Charlotte’s eyes widen, and her fingers slacken in my hair.
“Really?” Her voice is disbelieving and shocked.
“Yeah.” I kiss her, pulling her bottom lip between my teeth. “I’ve never been with a female Alpha.”
I quietly urge her up to her knees and push her leggings down as far as I can manage. And then groan when I realize she’s not wearing anything underneath.
“Charlotte,” I whisper.
She giggles and then stands on feet that are entirely too steady. She kicks off the leggings, not even looking to see where they land. My mouth dries as I take her in, every soft curve and taut line of muscle. Her lips are swollen, and her hair is already wild where it falls around her shoulders. Her breasts are small but pert, still wet from my mouth. Her thighs are lean and strong. The years of her dancing are evident in every lithe limb of her body.
“You, too,” she says.
Without looking away from her, I strip out of my jeans and boxers, letting them fall over the side of the bed.
And then she’s crawling over me, her knees straddling my waist. I quietly settle on my back, grabbing the swells of her hips as she nestles above me. Her eyes are rooted on the bond scar. An edge creeps into her scent. Instead of commenting on it, though, on the sudden desire she has to mark me, too, I slip my hand over her hip until I can press my thumb against her clit.
She sucks in a startled breath and bucks into me.
Whatever reservations she may have had fall away. She grips me with firm, confident hands, stroking me from root to tip, her lip between her teeth. I press up into her hold, chasing the touch. It feelssogood. Her eyes flick to me and then back to my aching cock. She moves farther down the bed, her knees caging my own. My mouth dries out, but I don’t try to stop her.
Her lips are soft as she runs them along the underside of my dick. She traces the thick vein there, first with her finger and then with her tongue. The strangled sound from my throat has a grin lighting her face. I don’t even make it to her mouth surrounding my dick.
“Please,” I beg. Apple surrounds us, drenching the room with my need for her. “God, Charlotte,pleaselet me be inside you.”
Her eyes widen, and then a new wave of her sage blends with the apple.
“I’m on the pill,” she murmurs. “And I’ve only been with Marcus the last two years.”
It takes my mind a minute to process the words, all the blood in my body way farther south than my brain.
“Birth control discussions are something we shouldn’t be having when my dick is in your hands,” I grind out.
She squeezes me, as if I need a reminder of exactly where her hand currently is. She runs that nail across the vein again, and I almost lose it.
“Whoops,” she says. She presses her lips to the head of my dick.
“I was tested a few months ago,” I mutter. It’s something the Council requires when an Omega finally agrees to attend a gala. Not that it mattered for me, but I’m not going to admit to her right now that Marcus had been my last partner. “It all came back negative.”
Without another word, she moves until the tip of my cock notches at her entrance, her knees bracketing my hips. And then she slides down me in a single, luscious movement.
“Jesus, Charlotte,” I groan.
Her cheeks flush, and she clenches around me. My hands roam over every inch of skin I can reach—her thighs, her knees, her hips. It’s not until I cup one breast that she finally starts moving, falling into a pattern that feels so natural it must be illegal. There’s no awkward minute of learning each other, of trying to sync up. With the first decadent rise and fall of her hips, our bodies sync. I palm her knees, not trusting myself to keep from bruising her.
Her pace slowly increases. Even with all the pleasure shooting through my veins, I can’t help but watch as her own pleasure overtakes her. The way her lips drop open and the flush spreads across her chest. The way her scent blends with mine and wraps around us both like it’s a canopy attached to the bed. The way her walls flex around me with each upward slide, like her body can’t stand the thought of me leaving her for even a moment.
“You’re so beautiful,” I whisper. I flex my hands on her knees, and she perfumes again, her sage wrapping around us like a blanket of warmth and lust and perfection. “You’re fucking perfect.”
She drops her head back as her eyes flutter closed. “Cole, I…”
She shakes her head, and her pace falters. Without thinking, I sit up and wrap an arm around her waist, pulling her flush against my chest. The room spins around me. I slam my eyes shut and breathe hard, fighting down the inevitable nausea.
Not now, Fallon.You have your Alpha riding you. Now is not the time.
As the nausea wanes, I run my lips along her shoulder and then her throat before kissing behind her ear, tangling my fingers in her hair.
“Cole, you feel… This is…” Her throat ripples with a swallow as she drops her head back. Her hair brushes my arm.
