“Good.” I stare up at him, wondering what word he’s looking for. “It’s just the right amount of tight.”
“Good,” he echoes, his faint smile doing little to soften the intensity of his gaze. “You have three words right now, Lily. Good. More. Stop. Anything else is going to be background noise.”
“Like the traffic light system?” At his cocked brow, I smirk. “You’ve seen the kind of books we read for book club.”
“Hmm. Well, this might be a fantasy of mine, but everything we do here is very real.” He cups my chin, staring into my eyes. “I’m going to worship you until you forget everything except your pleasure. And if you still want it, when you’re aching and wet, I’m going to bury my knot inside you.”
I squirm so hard, I can’t resist tugging on the restraints. “Please, Alpha.”
He almost purrs as he says, “Please is a good word, too. But I’m going to keep checking in with you, Lily. You want more, you ask for it. You want to stop, we can just cuddle, like we did on the road.”
“I don’t want that,” I say quickly. Probably too quickly if I’m going by the flare of heat in his eyes. “I want you, Otley. I want everything you gave me in my heat, and more.”
He bends down suddenly; hands planted beneath my outstretched arms as he presses a kiss to my mouth. It’s fast, hungry, and incredibly hot, and he clicks his tongue as he pulls away. “You test my control with every word that leaves your perfect lips.”
I can’t resist licking them, but something else is on my mind, and the words come rushing out before I can filter them. “Then I should tell you I’m on birth control. And I’m clean. Well, the onlyperson I’ve slept with in the last year is Logan, and he had a full medical when he was discharged.”
Otley has gone still during my rushed admission, but now he runs a finger over the soft curve of my belly. “I love that you’re looking after your health, Lily, but I can’t say that the thought of putting a baby inside you doesn’t make me hard as hell.”
Oh. My. God.
Is he trying to make my ovaries spontaneously fertilize?
“I’m tested, too,” he goes on, like he didn’t just test the limits of immaculate conception. “We all are, and I have a schedule of checkups for our general health.”
“Of course, you do.” I can’t help smirking. “Taking care of the people you love is your kink.”
He looms over me suddenly, amusement gleaming in his eyes as he tests the restraint on my left wrist. “It’s not the only one, as you’re discovering.”
A whimper tugs at my chest. “Then show me what makes you happy, Alpha.”
He makes a humming sound as he presses a knee into the mattress between my legs. “Unwrapping this gift in my nest will be a good start.”
I bite the edge of my tongue as he reaches for the top button of the shirt I changed into after breakfast. It’s a thin cotton blouse with cap sleeves and a strawberry print, and is a little more feminine than the polo shirts I wear most days. He seems to approve of the lace edging, his thumbs stroking the fabric as he works on my buttons. When he reaches the last one, I can’t resist squirming, and he presses a hand to my thigh.
“You didn’t tie my legs,” I blurt out, because that seems kind of important right now.
He nods, his hand sliding up to the rest over the zipper on my jeans. “Not practical, given how big the bed is. Although, there are custom restraints that would work.” He blinks slowly, likehe’s adding them to a shopping list in his head. “Plus, I don’t want to have to cut your jeans off. I particularly like the way these ones grip your thighs.”
I’m starting to think my thighs might be one of his fetishes, but his hands drift back up to my shirt, which he carefully eases off my shoulders. Out of my limited supply of bras, this is definitely my best, and he smiles his approval as he traces the deep V between my breasts. But he doesn’t stop there, skimming my curves to press his fingers gently against each rib. My tummy gets the same treatment, his pupils blowing wide as he runs a thumb over the silvery stretch marks under my momma pooch.
“Don’t tell me that makes you hard as hell, too,” I joke when he lingers there, but he leans forward suddenly, his erection pressing against my thigh.
“I love everything about you, Lily, but this is the proof that I was inside you.” He leans down to kiss the curve of my belly. “Maybe Ellis hit the jackpot with Leo, but I was there every step of the way.”
There’s a note of longing in his voice, and I wish I could reach up to touch his cheek. “You were,” I whisper instead. “Don’t you remember coaching me to take his knot? I felt so close to you, it was like you were both inside me at the same time.”
His hum sounds more like a growl this time, and he presses his weight against me as he leans down to kiss me. It’s the furthest thing from controlled, his tongue plunging between my lips to taste every inch of my mouth. With anyone else it would be messy, but even as hungry as he is, I can feel the purpose behind his touch. He’s not just kissing me, he’s claiming me, his tongue rubbing mine, before pulling back to nip my bottom lip. I moan into his mouth, not trying to match his arousal, but letting myself sink back into the bed and take it.
My submission, because that’s what has my thighs trembling against the arch of his body, earns me a soft growl. His mouthsoftens, working carefully to cover every inch of my swollen lips. When he finally pulls back, there’s a faint blush on his chiseled cheekbones and the scent of his arousal cascades over me in a seductive wave.
“I could get lost in your mouth for hours,” he murmurs, pressing his thumb to my panting lips. “Why don’t you just suck me for a while, Omega?”
I blink, but his other hand is cupping my left breast. He’s stroking my nipple through my bra, but he’s also calming me down, reminding me that my pleasure will unfold at the pace he sets.
I expect him to slide further up my body, but he just nudges his thumb between my lips and smiles. “Show me how good you can be for me, Omega.”
I suck, because the weight of his thumb on my tongue is so perfect, I can’t stop my eyes from fluttering shut. While I lap at his thumb, tasting the heady flavor of his skin, he plays with my nipples, circling the sensitive flesh until I’m quivering with need. The contrary feelings of being filled and being petted lull me into a soft space, every other thought receding until he says, “Tell me about the toys in your trailer, Lily.”
