Rickon rumbles in agreement and flicks my blouse open. He stares down at me, the edges of his pale body glowing from the globes behind him. His gaze darkens. “Every time I strip you, I marvel that the world’s most glorious omega chose me.” His hands skim my waist to cup my breasts. My nipples strain against the bra’s fabric.
“Even before I met you,” I murmur, reaching for him. “You were mine.”
Rickon leans down and takes my nipple gently between his teeth, tugging at the blue lace covering. I grip his head and hold him tighter, locking him in place so he can consume me.
My alpha complies, tugging the slender straps down my arms. Instead of taking the bra right off, he reaches into the cups and lifts my breast just enough to expose the nipple over the edge. His tongue dives to lick in circles, scraping the rippling lace edge over my skin. With his hand, he toys with the other, and I arch, heat pouring through me.
“Fuck, alpha,” I mutter, tilting my head back with a gasp.
“I plan to,” he growls out.
I smile.
Rickon reaches up, his thumb landing on my lips. Like he wants to feel my smile. I dart my tongue out, and he chases it back into my mouth. His finger’s warm from my body and soft, teasing my tongue before pressing into my cheek. I seal my lips around it and suck.
Rickon groans, his cock twitching through his pants on my thigh. He likes it.
“You’re not gonna get away with this,” Rickon says, nuzzling the valley between my breasts.
“Get away with what?” I murmur around his thumb.
“With seducing me.”
“Oh?” I ask, breathless with anticipation.
He drags his hand away and scoots upright, snapping open the fastener on my pinstripe pants. With determined moves, he strips them and my cotton briefs down my thighs. His warm hands slide down my legs to pressure my knees, opening me to his inspection.
“Fuck,” he whispers, leaning on my thighs and staring down as if my pussy’s the most beautiful sight in the world. It’s worship, plain and simple, and my heart swells with love. Rickon lowers his head, his breath tickling my flushed skin. His lips brush my folds, planting a soft kiss. With a soft murmur of appreciation, my alpha slides further down the mattress, wriggles to get comfortable, and then deepens the kiss.
I gasp as his tongue slides through my pussy with purpose, searching out my clit. “Alpha!” I moan, bucking my hips. His fingers dig into my thighs in warning, holding me in place as he sucks.
I grip the closest pillow and whimper as my belly melts into lava and my legs shiver with need. Rickon’s heated kiss shifts through my folds, and his vanilla scent darkens as he discovers my slick.
“More,” he demands, hands sliding up over my waist and ribs to find my breasts.
“Shit,” I whimper, convulsing as he flicks my aching nipples. “You’re gonna make me come like that.”
“Tha’s the poin’,” he says, muffled by my pussy.
The bond between us flares with potent need, sending sparklers running through my nerves. It confirms the truth that my body and scent drive him wild. Rickon’s licks turn more desperate, and he hunts through my soaked folds, seals his mouth to my pussy, and sucks hard.
A ragged cry slips through my throat.
Outside, the police officer swears.
I vibrate with a chuckle.
Rickon pauses. “I think you like being heard, Red Jones.”
“I like being yours,” I correct. “And I like people knowing I’m yours.” My legs quiver, and a faint sweat mists my skin.
“I see.” He sounds dark, and a little dangerous, his buttery scent thickening into caramel. It reminds me of the second time we had each other, when he descended into rut. Not quite the same, but close.
Rickon laps at me, hands busy in my most sensitive areas, and everywhere he touches heats me to boiling point. From within and without, I’m surrounded by his burning desire.
I tense and groan. Rickon shifts one hand, slipping the thumb I sucked inside my pussy, and then grinding it back and forth. He sucks my clit and I cry out, arching as the lava inside me breaks loose. I shudder and heave, calling his name as I gush onto his tongue.
He kneels up, breathing hard, his lovely lips coated in my gloss. “That one’s for me,” he murmurs.
