Serapina doesn’t seem to notice any of this, her body simply melting into mine with each stroke of my lips against hers.
But the moment I slip my tongue into her mouth, our embrace changes.
Her nails scrape along my skin as she moves her hands up to my shoulders, then wraps her arms around my neck.
I groan, the feel of her pressed up against me the most intensely amazing sensation I’ve ever experienced. She’s so warm. So soft.So mine.
I deepen our kiss, my arm a steel band around her lower back.
Because I need more. I needher.
Gods, I’ve been starved for so fucking long. No Omega. No true mate. And now… now my ultimate fantasy is playing out in my dream world.
Serapina moans, her tits practically vibrating with the sound.
I shouldn’t continue. I should stop. But my hand drifts of its own accord, needing to feel her. Toknowher.
I cup her breast, eliciting another delicious sound from my mate as she arches into me. This wasn’t part of the plan. But I can’t stop now. I want to feel every inch of her. Memorize this moment… in case there’s not another one.
She gasps when I give her a little squeeze, then practically purrs when I thumb her nipple.
My mouth leaves hers to kiss a path down her neck, buther fingers suddenly thread through my hair as she yanks my head back up for more.
I smile just before our lips touch, then indulge in her demand.
Only this is more than an indulgence.
It’s a claiming.
Not just from me, but from her, too.
Because our kiss turns from explorative to feral in an instant, her tongue dueling mine as I thumb her nipple and press my lower half against her belly.
There’s no question as to where my knot is or how hard I am for her.
My cock is like a fucking brand against her soft skin, my body throbbing for her in ways I can show more than describe. “Fuck, Serapina,” I breathe.
She clings to me. “More, Morpheus. Please.”
My hands go to her hips, and I pull her flush against me, then lift her. “Wrap your legs around me,” I tell her.
She does.
Because of course she fucking does. She’s my good girl. Mydream.
I walk us backward to sit on the bench, where she straddles me with ease, but I don’t let her sit. I force her to stay on her knees and place her exactly where I want her—with her tits closer to my face.
Leaning forward, I take a nipple between my teeth and bite.
She gasps in surprise, then startles when I lave the sharp sting away with my tongue.
“Ohh,” she moans, her back arching as she tries to encourage me to do it again.
I don’t.
Instead, I suck, which draws even more beautiful mewls from my Omega.
Her fingers find their way back into my hair while her other hand goes to my shoulder. “That feels… feels so good…”
