She hesitated for a moment and then leaned back in my hold, her chest heaving with breath, eyes flashing over my face. Her hand tightened, and my own eyes fell shut, mouth falling open with a cry of surprise. She worked her hand over me, warm and soft and still easy from the water, taking care to squeeze hard around the tip and then slide down to the base.
"I need both hands," she mused.
I opened my eyes to find her staring at my face in wonder.She wants to watch me as I come, wants to see she's pleased me. A warm glow rooted in my chest. "Don't you dare let go of me," I ground out, my arm around her waist tightening.
She smiled, a rare unguarded expression, delighted with her own success. "Come for me, alpha," she said, voice all velvet and sweet.
I was hers to command.
Chapter Nine
BRIGID
Ihad never heard that weak, pleading sound from a man before, almost a whine, a laugh of relief, and then Torion was gasping, moaning, shuddering as his cock jerked and heated in my hand. I wanted to look down, to watch him spurt. Would it splash up to his belly or into the water? Some hit my hand, scorching and dribbling down to my wrist, but I couldn't tear my eyes from his, the beautiful transformation of surprise, relief, gratitude, and something like fear.
"That's it," I said, still stroking him, the mess sticky and slick, coating my palm and his thick length. "That's good."
"Brigid," he rasped, crackling with awe.
Heat shivered through me, pooling in my chest and in my core. His eyes fluttered shut, and he forced them open, as if he knew I needed to see him falling apart. He moaned, and it was almost pained, another little gush of release escaping him. He leaned into me as if he couldn't support his own weight, as if he needed me to hold him up as I milked him dry.
"Better?" I asked, softening my touch to more of a pet, enjoying the way he jerked and trembled.
I wanted his answer, but instead he fell on me with a strangled sound, his mouth covering mine for a messy, deepkiss. He bent, and it pulled him free of my hand. I needed to wipe myself clean and then him, but Torion's arms had me surrounded now, almost hugging me as he kissed me hard, over and over again, more and more weight from his body falling into mine.
Before I could warn him I was about to fall backwards, a wet slap hit my skirt, soaking through immediately, and then I was falling backwards, with him following, never stopping kissing me.
"Torion!"
"Brigid," he said, growling out my name, crawling over me, soaking wet and huge. My back hit the floor, but one of his hands cupped my head. The other was rucking up my skirt. "Are you wet?"
"I am now," I bit out.
Torion pulled away, rearing back, and I finally got a good look at his cock. It had felt huge in my hand and I'd been right, but it was beautiful too, dark and dusty, a purply red at the tip. Then the damp fabric of my dress was raised between us, hiding him from view, shoved up my legs. I had a brief moment of confusion—he'd just come; what was he doing raising my skirts? Except he hadn't looked like he was softening just now, and he was an alpha, so perhaps…
And then the confusion returned, doubly strong, my mouth hanging open as Torion scooted back on his knees, upper half lowering until his face hovered just above my thighs. He breathed deeply and then let out a long, satisfied groan, a proud sound. It was the kind of sound Malcolm had made at his finish, not that beautiful crumbling cry I'd just heard.
"You're soaked," Torion said, the words somehow both reverent and triumphant.
I squeaked as he bent even lower, trying to brace my feet on the floor without absolutely exposing myself. "Wh-what are you doing?"
"Having my turn, witch," he said, and then his hands scooped beneath my thighs, lifting my hips from the floor, my dress sliding down toward my chest, unveiling my sex.
I opened my mouth to ask what he meant by that, what he was doingdown there, when his own mouth opened, releasing a hungry sound. I gasped as he drew me to his lips like I was some kind of wild game to feast on, but even as he did so, I never imagined he would?—
I shouted, a garbled sound of shock and the hot, giddy pleasure of lips and tongue between my legs, and then slapped my hand over my mouth. What was he doing? Why? What purpose did it serve?!
Torion's eyes glared at me, even as the warm, wet tip of his tongue dipped inside of me, killing all my frantic thoughts with the divine sensation, tender and gentle and explicit. I whimpered as he pulled away, his brow furrowing.
Had he not meant to do that after all? Could I persuade him to try it again?
"Don't keep your sounds from me, omega. I didn't hide mine from you," he said.
And then he returned, licking a line up my slit with that wicked tongue. Shuddering relief lasted a moment before it was layered with tense need as Torion focused on the little bud between my lips. I made another sound, but he was right and I didn't want him to stop again, so I moved my hand from my mouth to cover my eyes, the view of his handsome face between the V of my legs too beautiful to stand staring at another second longer.
Was this…was this something only alphas did?
No, even I knew that was too silly. A sharp spark of spite and anger with Malcolm rose up in me, but Torion smothered it just as he did my core, with a drugging, heady pleasure. It was better that I'd never known this existed. I might've forgiven too much.
