"So hard," she whispers, stroking me. Her thumb brushes over the head and I have to grab her wrist to stop her before I embarrass myself.
"Wait—I'm going to—if you keep—" I can't even finish the sentence. "Please. Let me—I need you to lay back."
She does, spreading her legs for me without hesitation. The trust in that gesture—in the way she opens herself completely,shows me how much slick she's producing, how ready—nearly undoes me.
I start to position myself between her thighs, but River's hand on my shoulder stops me.
"Before you knot her," he says quietly, "taste her first."
"I—what?" My face burns. I've never—I don't know how?—
"Use your mouth on her," River instructs, patient and calm. "It'll help take the edge off her heat. And you'll want to know what she tastes like."
"I don't know if I—" Panic rises. What if I do it wrong? What if?—
"I'll guide you through it." River settles beside us. "Trust me, Seth. You can do this."
I look at Bea, spread out before me, and the sight makes something primal stir in my chest. I want to taste her. Want to know what makes her fall apart before I'm inside her.
"Okay," I breathe. "Okay. Tell me what to do."
"Start slow," River says. "Kiss her thighs first. Let her anticipation build."
I lean down, pressing tentative kisses to her inner thigh. Her skin is fever-hot, and she whimpers at the contact.
"Good," River encourages. "Now use your tongue. Lick through her folds. Taste her slick."
I do, and oh god. The taste of her floods my senses—sweet and addictive and uniquely Bea. My alpha instincts roar to life. Mine. This is mine.
"Seth—" Bea's hands fist in my hair. "Oh god?—"
"Her clit," River instructs. "Right at the top. That bundle of nerves. Use your tongue to circle it, then suck gently."
I follow his guidance, finding that sensitive spot, and when I close my lips around it and suck, Bea nearly levitates off the nest.
"Just like that," River says. "Listen to her sounds. They'll tell you what she needs."
I'm getting lost in it now. In the taste of her, the sounds she makes, the way her thighs tremble around my head. I experiment—licking, sucking, finding what makes her moan loudest.
"You can use your fingers too," Grayson adds. "Push one inside while you work her clit with your mouth."
I slide one finger into her while my mouth focuses on that bundle of nerves, and she cries out. Her inner walls clench around my finger, trying to pull me deeper.
"That's it," River encourages. "You're doing perfect. She's close. Can you feel it?"
I can. Her whole body is tensing, thighs quaking, her fingers tightening in my hair almost painfully.
"Make her come, Seth. She needs it."
I double my efforts, sucking harder on her clit while curling my finger inside her, and she shatters. Screams my name. Her whole body goes rigid, inner walls pulsing around my finger, fresh slick flooding my tongue.
I work her through it, savoring every second, every sound, every pulse of her release.
When she goes limp, gasping for breath, I pull back. My face is wet with her slick, and I can't bring myself to care.
"How was that?" River asks, and there's pride in his voice.
"Incredible," I breathe. "She's incredible."
