“You really think you can take me, Emmett?” she says, her voice back to the confident woman I know.
“I know I can,” I say, kissing her. “The question is, Auryn: Can you take me?”
She grins back at me as she pushes me until my back is against the mattress, and within a flash, she is tearing my pants off.
“I don’t know,” she says, roving her gaze over my now naked body. My cock bounces free, hard and wet.
“Well, there’s only one way to find out,” I tell her as she straddles me. I settle my hands on her hips and scoot down, until her pussy is right against my neck. My hands rest on her ass cheeks, and I look up at her, my gaze asking permission before my mouth does. She nods.
“Okay,” she says, but before I can lift her, she holds a hand up.
“But this doesn’t change anything,” she says, and I grin. We both know it does, but for the moment, I won’t fight her.
“Of course not,” I say. “You can go back to hating me after I make you come all over my fucking face, okay, princess?”
She nods.
“I like you better when you don’t talk,” she says as she lifts herself and smothers me with her pussy against my mouth, stopping me from breathing.
I can take the hint, so I do.
I feast on her like she’s a piece of cake left in the fridge, just for me.
My tongue slides along her wetness. She’s fuckingsoaked.My cock twitches, but I ignore it because the taste of her is like….
Lemon meringue pie.
Fuck me all to hell, I love lemon meringue pie.
She whines and whimpers with every lick, every bite of her clit. Her legs shake, and I hold her tighter. I remove one hand and slip not one but two fingers into her aching center as I lick and suck her clit, and she comes undone.
“Fucking hell, Emmett!” She sounds mad, but also not mad.
Like she’s annoyed that I could get her to come so quickly, which only makes me grin. She tries to move, but I hold her still, my speech muffled against her heat. “Not done yet, princess.”
Before she can fight me I upend her onto her back and lace her ankles around my neck, and I stuff a third finger into her, working her up until I know she’s close, and then I pull back.
“What the hell! Don’t stop!” she shrieks. I grin.
“Say please,” I tell her, licking my lips.
“No,” she says, her eyes full of mischief.
“Fine, then I–” I motion to leave, but she grabs my head and pushes me down to her soaked folds and growls.
“I’m not asking you, Emmett, I’morderingyou.”
I laugh but say nothing as I drive my tongue back into her and bring to the edge again until she’s coming undone.
“So fucking bossy,” I say as I let her legs go.
And that’s when I smell the scent of alpha that makes my own high on alert. I turn to see Gage standing in the doorway.
Oh, shit.
Chapter 18
Gage
