Lib Novel Page 40
“So why are you resisting this so hard, Cos?” I reach out and hook both my index fingers through the waistband of his pants and pull him closer to me.
His eyes drop, and he refuses to meet my gaze.
“What happens if she isn’t the one, Sol?” Cosmo asks softly, almost too quietly for me to hear even though our faces are practically touching.
“Cosmo, trust me she’s the-” I attempt to comfort him, but Cosmo doesn’t even let me finish before he blurts out, much louder this time—his tanzanite eyes boring into me with unmasked fear.
“What if she isn’t, Sol!?” He shakes me by my lapels slightly.
I let my hands rise to cup his face, his beautiful high cheekbones, his square jaw.
“If she isn’t? Then we all say what fools we were, we pick up the pieces, we rebuild—we try again. Rinse, repeat,” I assure him gently.
“And you won’t bail on me if she does?” His eyes well with tears and I lean in to kiss them away.
“Never, ever—you idiot,” I promise.
I feel him exhale, his jaw unclenching under my fingers.
“You’re stuck with me, for life. We’re pack.” I whisper into his ear, purring softly.
His grip on my lapels softens, Cosmo’s hands traveling down the front of my body to the taper of my waist.
“What happens if she is the one, Sol?” His voice has a dark edge. One of Cosmo’s hands works the button of my jeans open, leaning down to press his lips into the side of my neck.
“What do you mean?” I ask, voice breathy as Cosmo’s hand dips beneath the elastic of my boxers.
I’ve been trying to keep my cool, but all of us have practically been on the precipice of a rut since the pack’s date with Daphne. I’ve been rock hard since Cosmo pinned me against the door, that tightness—low in my stomach, lets me know my knot is going to swell.
“What happens to you and me?” Cosmo purrs, closing his hand around my hard cock.
“We’re gonna keep doing what we always do,” I moan, levering my hips and throbbing erection further into Cosmo’s steady grip.
“And we’re gonna make love to Daphne too,” I growl, hungry for the fruit of my fantasy.
Cosmo obviously likes the sound of this talk—a low sound comes from his mouth at my neck as he increases the speed and pressure of his strokes on my hard cock.
“I’m going to watch her take your knot,” I whisper, huskily—as Cosmo frees his own throbbing erection from his pants and lays it against mine, stroking our twin hardnesses in a lurid haze.
He doesn’t have to ask me to keep talking, I know Cosmo—I know what he wants.
“You’re gonna lick her, suck her, make her knees give out while I knot her from behind.”
We’re both breathing hard now, legs twitching as we grind against one another, pumping our hips in time to the motion of Cosmo’s hands.
“I’m gonna lap up your cum from between her beautiful golden thighs?—”
Cosmo’s breath hitches, and I bear through my own orgasm to grind out, “we’re gonna cum inside her at the same time—and while we’re still inside her? Bond her—together.”
“Fuck, Sol,” Cosmo gasps before he covers my mouth with his. Both of us shudder forward, two pearly cum loads spattering over Cosmo’s knuckles.
Another day, another audition. This time I’m trying out for a role that I know I’m a shoe-in for… But I don’t really want the job.
Despite all of my crystal clear declarations that I don’t want to court Johnny Angel and his Lost Daze pack, Vinny has insisted that I show face at an audition for their newest music video. The song, ‘She’s Like Wild Horses’—a moody, mid-tempo, rock-love-ballad. It has dominated top ten radio airplay for the last two weeks.
While I don’t hate the song, the idea of getting gussied up in torn denim, some skimpy lacy crop top, having my hair ratted-teased-hairsprayed within an inch of its life, and the inevitable excess of black eye makeup that is so emblematic of the female leads in their music videos, is not a welcome one.
I’ve parked, and I’m hand cranking my busted little pony’s ragtop roof back into place when my phone buzzes, the name Sol,–with a green heart emoji beside it, appears on its glassy surface.