Page 90 of A Snowy Escape

Abby leaks around my finger, so I add another as I work her clit, testing to see what she likes best.

“Holy shit,” she says, her heels bouncing against my back. “That feels so good, but your beard tickles. I love it. Don’t stop.”

I smile and get back to work. She’s bare of any hair, but I wouldn’t mind if she wasn’t. I’m used to having a bunch of hair on my face from my beard.

Jesus.

Her pheromones might be getting to my cognitive functioning.

My hand digs into her hip as she leans into my forearm. It was a good call to give her some extra stability. She wiggles all over the countertop as she forces me where she wants me.

I love that she’s not afraid to ask for what she wants.

Her inner walls cling to my fingers, and I stretch them, doing my best to help prep her for my cock. The worst thing that could happen would be for me to hurt her or leave her feeling uncomfortable. With my limited experience, it’s a real possibility, even if I take my time.

What I need to do is to stay in the moment.

Pushing away those thoughts, I focus on her clit.

Abby buries her hand in my hair, pulling me even closer. Based on the way her heels bounce against my shoulders and how she begs mindlessly, I’m going to guess she’s close.

My chest puffs up with alpha pride, and I suck each of her lower lips into my mouth one by one.

“Oh no,” she chokes out. “No teasing.” She uses her hand in my hair to guide me back where she wants me.

Barely any time passes before she starts to shake. She gushes around my fingers as the room fills with the scent of her perfume.

I can’t believe I managed to make her come, though I’ll thank her heat rather than my impressive skills.

I would snort at the thought, but her pheromones hit me hard, and I growl against her sex. It’s time to let her come down from her orgasm and get her to the nest.

* * *

Abby looks confused as I lie her down on the circular nest rather than carrying her up to the den nest that Luka and Bryant are currently sleeping in.

In my entire life, I’ve never felt anything but love for Luka. From the day I met Bryant, he felt like pack. That’s why it’s unsettling to realize I purposely kept them away from Abby.

She has a bond with each of them, and my system views that as a threat. Once she lets me sink my teeth in, hopefully that urge will settle, but for the moment, I’m like a rabid alpha.

I gave them some space this morning to let them have the chance to get comfortable with one another, and they went and bit her on day one of her heat.

On one hand, it’s a good thing that she’s tied to us for life.

On the other, I’m practically green with envy.

I close the curtain behind us and get Abby stretched out on the circular mattress before settling between her thighs.

“Hi.” Her hands land on my shoulders, and she grins seductively. “Okay, let me play out this conversation. You’re going to worry about hurting me. I’m going to assure you that you won’t. Then you’re going to go painfully slow until I’m at the point of pulling my hair out. Let’s skip all that.” She leans up and pecks a kiss on my lips. “Roll over, handsome.”

It’s a careful process to make sure I won’t squish her as I land on my back, bringing her to hover over my hips.

Abby grins. “No one has ever given in to me as easily as you guys do. I could get used to this.”

Bryant’s and Luka’s bites adorning her neck are comforting in the moment rather than antagonizing.

“That’s a good thing, considering you’re stuck with us for life,” I say, running my thumbs over her hips. My hands feel gigantic in comparison to her, and I’m sure she nailed the walk-through of how our conversation would have gone.

“Stuck is absolutely the wrong word.” She traps my shaft to my pelvis, grinding against the underside until I’m soaked in her slick. “Mmm, you’re looking a little feral. You good?”