Page 37 of Want It All

Which I was pretty proud of, actually.

The pack rooms all had a sunken space in the middle of the lounge room, though Tristan had replaced the Banksia couches immediately with ones we’d chosen.

They were wide and soft, a calming navy blue, and perfect for falling asleep or fucking on, both of which we did often.

I lay Rose down on one wide cushion, careful to support her neck.

She reached to undo her claw clip, her hair spilling over her shoulders and onto the couch like a mermaid.

‘So fucking beautiful,’ I rasped, cupping her cheek, my thumb tracing the shape of her mouth.

She opened it for me, so I trailed the pad of my thumb over the moisture on the inside of her bottom lip.

Her mouth moved, sucking me in. ‘Fuck, Rose.’ I watched her play, sucking and licking my thumb in turn, before she released me with a light bite.

Minx . ‘You need to be naked. Like, now.’

‘You sound desperate, omega,’ she said thickly.

I leaned back at the sound of my designation – my true designation.

I flicked a glance at the alphas. They were both watching, their expressions a matching mix of stoic and slightly pained.

Tristan’s lips pulled up on one side in a tiny, approving smile, before his eyes dipped to the plate of salted caramel brownies for a moment and he stiffened.

Is this okay? I mouthed at them, and received two sharp nods in response. Neither of them made a move to join us, and I didn’t invite them to; this moment was for me and Rose.

I looked back down at her. ‘I am desperate,’ I said, unashamed. ‘Are you angry with me? For hiding my designation from you?’

She frowned at me. ‘Yes,’ she admitted. ‘I’m angry that you lied.

But I’m mostly angry at myself for not realising sooner.

It’s so fucking obvious, now that I know.

’ She studied my face, reaching up to brush my hair from my cheek.

‘And I understand why you needed to do it. If I were in your place, I’d lie, too.

I just wish you could have trusted me with your secret. ’

‘No more,’ I promised, tracing my fingers down the column of her throat. ‘No more secrets. Just this. Just us. I’ll tell you anything. Everything.’

She smiled shyly. ‘I’d like that.’ Her eyes fluttered closed as I stroked her collarbone. ‘Oh. And I like that .’

She arched beneath me; I took the cue and kept stroking, moving down to her breasts, tracing the shape of them through her cardigan.

Without opening her eyes, she unbuttoned it, revealing a white tank top and the shadow of a black bra beneath it.

The sight took my breath away; I willed my hands not to tremble as I cupped her, my thumbs working over her peaking nipples.

‘Seb,’ she sighed, opening her eyes to watch me through her lashes. ‘Yes.’ I leaned down and sucked a nipple into my mouth, my tongue stroking the fabric of her shirt, making it damp. She shivered beneath me, squirming when I switched to the other breast, doing the same thing. ‘ Oh .’

Her breath quickened, and mine did the same.

I sucked on her peak with a soft snarl, lowering my body to provide friction when her hips pressed up.

We hissed in tandem as the bulge of my cock settled between her thighs.

Heat was pouring off her body, but it was pouring off mine, too.

I nudged my hips against her, mimicking small thrusts and hoping I was pressing against the bits that mattered.

Tristan had a long-term girlfriend in high school, but I’d never slept with anyone but him.

I’d never even kissed a girl properly before Rose.

I’d done so much research to prepare for tonight that my browser history looked like it belonged to a straight teenager given access to the internet for the first time.

I was confident about some parts – thanks to Tristan, I knew exactly what my mouth could do – but I was less sure about others.

I’d topped Tristan so few times I could count them on one hand because that was the way we both preferred it, so I was downright nervous about the potential business end of this, even though I was trying not to show it.

Rose shuddered, her eyes fixing on mine. ‘I can’t believe I have a scent match.’

‘And I can’t believe I got so fucking lucky that my scent match is you ,’ I told her, nuzzling down her body, peppering kisses over her soft belly. ‘This is everything , Rose.’

I could scent her better here, catch hints of the delicious sweetness between her legs.

Even though her perfume was weak because of the blockers, it still sent my brain offline.

I rubbed my cheek over her belly, my instincts demanding I scent mark her.

It wouldn’t work, of course, but I enjoyed it anyway, especially as I moved lower, nuzzling between her legs as she gasped, rubbing my cheek on her thigh.

‘Seb,’ she panted.

‘There are clothes in my way, Rosebud,’ I said, mock-severely. ‘I’d very much like to remove them.’

She laughed softly; the sound went straight to my cock.

‘I can help with that,’ she breathed, shrugging out of her cardigan and unceremoniously yanking her tank top over her head.

Her bra was lace, and I reached out to touch it, trailing my fingers along the edge of the cups, delighting in the difference between the feel of the lace and her skin.

Her hands went to her pants; she flicked her button open, and I hooked my fingers beneath the waistband to drag them down her thighs.

She’d chosen pink lace underwear, and I could see that the material was damp.

‘Fuck,’ I said hoarsely. ‘You’re so beautiful.

’ She made a needy noise in response, one impossible to ignore, so I tugged her pants all the way off and ran my hands from her ankles to her thighs, spreading her wide.

I lowered my mouth to her skin, kissing and licking and nibbling from her knee upwards.

She squirmed as I teased her, her pretty gasps filling the air; some far-away part of my brain registered that someone had turned on my Let’s Fuck! playlist.

I turned my head, taking the alphas in again as I swapped thighs.

Byron and Tristan were now almost mirror images on opposite sides of the kitchen bench, their bodies in the same state of ready-to-snap tightness, their knuckles white as they grasped the counter.

Tristan’s shorts were tented and Byron’s jeans looked painfully tight, a deliciously proportionate bulge behind the big alpha’s straining zipper.

‘Is this still okay?’ I managed.

Byron cleared his throat as if he were about to speak, then clearly thought better of it, nodding silently, his jaw working as he swallowed.

‘Yes,’ Tristan said softly. ‘This is about you, Seb. Not us.’

I lifted my head long enough to mouth thank you to him before turning back to Rose. Her cheeks were pink with a hectic blush and her teeth were embedded in her bottom lip.

I ran my hand up her thigh, stopping just short of the lace of her underwear. ‘Can I touch you, beautiful?’

‘Please,’ she answered, half a breath and half a moan, and I was gone.

I peeled her underwear down – they were absolutely going in my nest – and she wriggled, helping get them off.

It didn’t help me at all, because I got an eyeful of her luscious ass and the curls between her legs and all the blood in my body rushed south.

The hint of her perfume wrapped around me and I was snarling without really knowing why.

Rose knew, though.

She let her knees fall apart, her eyes on my face.

‘ Fuck , you’re so pretty,’ I said, feeling dazed.

She traced her fingers down my arm, leaving trails of heated skin in their wake. ‘Will you take your shirt off for me, Seb?’

I was obeying before I even thought about it.

I’d give her anything she wanted.

She made a happy humming sound when I was bare to the waist. ‘Fuck,’ she breathed. ‘I could look at you all day.’

The feeling was mutual and I told her so, dragging my fingertips up her thighs until they met with slick.

Slick was different to alpha or beta arousal. There was more of it, to start, and it was thicker, to help an omega stay lubricated during a heat. It also had self-healing properties, which I hated was a biological necessity.

Tristan would rather die than hurt me, but I knew that some omegas weren’t so lucky.

I traced the crease of her thigh, swirling through the wetness. I brought my fingers to my mouth and sucked; I couldn’t help myself. My eyes fluttered closed as chocolate spread over my tongue; I swallowed down the tart raspberry kick.

‘Seb,’ Rose murmured, a note of amusement in her tone.

I peered at her through slitted eyes. ‘Give me a moment, Rosebud. I’m having a religious experience.’

‘Do that on your own time,’ she said. ‘I need my scent match inside me.’

Oh, fuck. That was me. Her scent match .

I touched her again with a groan, tracing over where she was slick and shining.

She was soft – so soft – and I stroked her for a moment, trying to remember everything I’d read.

When I thought I’d worked out where everything was – mostly – I circled my fingertip around her clit.

She gasped, tipping her head back, so I repeated the action until her hips were pressing up of their own accord.

‘Tell me what you like,’ I murmured thickly.

‘What you’re doing is just fine,’ she gasped, but I didn’t want it to be just fine .

I brushed my thumb over her clit, then pressed down lightly. ‘Can I touch inside you?’

‘Please,’ she panted. ‘Please, Seb.’

I traced around her entrance, making sure she was slippery. I loved the way she felt beneath my fingers, so hot and so forgiving. I dipped inside her, slow and tentative, then pulled out; when she sighed and squirmed, I did it again, with more confidence.

‘ Oh ,’ she breathed.