“Needy, impatient omega,” he teases, thrusting a finger into my cunt. I arch against him, desire spiraling through me. He adds a second, fucking me slowly. He hooks his fingers inside me until the pads of his fingers massage the spot inside me that makes me buck and writhe, while his knuckles stroke against the sensitive estrus gland on my back wall.
I clench around him, and he grunts in approval, quickening his strokes.
“Make love to me,” I plead.
A slow, lazy smile lights his face. “Tonight is about your pleasure, love.”
“Your knot would bring me pleasure.”
He laughs, and the sound is so light, so boyish and unburdened, that my heart squeezes tight in my chest.
He ducks close to me. “We will, beautiful. But tonight, I want to watch you come until you’re spent and can finally fall asleep in my arms. When I do make love to you, I’m going to take my time, take you over and over, make you come on my knot until you don’t think you can come anymore… and then make you come again.”
I’ll hold him to that promise and then hold him close when his knot is locked and throbbing inside of me. “Yes,” I breathe.
His thumb circles my clit, and he catches my moan with a kiss.
He winds me up perfectly, stroking my clit and fucking his fingers into my wet cunt until I’m thrashing, on the very precipice of an orgasm that I know I’ll feel down to my very soul.
“Fuck, I’ve dreamed of this moment for so long,” he whispers in my ear. “Come for me, Junes.”
He circles my clit faster, and I meet his eyes. I’m trapped in the dark pools, and I can’t look away as my orgasm rips through me. Pleasure floods my body as my cunt quakes around his fingers, squeezing him as he continues to fuck me. But he doesn’t stop thrusting, doesn’t stop circling my clit. He doesn’t let me come down from my peak, keeping me strung out on the most blissful ecstasy.
“Another,” he demands, finding my nipple with his teeth, scraping them against the sensitive bud.
I let out a strangled cry as I crest again, my whole body shaking as I writhe in his lap.
He kisses me sweetly as his touches slow, but he isn’t finished with me. He guides me down from my peak before winding me up again, coaxing me through another orgasm and then another, his fingers moving deftly inside me.
I slump against him, burying my head in the crook of his neck, greedily drawing his sea-salt-and-summer sunshine scent into my nose. I groan when his fingers slip from my cunt, thinking he’s finished with me, but he circles my clit with his fingers and teases through my slippery folds before thrusting into me again.
His touch is slow and deliberate as he rocks his hand inside me, drawing me up until I teeter at the edge of another orgasm.
I come like that, my arms around his neck, my face buried against his throat as I cling to him. His touch is so tender, so full of love and adoration, that it sends me over the edge once more. My orgasm is slow, soft and achingly sweet and I sag against him, aftershocks making me clench around his fingers.
When he finally withdraws from me for the last time, he holds his fingers to his nose, dragging my scent into his lungs before slipping his fingers between his lips and sucking my slick from them.
A choked moan escapes me, and I feel my cunt flutter, but I’m blissfully spent.
“My beautiful, brilliant omega,” he murmurs in my ear as he guides us down to the sofa, pulling a blanket around us. “Sleep now, love. I’ve got you.”
And I do, sinking into dreams of the most perfect, idyllic summer.
CHAPTER21
Isleep so deeply, it takes the sound of Simon frothing milk for a mocha to wake me. I stir in Cassian’s arms, wrapped up in his comforting summery scent as I slowly come awake.
Cassian’s already up, watching me with love and reverence in his eyes as he holds me tightly.
A blush creeps into my cheeks when Simon sends me a knowing smirk.
“Oh, saints. You heard us last night,” I grumble, burying my face in Cassian’s chest. His scent is so strong and potent here that it’s like walking down the beach on a perfect summer day.
“Pretty sure the whole block heard you,” Simon says lightly, pumping caramel syrup into his mug.
“Nah, the whole place is soundproofed,” Cassian says around a yawn.
“Next time, I get to watch.”
