone as I stiffened, making clear he was deliberately winding me up. That reckless edge softened the longer he looked at me. “Want another one to match it?”

The time for mocking banter was over, but as I considered what he was saying, I knew it’d always be there with Mads. It was the way he negotiated the world. Testing you, poking you to get a reaction, hoping he’d get the right one.

“And tie myself to someone who’s gonna bug me and call me by my bloody designation all the time?” I asked.

His face fell, his hands reaching for my face.

“Briar, I didn’t mean—” I silenced him with a kiss and then a smile. It took him a second to realise what I was doing. “You did not just do that.”

“Tease you about something really, really important?” My smile faded and so did his. “Something you want more than your next breath, but are too uncomfortable with how big it is, so you pass it off as a joke and hope the other person gets it?”

His elbows landed on the tiles beside my head, the water turned off.

“Yeah. That.”

“Then yes, Mads?—”

“Maddox.” With a rueful look, he shook his head. “Mads is a bit of a prick really, but he’s a good front for Maddox to hide behind. Never thought I’d be in a position to say this, but… I’m done hiding, Briar.”

Tracing the line of that strong jaw, feeling the thick stubble scratch at my fingertips, they came to his mouth, my thumb grazing the bottom lip.

“Me too. I’ll be your safe space if you’ll be mine.”

Why couldn’t I meet his eyes as I said those words? Why did it take his hand tilting my chin up to make that happen? It felt like we were two scarred warriors preparing for one last fight.

The one that would define the rest of our lives.

“There is nothing I want more than that, my mate. If you need more time…” I shook my head slowly.

“If you’re ready?” At my nod, he scooped me up and ran us through the living room and into a nearby room, his scent of sandalwood and citrus marking it as his.

“Fuck…” He sat down on the bed, me straddling his hips. “If Jace mated you, you might be sore.”

“There’s an ache.” I drew his hand down and placed it low on my hips. He took over, rubbing small circles there. “It gets worse every time I’m around you, but… you’re the only one that can ease me.”

My intention was to slip down between his legs and lavish some attention on the hard cock that had poked at me through our entire shower, but he stopped me midway.

“There is no fucking way I can let you go down on your knees for me,” he growled.

“Fine.” I swung a leg over his head and he greeted the sight of me with an appreciative growl that turned to a hiss as I licked a stripe up his dick. “We do this together.”

“This is the kinda group work I can get behind.”

Usually a sixty-nine was super awkward. I’d either be so focussed on getting my partner off, I couldn’t feel what he was doing, or I’d be forced to hunch up to get to him.

Not now. My mouth descended at the same time he pulled me down onto his face, our tongues flicking out in perfect sync. My pleasure was his and his mine.

Salty seed oozed free of the head and I licked it away, going back for more, more. His fingers buried themselves in my hips, marking me in more than one way today, and I’d wear those tiny bruises with pride due to what they represented.

He was my mate.

My hand wrapped around the base of his cock, teasing his knot by swivelling in a circle on the part of the shaft just above it.

The way his hips lifted slightly, obviously wanting more, had me smiling, right as my mouth stretched wide to take the head.

That was the moment his mouth surrounded my clit.

I was so damn sensitive. Two, maybe three sucks and I was already on the brink of coming.

A single finger, sliding across my entrance, had me letting out a muffled whine.

His cock jumped at the vibrations, more pre-cum filling my mouth.

I swallowed it, him, the sensation of my tongue flattening on the underside and pushing it hard against the roof of my mouth, forced his fingers inside me.

But they weren’t enough.

I’d have to throw away all my knotted dildos because now I knew what it really felt like, no fake knot would cut it.

My cunt ground down on his fingers, forcing myself harder into his mouth.

He made clear just how good he thought that was, sucking harder, faster, but right as I was about to come, he pulled free.

I was thrown down on the bed, wide eyed and staring as my body shook from a weak precursor of the bliss that was about to come.

“Briar.” I shifted focus, staring up at him.

“That’s it, baby. Eyes on me.” When his body covered mine, my hands slapped down on his shoulders, not wanting him to pull free.

“Look, I promise a life of multiple orgasms. Like you can count every single one of them before I knot you and I’ll try to beat it?—”

“Maddox.” He blinked, staring down at me. “That’s not what I need.” Touching his face then, it was as if I was first learning the shape of one I’d gaze at for the rest of my life. “I just need you. Now, yeah?”

“Fuck, yes.”

I was scooped up and held close, our hands meeting between us, the move to feed his cock into me our first joint project as a pack. The first intrusion had me hissing. “Shit, Briar, you’re hurting,” he said.

“Only from wanting this a little too much.” My nails pricked his skin. “Don’t you dare pull out. I…” My hips moved and yep, I was pretty sensitive, but not from being rubbed raw. “It’s like being knotted is making parts of myself come to life and it’s… really intense.”

“Intense good or bad?” That came out as a growl. “I need to know, omega.”

“Can’t you tell?”

Our eyes locked together then, and he caught every single one of my reactions, just like I did his. Brows creased and a slow smile spread across his face. Completely different to his usual cocky smile, he nodded.

“Yeah, I can.”

Our lips locked because right now we needed to be connected in every way we could be. Our tongues tied tight, our hands gripping the other, right as our hips pulsed, forcing him deeper and deeper. Into more than just my body, it felt.

“I can feel?—”

“I know.” He grit that out between clenched teeth.

“You’re—”

“Right there with you, my mate.” Mate, that word was the key that unlocked the last chain around my heart.

Beating frantically, it made this clear.

It was scarred and beat up from everything that had happened since I left Moon River, but that only made it stronger.

“Just let me in, Briar. Let me in and I’ll?—”

“You’re already in.”

It felt like my cunt flexed, pulsing open and he surged forward, the pop of his knot brutal and beautiful at the same time. A spurt of cum helped soothed overstimulated tissues, right before I began to move.

“Just like that,” he crooned. “Fuck, you feel amazing.”

Locked tightly in his arms, with anyone other than my mates it could’ve been suffocating. Instead, I felt safe, protected against the whole world. My lips found his neck, my fangs grazing against his skin and that had him stiffening, then thrusting impossibly deeper.

“Now?” he asked in a strangled gasp. “Fuck, Briar, I can’t hold back anymore. I need?—”

“Now,” I confirmed, sinking my own fangs into his skin.

Something snapped into place then, allowing the two of us to move in perfect sync, our pace moving faster and faster. In my minds’ eye, I saw my wolf and his running across a darkened plain, our jaws open, sucking in air as we ran with the sheer pleasure of it.

As a pack.

Orgasm came slowly, every blissful second illuminating my whole body more and more. Breathless, I was forced to release my hold, sucking in breaths as I clamped down hard on his knot.

“Fuck. Yes.”

With messy, open-mouthed kisses, we each soothed the other through shuddering waves of ecstasy, right as we collapsed down on the bed.

“That was…”

Words failed me, and he grinned in response.

“Got you speechless, omega?” He pumped his fist. “Yes…!”

“And you’re not?” I faked a haughty expression. “I guess there’s not much point in mating you then.”

“No words.” He punctuated that with a kiss. “None.” Another kiss. “Briar.”

“That was four.” I grinned as I stroked his hair back from his face. “It’s OK. I’ve worked out what to do with that smart mouth of yours.” I pressed a gentle kiss to it. “Keep it busy doing something much more fun than annoying me.”

“Well, I am told I am very, very annoying…” He shot me a meaningful look. “Seems like I’m gonna spend a whole lotta time on my knees before you, my mate, but that’s OK. As long as I can push my face up your skirt.”

I burst out laughing, imagining him doing just that at an inopportune moment, and that relieved the last of any residual tension.