My hand tightens on Cove’s waist, and it clicks. I’ve been grinding against her ass in my sleep. Her pheromones are thick in the air, and her ass perfectly frames my length.
I freeze, unsure what to do with myself. This isn’t exactly the place to slide inside her. The nurses come in every couple hours to check her vitals. Then again, this is an omega clinic. I’m sure they’ve seen some shit.
Damn.
I’m normally more respectful than my dick is making me out to be.
Cove wiggles back, working her ass over my shaft.
I’m on my side, and I push up using my elbow, resting my head on my palm. Tugging the hand off her waist, I gently pull the hair back from her face.
She looks peaceful, like she’s still asleep, but she stops breathing.
I smile, dancing my fingers down her neck. “Oh, princess. You’re a terrible faker. You don’t stop breathing when you’re asleep.” Well, I suppose certain people do if they have sleepapnea, but that’s not what’s happening here. Scooting down, I get close to her ear. “Dirty. Little. Faker. I know you’re awake.”
Cove stays on her side but twists her top half back toward me. Her bright blue eyes shimmer in the dim light as she stares at me over her shoulder. Her teeth dig into her lower lip, and she purposely clenches her ass cheeks.
My cock strains against the material of the sweats I changed into when we went to sleep.
“I am awake. What do you plan to do about it?” She whispers the question and brings her hand to cup my jaw. “I’ve missed you, Declan.”
I spent most of the night with her last night and hours this evening before we fell asleep, but something tells me that’s not what she means.
I growl, pushing my lips to hers to muffle the sound.
Fuck.
They’re probably going to kick us out of here, but it might be worth it.
My fingers wrap around her chin, tilting her face farther back toward me. It’s a complicated angle, but I lean over her torso, and it makes it easy to devour her mouth.
Her orange creamy scent is already so potent in the air that it feels like it’s purposely antagonizing my instincts. When she begins perfuming, I’m in real trouble.
Cove grinds her ass against my shaft, kissing me like she wants to send me into rut. The concern and fear I felt last night probably aren’t helping anything. All I could focus on was that if we had a bond, I would have been able to feel that she was okay.
Being able to touch her and see with my own two eyes that she’s fine should help settle my instincts, but her scent is doing the opposite.
The naughty omega snakes a hand back between us, gripping my shaft and jerking me off, despite the material separating us.
My teeth rake over her bottom lip, and she whimpers.
I lick away blood, my brow furrowing.
Goddammit.
I forgot about Ravvi’s claiming bite. It’s still healing. Swiping my tongue over the wound, I pray my saliva does the job to seal it once more.
“Shit. I’m sorry. I forgot?—”
“It’s okay. You can make it up to me.” She releases my cock, grabs my hand, and guides it to her pussy. “I ache for you, Declan.” She lifts her top leg, pulling it up to give me easier access.
“Do you really think this is the place?” I quirk an eyebrow, applying pressure to her panties to search for her clit. She sucks in a sharp breath and shoves her hips forward to meet my hand.Found it.“Then again,who am I to disappoint the princess? Roll away from me like you started.”
Cove turns until she’s fully on her side once more. It allows me to frame her back, and I keep my mouth close to her ear. The position is only possible because she has a long torso. Sure, I’m a lot taller than she is, but part of that is I have long legs.
She groans and grabs my hand to direct my fingers under her panties.
“Damn, you are a bossy little thing.” I chuckle, scraping my teeth down her throat. I find her clit, circling it with my middle finger as my pointer and ring fingers squeeze her labia. “Don’t worry, princess. I like that you’re not afraid to ask for what you want. It turns me the fuck on.”
