Staying pressed against his neck, I gingerly move my hips back and forth, brushing the solid length resting between my legs. Bastien lets out a strangled groan and pulls my mouth to his.
I keep my eyes open and so does he, pushing aside my insecurities and leaning on him as I move back and forth on his lap. Every brush of his cock against my clit sends a pulse of pleasure through me, Bastien allowing me to control the pace of our movements as we rock together.
The pulses build up to a flood of sensation, bursts of sparks and arousal combining into a ball of need as I feel my release drawing up on me, but it remains achingly out of reach. I shift restlessly, my body drawn tight as a spinning top but unable to breach that final barrier. A frustrated whine breaks free, and Bastien tips up my chin, dropping a soft kiss on my lips.
“Do you trust me?”
I do.
When I nod, his hand drops down to my leg. The feel of his fingers on my bare skin makes me pause, his other hand stroking my back as his fingers move up my thigh and under my nightgown.
“Look at me, baby,” Bastien’s words are firm as I move my eyes to him. A tinge of worry threatens the edge of my consciousness, but he holds my gaze firm.
“Keep your eyes on me. Remember whose cock you’re rubbing that pretty pussy against.”
His dirty words pull a trickle of fluid from me, soaking my already wet underwear, and my body trembles as I feel his warm hands move to the top of my abdomen, stroking the skin.
“So soft,” he murmurs. “So beautiful, Ava.”
“Bastien.” His name stays on my lips like a prayer, and I repeat it over and over again, keeping my eyes on him as his hand drops to the top of my underwear.
“I’m here,” he promises, his eyes burning into me. “I’ve got you, baby.”
A sob slips from my mouth as his fingers slide into my underwear, through the warmth and slick of my pussy to circle my swollen nub.
He rubs his coarse thumb over my clit as I break our gazes, throwing my head back and toward the ceiling with a wordless keen.
“Fucking perfect. Such a pretty omega, Ava. I can’t wait to watch you come apart on my hand, soak me with that lovely slick.”
Words of praise drop from his lips as I writhe on his hand, those fingers moving and rubbing and tugging until my pleasures sweeps me away and my back arches, my mouth open as I cry out.
“Good girl,” he grounds out, and I shudder at the pleasure that flickers at his praise. I can’t fight the lightning raking down my spine, the scent of my own slick as it’s pulled from me by his talented hands.
Burying my face in him, my hands drop to grab at his wrist, pushing him on, both of us moving together to a rhythm only we can hear until I shatter completely in his arms.
He holds me tightly as I shake, murmuring endless words as he rises from the chair, wrapping my arms and legs around him as he crosses the room and lays me down on a soft couch.
When he tries to move away, I grab his arm tightly. Tiredness, pleasure and a little worry are all battling for space inside my head, and I don’t want him to leave me.
He touches my face gently before nudging me back and sliding in next to me. He lifts until I’m half on top of him, a soft blanket sliding over us.
He drops a butterfly kiss on the end of my nose. “Rest,” he whispers, pushing my hair back from my face as I blink at him sleepily.
A small smile curves my lips as I drift off, his arms tight around me.
Maybe I’m not so broken after all.
ChapterThirty-Nine
Lucien
Iforce my eyes down to the reports in front of me, squeezing the pen in my hands as I make a note on our accounts. Normally the stock market can keep my attention for hours, but not today.
Words blur in front of my eyes as a low, drawn-out moan filters through the wall of my brother’s office. The plastic snaps in my hand and I curse as black ink spills out across the page.
Pushing myself away from the desk, I glare at it as the sweet scent of an omega’s slick hits my nose.
Fuck.
