Her lip tremble had returned, so I quickly reassured her, “I'm alive and well, and I'm not going anywhere.” With her still firmly in my arms, I stepped from the shower and grabbed my electric toothbrush and a new head if she wanted to switch it out.
“Thank the goddess,” she whispered, accepting the brush, and I wasn’t sure why I was pleased as fuck when she didn’t switch the head, but I was. Every part of her was mine, and the least of the germs we would share was via a toothbrush.
Finishing my own shower took a few minutes longer than usual because I refused to let her out of my arms. When we were both clean, I got us out, dried, and back in my room. Somehow, I knew that the sheets would have been changed by Florence, our absolute miracle worker. Sure enough, we found fresh sheets, blinds drawn, the door closed, and no vomit.
The perfect setting for me to love my mate.
“Baby,” I said as I lifted her onto the middle of the bed and crouched over the top of her on my hands and knees. I got distracted by the sight of her long, naked limbs spread out below me, the wet strands of her strawberry hair bright against the white sheets.
A cheeky smile lit up her expression, and I was relieved to see that the icy blue of her irises had returned. “Yes, Golden? Though I do like when you look at me like a starving shifter.”
Holy fuck. Starving didn’t even come close to the desperate hunger I had for her. “Shortcake…” I pressed my lips to her shoulder, and then down to her throat. “I’m ravenous. I’m going to eat you like you’re a buffet and I have an all-day pass.”
Her pupils dilated as she reached for me, her fingers grazing over the bite mark she’d left on my throat, and her lips parted as she panted. “Good boy.”
My cock jerked so hard that I had to reach down and palm the fucker to stop it from jumping out of its skin. Desire, need, and joy merged into a desperate vortex inside me of. “You keep that up, pretty girl, and I’m not going to even get inside you before I’m coating you in my cum.”
Emme nodded, her pupils dilating as she parted her full lips and gasped. “Yes. I want you to mark and claim me in every single way, Kellan. You will do that for me, won’t you? My perfect, good boy.”
Goddess.Fuck!My cock leaked pre-cum everywhere. I’d never been this hard in my life. It was a pain that both tortured and pleased me.
Dragging my tongue along her soft skin, I sucked her right nipple deep into my mouth, gently biting around the tip, while my tongue laved as much of her skin as I could reach. Emme let out a guttural sort of scream, lacing her fingers into my hair and tightening her hold until it was almost painful.I wanted more.
I kissed between her luscious boobs, tasting every freckle I found on my way, and gave the left nipple just as much attention. Emme writhed against me, desperation clear in her little moans, and when I moved down her stomach, finding more sweet freckles, I finally settled between her thighs. The most perfect pussy, spread out for my feast.
I breathed in the scent of her arousal, a groan building from the deepest part of my chest. Guttural was this need. Desperate and frantic.
Sliding my nose across her lower lips, my tongue darted out to taste her, and my beast roared in my chest. I growled louder than I think I’d ever done, burying my face in her cunt and devouring my sweet omega.
“Kellan, oh fuck!” She bowed her back as I sucked hard on her clit. I was coated in her cum when she squirted, taking both of us by surprise.The best fucking surprise. Was it my birthday? Christmas? Did I just get a wish granted, because this was my lucky day.
Refusing to waste any of that deliciousness, I moved faster, my tongue swiping through her sex and across her clit, and when my hands tightened on her thighs, I relished the deep tremble in her muscles.
Determined to make her come again, I shifted my right hand to slide two fingers inside her, curling them up to her g-spot, shuddering as her walls clenched around me. “So tight, baby. I can’t wait to feel you on my cock. I need to claim every part of you.”
“Y-yes,” she mumbled, her mouth open as she palmed her tits and held on for life.
Pre-cum leaked so hard from my dick that I was all but lying in a wet patch as large as the one under Emme. Despite my best efforts to devour all her release, my girl was a squirter, and I wasfucking here for it.
New goal in life, make sure we both ended up in a puddle every morning.
And night.
And lunchtime.
All fucking day.
CHAPTER 29
EMME
Kellan Jackson was a delicious menace with his mouth. Hunter liked to devour as well, but the difference with Kellan was that he had no restraint. Hunter remained controlled and deliberate in his actions, and I loved that because when he actually lost control, it had so much impact.
My golden boy ate my pussy with the same ferocity that he approached all of life: with abandon and zero fucks given about what anyone else thought.Except me. He was all in to please me, and the focus he showed was unlike anything I’d ever experienced.
Kellan was the literal definition of a good boy, and he deserved all the praise.
I’d already come twice, and he was winding me up for a third, the pressure building from the base of my spine, until it burst through me in a wave. Kellan growled and buried his face harder against me, lapping up my orgasm like it was a melting ice-cream he refused to let drip on the ground. He was going to kill me. But what a way to go.
