God, I needed this so bad.
Wells’ lips clash again with mine. We’re so lost in one another, so ravenous it’s like the rest of the world doesn’t exist.
A bell chimes, and I barely register it, until a throat clears.
“What floor are you two headed to?” the voice asks.
Wells still has me pressed against the glass as I look over his shoulder.
“Eight,” Wells says, not letting me wiggle out of his arms.
He doesn’t kiss me again, but he does give me a wink.
“You taste like champagne,” he says before pressing a kiss on the corner of my mouth.
I can scent the Alpha in the elevator with us, and I wrinkle my nose. As polite as the man is, I don’t want to be scenting him at all right now.
When the elevator doors slide open, Wells puts me down and grabs my wrist, leading me down the hallway to their suite. The moment the door mechanism whirls, we’re nearly falling inside of the room. His hands grip my waist as he kisses me reverently.
The room still smells like Forrest, which has me even more turned on.
“Fuck, Claire. What do you need?” he asks as he peppers kisses down my throat and his hand slides down, gripping andkneading the flesh of my ass. “Whatever you want, I’ll give it to you.”
I’m stumbling backward into the room until my calves hit the sofa. I grab his shirt, bringing him down with me as I lie on the furniture. He hovers over me, kissing every inch of bare skin, and it has me on fire. I lick my lips as I slide a hand between us, tugging down the top of my dress and bra, exposing my chest to him.
Wells stares at my breasts for a long moment, before I grip his hair into a fist and direct his mouth to my peaking nipples.
He doesn’t disappoint, his tongue lashing out and swiping around the hard bud before sucking me into his mouth. My perfume is pouring out of me and I need more.
“More,” I tell him as I arch my hips up, begging for friction.
It’s been too long since I’ve had sex. Hook ups never meant anything to me, just a way to scratch an itch.
But now that I’m looking for a pack, being intimate means a great deal to me. I can tell he takes this as seriously as I do with the way he’s touching me.
Wells’ dark blue eyes are filled not only with desire, but with longing as he slips a hand between us, cupping me underneath my dress.
“Fuck,” he hisses out, sliding a fingertip under my panties, feeling how wet I am. “Can I taste you, Claire?”
I don’t need to be asked twice, spreading my legs wider and pressing him down by his shoulder. He smiles up at me as he bunches my dress at my waist and pulls my panties to the side.
“Just as fucking pretty as I thought. Do you know how much you already own me, little Omega?” he says, not even giving me a moment to answer as he lowers his face, his tongue swiping out and flicking against my clit.
My nails dig into the back of the couch as I whimper in ecstacy. This was exactly what I needed.
Chapter 13
Wells
Claire is makingthe best fucking sounds while I eat her out and I’m nearly about to come in my shorts.
When she was possessive of me in front of that other Omega, I was ready to tell Forrest to bond us both right then and there. I don’t care how quick it all is, with Omegas everything moves at the speed of light.
And this one? She’s ours.
The revelation of her last name doesn’t mean shit to me. Though maybe it will matter to Forrest; he’s not big on being in the spotlight. It doesn’t matter where she comes from, or why she got on the ship, all that matters is we can convince her to leave at the end of this trip with us.
She tastes so fucking sweet on my tongue. I could tell that she needed some release. Maybe her heat is closer than she thinks and I couldn’t be more happy that we’re already on her list to help her when she needs it. The idea of having some other stranger in there with us has me losing focus for a moment, but I quickly pick up the pace.