Playing You (Omega's Luck #3) - Claire Cullen Page 0,27

inside me.”

A charged silence followed, so he tacked on a “please” for good measure.

Brendan leaned closer, his rough, low voice in Riley’s ear. “You have no idea how much I want that.”

Riley pushed his hips back, feeling Brendan’s rock-hard erection against him even through their clothes. “Oh, I think I have some idea.”

The alpha groaned, rutting against him before pulling back with a strained sound. “You’re going to be the death of me.”

“But it’ll be epic. The kind of death they write odes to.”

With a laugh, Brendan eased away, leaving Riley braced against the wall, the cold air of the room buffeting against his hot skin.

“Brendan?”

“Just a sec. Need to see if…” The alpha made a sound of surprise. “Our hosts were very thoughtful.”

He was back a moment later, his hands around Riley’s waist. He undid the zipper of Riley’s pants and shoved them and his underwear down his legs. Rather than ask Riley to step out of them, he simply lifted him off the ground and kicked the offending garments away.

Riley found himself shoved back against the wall, Brendan pressed to him again.

“No fair,” he complained, feeling the material of the alpha’s pants brush across his ass. “You’re still dressed.”

Brendan’s breath was hot against his skin as the alpha spoke. “The second I’m free of these clothes, I’m burying myself inside you.”

Riley shivered, barely swallowing a moan at the alpha’s promise. He heard the tear of a wrapper and the click of a bottle and buried his face against his arm, braced against the wall.

“It’s okay to change your mind,” Brendan said. “Lots of other things we could do to pass the time.”

“I’ve told you what I want. You. Inside me,” he demanded.

In answer, Brendan’s hands ran over his ass, taking handfuls of his cheeks. Riley jumped and pulled away from the touch before pushing back against it.

“Good,” the alpha encouraged.

One hand eased in front, rubbing low down on Riley’s stomach, the touch calming. Riley’s heart was thumping, blood pumping through his veins, and all of it headed south, leaving him dizzy. When Brendan’s fingers eased downward, teasing at the root of his cock, he made a mewling sound that might have been him begging wordlessly for more. Despite his inability to speak, the alpha understood. Hot fingers wrapped their sure way around Riley’s hard cock and stroked upward to the head. He choked out a cry as pleasure surged through him.

“You like that, huh?”

“Yes.” He resorted to one-word answers, his brain short-circuiting as Brendan stroked him again. He pushed up onto his tiptoes, seeking to prolong the contact as long as possible and whining when the alpha took his hand away.

“Shh, I know. You’re very needy. Forced to be good all weekend, keep your hands to yourself, play nice with the other alphas.”

“He touched me,” Riley groused. “Tried to put himself in your place. It wasn’t right.”

“No,” Brendan soothed. “But you put him back in his box, and he left with his tail between his legs.”

“And now I get my reward,” he insisted.

Brendan hummed thoughtfully, and then Riley felt a cool, slick finger between his cheeks, pressing into him. He groaned in relief, leaning heavily against the wall as Brendan stretched him. He hissed a little at the burn. It had been a while—too long—since he’d had someone he wanted this badly. Not that he ever got what he really wanted. A half-dozen lonely heats with no alpha to help him through it. How could he miss so badly something he’d never had?

A second finger, and he made a low sound in the back of his throat.

Brendan paused. “Too much?”

“Just enough. Feels good.”

The alpha still didn’t move, so Riley canted his hips slightly in encouragement. Brendan made a pleased sound, and soon two became three. Riley just couldn’t keep still as Brendan took his time readying him.

“Are we ever getting to the main event?” he grumbled in frustration, his body tight and strumming with unrelieved tension.

Suddenly he was empty, Brendan’s fingers gone, his body calling out to be filled.

“Comfortable?” Brendan murmured in his ear, and Riley heard the sound of him unsnapping his pants and slowly dragging the zipper down. He shuddered and nodded, heady with anticipation as he remembered the alpha’s promise.

“Yes, Brendan.”

Skin met skin as Brendan’s bare hips pressed against him, the alpha’s hard cock nestled between his cheeks. Brendan’s hands were on him, tugging his hips back, bending him just so… and then the alpha pushed inside him. He was big, and Riley was tight,