Sugar Coated

29

Delaney Linwood

    The table was set and before I even had a second to question it or to worry about the logistics of it, Em had pulled me into his lap in the chair he'd sat in last night when we'd had dinner.

    I'd expected I would sit primly on his leg for this encounter, maybe a little formal and uncomfortable but the Sinclair omega had none of that. As soon as I started to wiggle to adjust myself his arm banded around my waist pulling me flush against his front, tight enough that I could and did feel his cock stir to life beneath me. His scent flared sweeter as I struggled for a minute.

    Fuck it. He wants this. I want this. Rosie would have been so proud of me for throwing the bare minimum of my caution to the wind and allowing me to relax into the lap of the male beneath me.

    Em rewarded me with gentle strokes along the edge of my hip that did nothing to calm my heart, but at least this one wasn't due to anxiety.

    "Boundaries," Jax started once Andres dropped into his seat at the table and pushed a second plate over to mine and Em's spot, waffles with strawberries and cream on top with bacon and eggs.

    Em didn't move for his food, but Andres at least did, which gave me enough confidence to spear one of the strawberries in front of me.

    "We don't want a repeat of what happened last night." Jackson glanced between me and Em, likely noting the fact that his mouth was pressed against the back of my shoulder; an informal and unending kiss that was maybe tempting the thought of nibbling on me if what I was feeling of his lips meant anything.

    "Are you going to behave, Em?"

    I could feel his lips smiling against my skin, "Of course." His fingers didn't though. They'd slipped farther down along my hip to play with the bottom hem of Jax's shirt where it was resting against the top of my thighs.

    "Delaney, we want to make sure that at the end of this, you're comfortable where you stand here. And part of that is understanding the stances of this pack."

    "Ok," the word came out breathless half because there was still a piece of me that couldn't believe that they wanted me here and had invited me here, even. The other half was because Em's long fingers had slipped beneath the shirt to find the edge of Andres' boxers, teasing the elastic waistband that sat low on my stomach pulling it down a few inches before running the pad of a finger against the skin just below my navel dipping farther and farther down.

    "--non-traditional in mindset, but that doesn't mean we don't follow rules. There shouldn't have been an attempted bite without talking to you about it and I'll take full responsibility–," Jackson paused his gold eyes narrowing at something over my shoulder, "You have three things working against you right now," his tone had changed to one that had my nipples tightening into points underneath his shirt.

    Em hummed out a non-committal response as his fingers slipped into my pussy slicking through my arousal that had come into play the very second this pack had put me into a warm simmer of lust.

    "One: I can smell exactly how excited you are, Emil. Two: you look like you know I'm going to be on your ass about something later, which means you're doing something you know you shouldn't. Three: even if I caught none of those things, Doll your face is beet red." I jumped when his attention switched to me at the same time that Em's questing fingers started rubbing.

    "I–I don't...have..I–I have no idea..."

    Andres was laughing, clearly enjoying the show, "You're choosing sides, Doll."

    Em's other hand pulled my leg wider giving him more room to work me into a feverish frenzy, "No biting. We get it." He nuzzled my neck and my hands shook so bad I could barely hold my fork as I stuck another strawberry. Em scent marked my throat, "Not unless you beg for it."