“Luca, I perfumed for you literally the first time we met. Have Ieverbeen patient?”
“You will be tonight,” he growls, heady, intoxicating heat in his voice. He pulls off my other mitten and kisses my bare palm.
I groan, and he presses his hips against my needy core. Fuck, he’s hard and ready against the seam of my leggings. I perfume, filling my nest with warm honey, vanilla and jasmine, ready and wanting.
And my alpha is going to make me wait.
“Fuck, I love it when you perfume for me,” he groans, grinding against me just long enough to send sparks shooting down to my clit before drawing back with a devilish grin.
“Tease.”
“That’s the plan, princess.”
He sits me up and helps me out of my coat and tosses it aside. He nuzzles me from the column of my throat down to the curve where my neck meets my shoulder, opposite of Cassian’s bite. “Shall I mate you here, impatient princess?” He teases his fingertips up my thigh, and even through my leggings, it makes me shiver. “Or maybe here? These should come off, don’t you think?”
I arch up immediately, giving him access to tug my leggings down, and he obliges with that crooked grin of his, the one that sends heat to my core and soaks my panties with slick. He pulls those off with my leggings and socks and slides one long, tattooed finger between my folds. I whine, pressing into him, needing more of his touch where I’m already so wet, so sensitive.
“Saints, Juniper, I will never tire of how wet you get for me, the scent of your slick, the way your hips twitch when I touch you just like this.” He circles my swollen clit with the tip of his finger, and I buck against him, earning me a slow, lazy grin. “Mmm, yes. Just like that.”
I grab for him, needing to strip him of his clothes. “Naked,” I beg, panting, “Both of us. Now.”
Luca smirks but obliges me by tugging my sweater off over my head and then unclasping my bra. He slides the straps down my arms slowly, and I watch those tattooed hands move over my pale skin with a low whine.
He sits back on his knees, and I expect him to shoulder out of his coat, but he merely gazes at me for a moment, love shining in his pale green eyes. Then they glint with mischief, and I know I’m in for it.
“Play with those pretty pink nipples while I undress, princess?”
He doesn’t order me around like Simon or Ian, but his request fires me up just as much as my bossy beta or commanding alpha does. My hands fly to my breasts, and I roll my nipples between my fingers, moaning when pleasure sparks in my core.
Slowly, almost impossibly so, he shoulders out of his coat and tosses it aside. He unbuttons his flannel, taking his time and watching me as I pinch my nipples and massage my own breasts. It’s his touch I want, but there’s something so sexy in his slow perusal of my body as he shrugs off his flannel and yanks his tee shirt over his head.
Fuck, I’ll never tire of his beautiful, tattooed skin, the swirls and lines of ink that decorate him from collarbone to hip bone. He wears every drop of ink like art, and I could stare at him for hours.
His hands go for his belt, and I stop, dropping my hands.
“Not ready for you yet, princess.”
He sure fucking is. His thick erection tents his jeans and I whine, reaching for him again, wanting to hasten him along.
“Your nipple and your clit now,” he says, guiding my left hand to my breast and my right between my thighs. “But I’m the one who gets to make you come.”
Oh, saints. I’m going to explode from desire.
I circle my clit with my middle finger, sighing at the touch, and massage my breast with the other before pinching my nipple between two fingers. He watches me, intent on the way my eyes widen, and my mouth falls open. His gaze never leaves my face as I chase my pleasure.
He strips out of his pants and socks, then palms himself through the thin cotton of his boxers.
Pleasure winds tighter in my core and I circle my finger faster, letting out little cries and mewls as my alpha finally strips himself bare.
He kneels between my thighs and grabs my hand before slowly, tantalizingly, sucking my slick from my fingers. I jerk upright, needing to feel his lips on mine, and he obliges me, drawing me into a kiss that makes me keen. His tongue slips into my mouth, and his piercing slides against my tongue until I’m moaning and panting into our kiss.
He thrusts two fingers into my needy cunt and pumps, angling his fingers back so his knuckles massage my estrus gland and the pads of his fingers hit the spot on my front wall that makes me delirious with pleasure. He strokes me until I’m shaking against him, until my soft cries break into throaty moans.
I come apart, kissing him desperately, his tongue thrusting into my mouth as his fingers thrust into my cunt. I spasm around him, whimpering as I rock against him, drawing out my orgasm. His thumb finds my clit and the second he circles it, I crest again. I break our kiss and bury my face in his shoulder, crying out as he strokes me through one orgasm and then another.
“Luca,” I beg. “Please, I need you.”
He pouts, actuallypouts, at me. “But I wanted to eat you out until you were screaming.”
