“I’ll get one of the others,” I murmur. I’m probably the last person she wants to touch her right now.
She reaches out a hand and threads her fingers through mine.
“No,” she whispers. “I need…need…”
Her hand drops to just above the line of her underwear and she rubs restlessly as her hips shift. It almost looks like she’s in pain. Her scent turns acrid for a moment, the biting scent of her arousal drawing me in, instinct pushing me to ease her.
I shift towards her slowly, her eyes widening as I press back into her softness. She spreads her legs wider as I press my knot into her, and I can feel her slick even through my sweats and her underwear. I imagine sinking into her warm, wet heat, and Harper gasps as I swell even more. I thrust, experimenting, my mouth salivating at the way her eyes roll slightly.
“Better?” I ask, my voice a bare croak.
She nods, holding my gaze. “More, please.” The sound is a whine.
Her begging flips something in me. I need to give her what she wants. My instincts are raking me down the insides, pushing me to pull her underwear down and sink into her. I can’t take it that far, but I can take the edge off for her.
There’s something I have to say first, though. I pull back slightly, forcing myself away from her so I can focus.
“I’m sorry, Harper,” I breathe, staring into her amber eyes. There’s no fear in them as she watches me, but the memory of her face won’t leave me for a long time. “I was an asshole yesterday, and it wasn’t your fault.”
“Forgiven,” she gasps, and she rocks towards me. I’m not sure she completely heard me. My instincts pull at me again, and I decide to repeat the apology later when we’re both in a sound frame of mind. For now, though, there’s something I dreamed about the other night that I want to try.
“Want to taste you,” I growl at her, and she shivers at the sound. “Tell me now if you want me to stop.”
When she shakes her head frantically and rubs against me, I could throw back my head and howl. Rolling her onto her back, I insert my hips between her thighs and drag my length slowly over her clit before pushing down, my hips moving in rapid circles. She cries out at the feel of me grinding into her, her legs opening further in invitation as she pushes herself against me, straining for release. I watch her closely for any sign of tension, ready to pull back if I need to.
She offers me her mouth and I take it, sucking on her lower lip and tugging it gently with my teeth, making her shudder. Leaning on my elbow, I wrap my hand around the back of her neck, dragging her in as I hitch her leg over my hip with the other. We move together, our hips in perfect sync, our scents thickening the air until it’s ripe with lust and anticipation.
“Oh, gods,” she whimpers as I break away, her mouth swollen red for me.
“Like seeing my mark on you,” I grumble, taking advantage of her position and sweeping in to run my tongue up the side of her neck. I avoid her collar, the sight of it making me want to break something. Instead, I kiss my way down her body, pressing her arms to her sides gently and growling at her when she tries to move them. Her head thrashes as I move down. The t-shirt she’s wearing smells like Gabe, and I grin savagely at her, sitting up as I release her hands and grip it, tearing down the middle. Her breasts bounce as she lands back with a gasp, a drawn-out moan cutting off with a choke as I seal my mouth over a perfect, cherry-colored nub and suck, my other hand palming her other breast and squeezing her nipple between my fingers.
My knot is swollen and I’m weeping from the tip, the scent of our fluids mixing together in the air and making me lightheaded as she trembles underneath me.
“Devlin,” she moans. The sound of my name on her lips untwists some of the ugliness inside me. This girl could be my own personal brand of scotch.
Her cries get louder, but I’m not ready for her to come yet. Releasing her with a soft pop, I admire the sight of her underneath me.
“Such a pretty omega,” I murmur, tracing my hand between her tits and down to the soft thatch of copper curls at the apex of her thighs. Her keening cry is music to my ears as I spread her lips with my finger and gently scratch a nail down her swollen clitoris.
“Oh,” she gasps, her head thrashing from side to side.
I’m aching to fill her up and pound her until she’s begging for my knot.Need.Instead, I slide further down the bed. Yanking off her shorts, I push her thighs wider with my shoulders until she mewls at the slight burn.
She props herself up slightly on her elbows to watch, a scarlet flush painting her cheeks and creeping down her chest. I fight back the urge to flip her over and give her a spanking, see if her ass turns the same colour.Another time, I tell myself, and my cock jumps at the thought.
We lock gazes, her bright golden eyes misty with arousal as she breathes heavily. I turn and press a gentle, open-mouthed kiss to her soft thigh, enjoying the way her legs try to clench.
“You’re gonna lie there like a good girl and take my mouth,” I rumble. “Gonna suck you until your slick pours out of you.”
Her eyes dilate and she nods breathlessly, throwing her head back with a moan when I bury my nose between her thighs. Honey and cinnamon and oranges. Fucking delectable.
I take my first long, slow lick up her center.
“Princess, you taste like sin,” I growl.
Her back arches and she screams, trying to shift back, but my hands plant firmly on her hips, pinning her. I place little teasing licks around her clit as she begs and twists her hands into the bedding. Her thighs are shaking when I lean in and kiss the little nub gently before running my teeth over it.
“Come,” I say roughly, and dart back in to suck, hard.
