“This is worse than before,” Jalen murmurs, brows furrowing. I mirror his expression, worry tightening my chest.
I lean closer, taking in her scent before placing a finger under her chin and tilting her face toward me. “Everything alright, sweetheart?”
Sierra looks up at me, and the vulnerability in her expression makes my chest ache. Her bottom lip trembles and my heart damn near breaks.
She needs soothing.
“Let me soothe you.”
Her throat moves, lower lip still trembling. She gives the barest nod.
I move carefully, shifting Sierra so she’s lying back against the pillows. Dax moves with me, understanding without words what I’m offering. What we’re both offering.
“Just feel,” I murmur, pressing a kiss to her temple.
My hand trails down her body, while Dax mirrors the movement on her other side.
Sierra makes a small sound, something between a whimper and a sigh, and I feel her body start to relax under our hands.
We work together, Dax and I. My hands slide under her shirt, finding warm skin, while his mouth traces down her neck.
“Is this okay?” I ask, even though I can smell her arousal building. Even though her body is responding to our touch. “Tell us if it’s too much.”
“It’s not too much,” she breathes.
I help her out of her shirt slowly, giving her every opportunity to stop us. But she doesn’t. Just lifts her arms and lets us undress her, her trust in us absolute.
She’s so fucking beautiful.
“Gorgeous,” Dax murmurs, his hand spanning her ribcage. “So fucking gorgeous, omega.”
I lean down and press a kiss to her sternum, right over her heart. Feel it racing under my lips.
My mouth trails lower, following the curve of her breast, and when I take her nipple between my lips, she gasps. Her hand comes up to grasp my hair deliciously possessively.
Dax is working on her other breast, his teeth grazing sensitive skin in a way that makes her arch. I kiss my way down her stomach, pausing to nip at her hip bone. She squirms, a breathy laugh escaping her, and I smile against her skin.
Dax helps me remove the rest of her clothes, and then she’s bare before us. Flushed and wanting and absolutely perfect.
I settle between her thighs, and the scent of her arousal is intoxicating. Sweet and warm and undeniably Sierra.
“You smell incredible,” I tell her, pressing kisses to her inner thigh. “Like honeycomb and heat and home.”
“Malik,” she breathes, and the way she says my name makes my cock throb.
But this isn’t about me. This is about her.
I look up, catching her eyes. “Watch me,” I say. “I want you to see how much I love doing this for you.”
Then I lean in and taste her properly.
She cries out, her hips lifting off the pillows, and I have to hold her steady as I work her with my tongue. She’s already wet, slick coating my lips, and I groan at the taste of her.
Perfect. She tastes perfect.
I take my time, exploring every fold, every sensitive spot, learning what makes her gasp and what makes her moan. My tongue circles her clit slowly, teasingly, and she makes this frustrated sound that makes me smile.
“Malik—”
