Dirty Alphas Page 18

  Gods above, I made so many excuses for that asshole.

  I need to stop thinking about him. Forever.

  Mack shifts behind me, and I can’t help being aware of the feel of his jeans against my bare legs as we tangle together. His fingers lay lightly on my waist, pinky resting on my bare skin where my dance uniform shirt crops up. As his pinky slides up and down, it’s as if little ripples of tingling sensation spread through me from his fingertip.

  “How’s your muscle pain?” Mack whispers against my neck, sending a little shiver across my skin.

  Pain is the furthest thing from my mind, but I send my awareness through my body. “The physical pain is gone, which I’m really glad about because I don’t want to be anywhere near Dr. Reed right now. Zane’s mother is not a fan of Zeezee. I’m sure their true-mate announcement is going to be priceless, since, you know, everyone is smart enough to do the math on who Zane was committed to when he 'discovered' Zeezee was his mate, but I’m not really looking forward to being looked at as the scorned sister by my entire pack.”

  Mack hugs me a little tighter. “It reflects on them, Scar, not whatsoever on you.”

  Squeezing my eyes shut, I admit, “Except it looks like Zane was telling people it was my idea to stay a virgin until our mating—I know a lot of werewolves who would probably think it’s my fault he cheated because of that.”

  “Fuck them...wait,” Mack says as he props himself up by an elbow and looks over at me. “It was his idea?”

  I roll just a little to look up at Mack’s beautiful, familiar features. “Yes, it was.” A fresh wave of anger pulses through me at the admission. “He wanted us to stay virgins until our mating—I was doing it for him. I’m starting to think my mom was right and he got his jollies off by controlling me or some shit.”

  Mack’s hand slides down to my hip as his gaze moves far away. “Or he was just so jealous and possessive of you, keeping you a virgin was the only way he could be sure, absolutely, you were never with anyone else.”

  Mack’s warm hand on my hip is igniting something within me, and it’s as if I feel it actively washing away my anger toward Zane. “You know, I don’t care anymore. Fuck Zane. You were right, I don’t want to waste another moment of my life on him. He’s already stolen two years from me.”

  “Baby, I’ll be more than happy never to mention that filho da puta to you again.” Mack’s thumb rubs in slow circles, sending that tingling sensation to ripple out and settle low in my belly.

  “I remember this,” Mack says after a moment as his hand pulls a little at my skirt. “I could never resist you in this.” A wicked little fae smile blossoms on his lips.

  I laugh. “Under the bleachers?”

  “Yeah.” His hand slides slowly onto the bare skin of my stomach. “It’s probably good we got interrupted.”

  A nervous excitement thrums through me as I consider admitting to Mack just how many times I’ve fantasized about kissing him under the bleachers. I probably shouldn’t. What I should do is let this moment pass so Mack and I can continue on, friendship as usual.

  But damn it.

  I don’t want to let this slip by.

  It’s like the gods of time gave us a repeat, with Mack holding me in my little dance uniform.

  “A few nights ago,” I begin before pausing as nervous excitement pulses through my body. Taking a deep breath, I continue. “I had a dream about us under the bleachers, and in my dream, we weren’t interrupted.” I turn my head back to look at him.

  Mack doesn’t say anything for a few beats of silence while his aquamarine gaze heats with what might be desire. “What happened in your dream when we weren’t interrupted?”

  Oh shit.

  He wants me to describe my dream?

  His leg slowly pushes between mine from behind, separating my knees. The friction of his jeans, rasping over my bare skin, feels both naughty and tantalizing. I can’t help being hyperaware of where his soft fingers rest on my lower belly, just above the waistband of my skirt.

  Pressing his body tighter up the length of mine, he leans in toward my face. Two dimples peek out on his cheeks as he gives me a wicked smile. “Scar, what happened when we weren’t interrupted?”

  “Um...” I breathe, “your hand slipped under my skirt—” I cut off in a gasp as his fingers push under my waistband.

  His fingers glide softly over the little triangle of hair on my mound and stop. The air fills with the scent of my arousal.

  Mack leans in so close, his minty scent envelops me. He hesitates for just a moment, then his soft lips press into mine. He kisses me hungrily, sucking on my lips and thrusting his tongue between mine before pulling away, leaving me gasping and arching up for more.

  “What happened next, Scar?” he asks, his voice full of wicked promise.

  “You’re going to make me say it, aren’t you?” I whisper through halting breaths.

  He nods slowly with that same smile on his face.

  “Your thumb made slow circles on my clit,” I breathe. “Your other hand did the same on my breast.”

  “Hmmmm...” Mack hums as he kisses my neck. His hand slips out of my skirt, the opposite direction I want it to be going. “In your dream, I sound pretty talented. But I think I might have to take these off.” His thumb hooks into the waistband of my skirt and pulls it down off my hip.

  I lift my hips to help him, then kick the skirt down my legs and off the bed.

  “Much better...” Mack growls into my ear. “But not quite right.” His hand tugs at my tank top, peeling it off me and over my head until I’m completely naked in his arms.

  There’s something so terrifying and erotic about being naked, lying there, when he’s fully clothed. Every inch of my body thrums, and even though he hasn’t touched me yet, my core throbs with the anticipation of pleasure.

  “Can I move you?” When I nod, Mack’s arm wraps around me and he rolls us both over so I’m sitting on him, straddling him. “That’s better—now I have both my hands free.” A little smile peeks at the corner of his lips as his hand slips up to my breast, his thumb rolling over my pert nipple.

  Leaning down over him, I start to kiss him when he pushes against the juncture between my thighs, sending a wave of pleasure as his hardness beneath grinds into me. He whispers Portuguese into my ear, and I catch the odd words.

  Beautiful. I love you.

  “Oh, Mack, wait—we shouldn’t,” I say through shuttering breaths.

  He freezes, his hand immediately moving away from my breast. “Okay, baby, okay.”

  “Wait.” I put my hands to either side of his head. “Mack—I want to, I just...you and I already love each other so much, and there’s so much history. I’m not sure I’m ready for us to jump into a serious relationship after I’ve been single for a few hours—I need to think everything through.”

  A surprising smile spreads across his lips. “No, baby, that’s not what this is for me. I’m not staking my claim as your next boyfriend. If we’re going to be together, we’re going to talk about it first, okay? But I do love you, and I want to give you something...if you’ll let me.”

  “Like a sex pity present?” I grimace, laughing a little.

  “Not at all. You’ve always had someone else trying to hold you back with sex for their own selfish reasons. I know you feel safe with me, and we both know no matter what happens here, it’s not going to change how we feel about each other.”

  “It’s not?” I ask.

  His hand threads through my hair, finger combing it to fall around his head. “Nothing could change the way I feel about you, Scar. You know that.”

  “Okay.”

  “What I wanted to give you is the chance to do whatever you wanted sexually and not feel like anyone is judging you or going to make you feel ashamed of what you want. There’s nothing you can do that will shock me.” His brows rise. “And I’m willing to do anything that makes you feel pleasure. No shame. No judgment. Just us. And tomorrow, no strings.” His gaze
heats. “Do you want that?”

  My breath comes faster and faster as my core clenches at his words. “Yes,” I admit, “I want that.”

  “Good,” he growls before nipping playfully at my lower lip. His hand slips between us, over my hip and glides across my belly. One of his fingers slips into my wetness and then pulls back to roll up and down, making a release of pleasure pulse through me.

  “Wait, uh...should we do this in Aaron’s bed?” I breathe.

  “I really doubt he’ll mind,” Mack says through a chuckle into my neck. “Aaron really wants to come in here. He’d come if you called out to him—he’s probably hearing you gasp already.”

  Oh, wow. I hadn’t considered that at all, but even from the living room, Aaron could probably hear my soft moans. Knowing these apartment walls, he probably couldn’t help hearing us.

  Even though the thought should make me feel embarrassed, instead, it somehow makes the sensation radiating through my core take on new heights, and my body bows into Mack’s as pleasure, so powerful it’s almost painful, ricochets through me.

  Mack’s other hand pushes between my legs, and he thrusts a finger deeply into me.

  I gasp as my muscles adjust to the foreign sensation of having something inside me.

  “Mmmm,” Mack hums into my ear. “Have you ever done this before?”

  I gasp, “No.”

  He slips another finger inside, and my muscles immediately clench around him in response.

  “I can tell.” He pushes his fingers in and out, hitting a place inside of me that drives my pleasure even higher.

  “I want—” I gasp, “Mack wait.”

  Immediately, he pulls his fingers out of me and away.

  “I’m not doing this well,” I moan as my body aches for his hand to return. “Telling you what I want, I mean.” I guess I’d just have to show him. Putting all my doubts aside and just going off the sexual instinct thrumming through my body, I reach down with one of my hands and work at Mack’s metal jean button. When I can’t manage it right away, Mack leans up into my ear. “You want my pants off, baby?”

  “Yes,” I breathe.

  Mack reaches down between us and deftly unbuttons himself. He shifts a little, wiggling his jeans further down his legs. Grabbing my hips, he shifts me back down onto him, but this time, I feel every inch of him, gloriously naked against my bare skin.

  Leaning up to my ear, Mack whispers, “Do you want to lose your virginity, Scar? I’m not going to pressure you.”

  A tantalizing, nervous excitement thrums through me, and every inch of my body feels aware and expectant. I know, without a doubt in my mind, that I want to lose my virginity to Mack. He’s my best friend, my safe person, and the kindest and sexiest man I know. I love him. I want to tell him to do it—enter me, but I’m a little too nervous to admit what I want. Just knowing how close he is to my entrance makes my heart skip several beats.

  Perhaps sensing my mounting excitement, he whispers, “What do you want, Scar? You’re in control—it’s whatever you want.”

  I arch up my hips away from him, reach down, and grab his hard length. His skin feels both petal-soft to the touch and hard underneath. Knowing instinctively what I have to do, I grip him and position him at my entrance. Slowly, I lower myself, feeling him enter me, inch by inch.

  Mack’s eyelids shutter to half-mast as his lips part. His fingers squeeze my hips.

  I lean down to kiss him, but there’s a tight pinch of pain, and I cry out into Mack’s mouth. There’s a release of pressure in my core, then Mack glides all the way inside me. The moment he’s inside me, I can feel the rightness of it. It’s as if Mack and I were always supposed to connect this way and I’ve just been avoiding the inevitable.

  I lift my hips up and down, pulling him almost entirely out of me, only to fill me up to the hilt again. Mack’s hands squeeze around my hips, guiding me into an even rhythm. I can’t keep in my moans anymore, and I don’t want to. I’m writhing against Mack as the most intense, all-consuming orgasm builds in me.

  “Do you want Aaron to watch us finish?” Mack whispers through heavy breaths.

  As soon as Mack suggests it, I realize it is what I want. I know it’s not supposed to be what I want—it’s something Zeezee probably wouldn’t even do. But the idea is so terrifying and wickedly enticing, just thinking about it threatens to push me over the edge.

  “He might not want that,” I moan, trying to convince myself out of it.

  “Why don’t you invite him in and see?” Mack whispers. “Just call out and see if he comes.”

  My whole body throbs and core clenches.

  “Ooo,” he moans, “you like that idea. Don’t you? Do you want me to invite him for you?”

  Even in my pleasure hazy state, something tells me only I can call Aaron in here—and I realize I want to. More than anything. I just have to decide if I have the courage.

  “You don’t have to be ashamed, not of wanting this,” Mack tells me.

  A thrill runs through my body, and I know deep within me, I accept that I can do this and not feel shame about it after. This is probably the only way I can ever be with Aaron, and I realize in this moment that I want him too.

  I just don’t do unattached, and I can see myself easily becoming attached to a man like him. But maybe, if it’s like this, we can have our fun and I can keep my heart out of it.

  “Aaron,” I call, my voice coming out hoarse and raspy, “do you want to come join us?”

  Chapter Twenty-three

  Scarlet

  Not even a full second later, the door to the room rips open and slams shut, and suddenly Aaron is on the bed, crouched over us. His eyes simmer with heat, burning with his wolf.

  I sit up from where I’m straddling Mack and reach to Aaron, and his mouth smashes over mine as his hands gently cup my breasts. Mack’s hips lift, and he plunges in and out of me, increasing in speed, and I can’t prolong it any longer. I tip over the edge as the most intense pleasure I’ve ever felt crashes through my body.

  Aaron breaks off our kiss to lean back and watch me. His hand comes up to cup the side of my face, and he gently rubs his thumb over my lower lip as I moan out my pleasure.

  The orgasm leaves me gasping, and I roll my head back, taking Aaron’s hand with me. Leaning down, I kiss Mack through the last waves of pleasure before turning to look up at Aaron.

  “You came in.”

  His gaze crackles with his lust. “Of course, I did.”

  Aaron stretches out beside us as his gaze passes over my face. Gone is the flirtatious, lighthearted man who’s been teasing me for the last couple days. The way he’s looking at me right now—it’s like he’s burning from the inside out, burning for me.

  I lift my hips as Mack pulls out of me, and then I roll over between the guys with Mack at my back.

  Pleasure still thrums through my body, but even though I just had the most amazing orgasm, I don’t want this to be over. My body had been denied physical intimacy for so long, every inch of me is craving their touch. Biting my lip, I run my fingers down the front of Aaron’s shirt, feeling the hard ridges of muscle beneath. I almost expect his skin to burn me with the heat he’s radiating, but he just feels warm and soft. Stopping my slow caress at his hem, I whisper, “Can I?”

  Aaron leans in so his face is less than an inch from mine, his sandalwood scent filling my senses. “Honeysuckle, you can do anything you want to me.”

  “Anything?”

  I pull his shirt up and over his head. He helps me, and the moment he’s free, he leans down for a kiss. Just as his soft lips glide over my swollen ones, Aaron’s kisses take on a deeper intensity. I find my hands again sliding down his muscled front and stopping at his belt. With this much easier angle, I have no trouble with his button. Aaron lifts helpfully, and I slide his jeans over his hips. When I push his red cotton boxer briefs down, I find him hard and ready.

  I lean back to look into his burning sienna eyes as my hand wraps around his
length. His breath falters with pleasure as his lip trembles. “Scarlet, I want you so much.”

  “I want you, too,” I admit as my hand starts to move.

  Mack leans up and brushes my hair to the side. When I arch back, not breaking my rhythm, I find a sexy, pleasure-filled smile across Mack’s face. “Do you want me to stay?”

  Oh. Fuck. I freeze my movements as I try to think of how to respond. There’s really only one answer to this question—but I’m so scared to admit it. I don’t want to stop, not with either of them.

  “I want to do it again,” I admit. My core was aching to do it again.

  “With which one of us?”

  “Um...” I bite my lip, then tell the truth. “With both of you. At the same time.”

  “Really,” Mack hums into my neck before chuckling. His hand glides around me to cup my breast, pinching my nipple until I gasp. “I want to give you whatever you desire, my love. Are you sure this is what you want? That might be a little intense right after you lost your virginity.”

  I don’t know why, but I’m positive it is what I want. All of the sexual encounters I’d ever had in my life before this moment were in my fantasies, and I couldn’t have even fantasized a better more liberating moment. I love Mack and couldn’t be more attracted to Aaron—this might be my only chance to live out this type of intimacy with these two men. The idea feels perfect—dangerous and yet so very safe. I nod, unable to make myself demand it, even though I want to.

  “You were a virgin?” Aaron asks as his hand wraps over where I still grip him.

  “I was,” I admit, feeling a pulse of fear that he’s going to reject me now. I probably should have told him before inviting him in that I was losing my virginity. Instead of leaving, though, his hand wraps around my leg and pulls my knee over his hip. “I want this, Scarlet, so much—I can’t even understand it, but I’m with Macklin here...are you sure you want this? You and I, we’re just starting.”