Chapter Five

Chapter Five

Sharon

The place was turning into an orgy.

I jerked my head to the side when I realized what was happening on the couch I passed, Emily's black hair wrapped in a large fist as her head bobbed. She definitely wasn't cleaning up a spill like I'd first thought, unless the alpha had made a mess in his lap, and she'd decided to clean it up with her tongue.

My core clenched and more slick seeped out to soak into my already drenched panties. A quick trip to the bathroom had shown me my pupils were blown, my rapid breaths scrapping my tight nipples against the inside of my bra. If I hadn't known better, I'd have thought I was going into heat early, but there were no cramps ripping through my middle, nor the urge to bury myself in bedding. Only a deep throbbing need between my legs, building with each moan I overheard, or view of others sating their own lust.

Biting my lip as I climbed the stairs to the stage, I tried to calm myself as I approached the two alphas remaining there. The others had left, leaving Alex and the alpha I'd overheard called Roderic. They occasionally spoke to each other, but most of my stolen glances at the stage had shown them simply watching the crowd in front of them.

Was this what a typical party here was like?

A little thrill traveled through me as I slipped behind the couch to stand in the space between the two men. There was no reason for me to get so close, I could have delivered the fresh bottle I carried from the other side of the table, but I still hadn't caught Alex's scent, and it was starting to drive me crazy. I needed to know if he smelled as good as he looked.

"Need a refill?"

I should have offered the bottle to Alex first since he was the guest of honor, but I knew once I leaned in close to him I was likely to forget the other alpha was even there. The energy in the room was thrumming just beneath my skin, my clit pulsing with the need for attention, and something about Alex had captured my interest, not allowing me to even look at any of the other alphas in the room.

"Sure."

Roderic held up his glass but seemed to mostly be watching the people below us. He offered a quick smile once I'd filled it, his eyes only lingering for a moment, but my focus had already shifted to the other male.

I didn't even have to look up to know he was staring at me, the weight of his gaze almost physical. Putting my back to Roderic, I sucked in a deep breath, finally able to pick up Alex's scent.

Dark chocolate and smoke, almost like a smores, poured into my lungs and set the tingle beneath my skin buzzing faster. I was past the point where my panties could contain the wetness, and I felt slick smear the insides of my thighs when I squeezed them together.

"More?"

I tipped the bottle in question, although the word came out almost too quiet to be heard despite how close we were. He'd seemed stoic all night, but when I finally dragged my eyes up to his face, he had a bemused smile on his lips.

He lifted his glass in response, holding it where I could fill it easily. I had to focus to keep from overflowing the glass as he stole my ability to think beyond the desire coiled in my belly.

"Do you like Scotch?"

The question took me by surprise as I set the bottle on the table, and I had to shake my head to pull my thoughts together.

"I've never tried it."

Alex shifted in his chair, sitting up a bit straighter before patting one thick thigh.

"Come here and I'll give you a taste."

My brow quirked as I looked from his thigh to his face, to the glass in his hand. It was clear what he wanted, and while a good girl, a smart girl, would have denied him, I wanted nothing more than to climb into his lap.

Taking my courage in both hands and saying to hell with being a good girl, I stepped between his legs and turned to settle on his thigh.

"And what if I want more than a taste?"

The words seemed to come from someone else, the omega hussy in me taking over. It had been almost a week since I'd caught my ex cheating on me, a week of doubts swirling around in the back of my mind, and it was time to follow my usual advice and get under a new alpha to boost my confidence.

The thought of having an audience only made my pussy clench harder.

Don't knock a kink until you try it.

"Then I'll see what I can do for you, omega."

I felt the rumbled words through the arm pressed against his chest. The hand he settled on my outer hip was a burning brand, splitting my attention between it and the nearness of his mouth to mine.

"Open up."

It was almost a whisper, but I obeyed automatically, parting my lips as he held my gaze captive. I couldn't have looked away from his dark eyes if I'd wanted to, and a shiver trailed down my spine as cool glass touched my bottom lip.

I pursed my mouth to take a sip as he tilted the glass, the initial burn of the alcohol shocking my tastebuds before the flavor hit. As entranced as I'd been, my nose scrunched as I swallowed, and I pulled away from the alpha in reaction.

"Eww!"

I shook my head, trying to dislodge the taste in my mouth as Alex's laugh bounced me on his leg. If I ever needed to forget my lust and focus again, I'd have to remember to take a sip of that nasty stuff.

"Here, let me fix it."

I was still grimacing when he took hold of my chin, turning my head to face him. Before I could even draw a breath, his lips were on mine, his tongue tracing the seam in search of entrance.

My mouth opened without conscious thought, letting him in. He wasted no time, invading with a smooth thrust of his tongue against mine that sent sparks of electricity dancing along my nerves. They coalesced in my throbbing clit as if it was there his tongue was stroking.

My head was starting to spin when his hand on my hip moved, his fingers dipping beneath the hem of my skirt to touch bare skin. I jerked at the contact before pressing into it, unable to hold back the moan that spilled from my throat. Alex swallowed it, caressing my leg again before moving his hand to grip my hip.

I didn't protest as he lifted and turned me to straddle him in the chair. It was just wide enough for my knees to slot between his hard body and the smooth wood, the fabric of his suit luxurious against my inner thighs. A spare thought lamented what my slick was going to do to that fabric, but I couldn't care as both of his hands slid down to slip beneath my skirt, though they remained on the outsides of my thighs.

He finally broke the kiss, leaving me panting as my fingers curled around his lapels.

"Better?"

I heaved another lungful of smokey chocolate as my core clenched, desperate to be filled. His hands on my skin, so close to where I wanted to be touched, only made me more sure that I wanted this.

"No."

He huffed, smirking as his fingers tightened on my flesh.

"I think it tastes perfect on you."

When he didn't lean in to kiss me again or move his hands any farther than to stroke my skin with his fingertips, I looked away in search of his glass. Spotting it balanced on the armrest, I snatched it up and took a mouthful before I could think twice. Clenching my eyes closed as my lips curled, I forced it down and panted another breath before meeting his dark eyes again.

"So have some more."

His dark eyes seemed to go completely black as he moved one hand to cup the back of my head, pulling me in to claim my mouth again. I squirmed atop him, rocking my hips in search of friction. The rest of the room and the people in it had faded away, and all that mattered was the alpha I clung to.

He finally moved his hand farther up my thigh, his thumb circling on the inner side. It sent little jolts straight to my clit, teasing me and twisting the tension in my belly even tighter. The slick slide of his tongue against mine and the heat of his hand inching closer to my core were all I could think about. Not even the need for air could make me pull away.

His thumb brushed the edge of my soaked panties, making me gasp. The next stroke was straight down the center of the drenched fabric, causing me to jerk my hips as he pressed over my clit before moving down to push against my entrance.

He released my mouth, rubbing his cheek along mine to kiss the corner of my jaw. The scrape of his beard made heat spread down my neck as he tipped my head to the side to give him access to my throat.

"Do you need to be filled, little omega? Do you need an alpha cock in this wet pussy?"

He pushed a little harder, forcing the lace of my panties through my opening as he whispered against my ear before sucking the lobe into his mouth. I drew in a stuttering breath as my hips ground down, my core clenching.

"Y—Yes."

It was hard to force out the word, but I was so desperate I'd beg if he wanted me to.

And if he didn't give me more than teasing pressure, I might just start begging anyway.