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The moment we get home,I drag Ian toward the stairs, shouting over my shoulder to my other men that Ian and I are not, under any circumstances—save the world ending—to be disturbed.
He’s laughing as he follows me and it’s like the weight of the world has been lifted from his shoulders. The strain and the stress are gone. We’re no longer Professor Reinhardt and Miss Rose, hiding our love. We’re Ian and Juniper, in love, about to be mated.
And I intend to show Ian exactly what he means to me. I throw the door to my nest closed behind us and prowl across the mattress toward him, intent on stripping the alpha I find so very alluring bare. He chose me, and now I want to choose him.
I press up on my toes to kiss him, and he steadies me, his hands at my hips, so I can undo the buttons on his shirt. His tongue strokes into my mouth and I let out a whine, already needy for him. But right now, this is all about him. About the alpha I love so dearly.
I shove his shirt down his shoulders and cast it aside before burying my nose in his neck, drawing in his scent. It’s thick with his desire, potent and bright. Bergamot and cedar, the scent I haven’t been able to get enough of since I first smelled it on the raincoat he left in the infirmary after he saved me, after he watched over me as I slept and healed.
I smile against his lips and palm him through the front of his slacks, squeezing his hard length through the thin material. He lets out a sharp hiss, then growls, dragging me into a deep, demanding kiss.
“Fuck, I need you, my darling,” he grits out.
“Then you’ll have me,” I promise. Dropping to my knees in front of him, I tug down his pants and his boxers, freeing his thick erection. I perfume when I see him, hard and ready for me, flooding the air with honeyed vanilla and jasmine.
He groans and fists his hands in my hair, and I lean forward and lick up the underside of his hard cock before taking the tip in my mouth. I tongue the slit at the head of his length, and his hips jolt, driving him deeper into my mouth.
I moan around him, savoring the weight of him on my tongue, the feel of him in my mouth, at the back of my throat. I suck and I tease, bobbing on his length as I work him to the very edge. His knot starts to flare, and I squeeze it between my hands as I drag my lips over the head of his cock.
“Fuck,” Ian pants. “Stop. Beautiful darling. Stop. I’m going to lose my fucking mind if you don’t let me touch you. Undress, lie down, and spread your legs for me, omega.”
I whine at the order and ease off his cock, then do exactly as he says. I undress as quickly as I can before lying back in my nest, bare and ready for my alpha. I stroke my hands up my body until I’m cupping my breasts, desperate for stimulation.
“Those are mine to play with,” he growls, and I drop my hands to my sides at his possessive claim.
“Yes, alpha,” I murmur.
He kneels between my thighs, towering over me, and saints, is he beautiful, a dominant alpha god gazing down at me. He slicks two fingers through my soaked pussy and groans when he finds how wet and ready for him I am.
“Fuck,” he pants. “Oh, my good,goodgirl. You’re coming on my fingers, my tongue, and my cock before I bite you. Say you understand.”
I whine as he circles my clit and nod breathlessly, but he stares down at me, a stern yet sensual set to his lips.
“Yes, alpha! I understand. Please, please, please touch me.”
“Very good,” he murmurs, settling between my thighs and pumping two fingers into my needy core. “Rock, Juniper.”
I do as he says, frantically moving my hips against his hand as he sets his lips to my peaked nipple, drawing it into his mouth. He lashes his tongue against it, tweaks it between his teeth and gives it a soft tug. I writhe beneath him, every touch of his tongue and teeth against the sensitive bud sending sharp shocks of desire straight to my clit.
He finds the sensitive bundle of nerves with his thumb, and I rock into his touch, his thumb sliding over my clit as I fuck myself on his fingers.
He palms my other breast in his free hand and rolls my nipple between his fingers, and I throw my head back with a needy whimper. My cunt clenches around his fingers as my impending orgasm winds tighter and tighter in my belly and when he draws out, he thrusts back in with a third finger, stretching me and making me scream. I work myself against him more frantically as he rolls my nipple between his teeth and bottom lip, keening when he presses harder against my clit.
“Come for me, Juniper,” he demands, all irresistible alpha dominance. “Soak my hand with your slick.”
I whine, rocking harder, and the moment he sets the pads of his fingers against the inside of my front wall and massages, my orgasms rips through me. My back bows off my nest as he works me, pumping his fingers into me as my cunt flutters around him. I crest with a scream. He drops to his front between my thighs, still thrusting his fingers into my quaking cunt, slowly, teasingly, as I come down from my first orgasm. His attention on me is intent as he observes the way my breasts heave as I pant, the way my hips twitch, rolling against his thrusting fingers.
“I was supposed to be blowingyourmind,” I protest weakly.
“My darling,” he says, pressing kisses to the inside of my slick-drenched thighs. “There are very,veryfew things I love more in this world than making you come. So you’re going to keep being my good girl and you’re going to come as many times as I want you to before I fuck you.”
I let out a low, needy whine, and he laughs as he kisses my mound.
“Oh, my darling. You are going to be so very good for me.”
“Yes,” I chant. “Yes, yes, yes. Alpha, please.”
