The heat in my belly spread, rushing through my veins, making my breath catch and my thighs clench where they bracketed his hips.
"I need you." The words came out breathless, honest, my gray eyes holding his green ones, my voice barely above awhisper. "I need you to touch me, Nolan. I need you to make me feel something other than afraid."
His breath caught, his hand tightening on my neck, his purr intensifying until I could feel it in my bones, his whole body going taut beneath me.
"Are you sure?" His voice was strained, his other hand gripping my hip like he was holding himself back through sheer force of will, his green eyes dark with want but still searching mine for any sign of hesitation. "We don't have to do anything you're not ready for. I can just hold you. I can?—"
I kissed him. It wasn't gentle — not the way I'd expected our first real kiss to be. It was desperate and hungry, all the restless energy inside me pouring out through the press of my lips against his, my fingers threading through his sandy hair, my body pressing closer until there was no space between us.
He groaned against my mouth, his hands sliding down to grip my hips, pulling me harder against him, his tongue sweeping against my lower lip in a question I answered by opening for him, my own moan swallowed by the kiss. The kiss deepened, turned messy and wet and perfect, his hands roaming up my sides, my back, tangling in my hair. I could feel him hardening beneath me, could feel my body responding — slick beginning to gather, that telltale A/B/O response that still sometimes surprised me with its intensity.
"Aster." He pulled back, breathing hard, his lips swollen and wet, his green eyes nearly black with desire, his chest heaving. "We should — there's a cot in the back. For overnight patients. It's more comfortable than?—"
"Yes." I was already climbing off his lap, grabbing his hand, pulling him toward the back room, my voice urgent. "Yes. Now. Please." The cot was narrow but clean, covered in soft blankets that smelled like him — eucalyptus and honey and something warmer underneath. He laid me down like I was somethingprecious, his hands gentle as he arranged me on the pillows, his eyes roaming over me with an expression that made my chest ache.
"You're beautiful." His voice was reverent, his fingers tracing the hem of Kol's t-shirt where it had ridden up on my thighs, his touch featherlight and maddening, his green eyes soft with wonder. "So beautiful, Aster. I've wanted to touch you like this since the moment I saw you in that stable."
"Then touch me." My voice came out hoarse, my back arching slightly, seeking more contact, my hands reaching for him. "Please, Nolan. I need?—"
"I know what you need." He leaned down and pressed a kiss to my forehead, my cheek, the corner of my mouth, his voice soft and certain against my skin. "I'm going to take care of you. I'm going to make you feel so good. Will you let me?"
"Yes." The word was barely a whisper, my whole body trembling with anticipation, my hands clutching at his shoulders. "Yes, yes, please?—"
He silenced me with another kiss, slower this time, deeper, his tongue exploring my mouth while his hands found the hem of my shirt and began to pull it up. He broke the kiss only long enough to lift it over my head, leaving me bare beneath him — I hadn't bothered with anything else when I'd left the pack room.
"God." The word came out strangled, his green eyes sweeping over my body with an expression of pure wonder, his hands hovering like he wasn't sure where to touch first, his breath catching audibly. "You're perfect. Absolutely perfect."
I squirmed under his gaze, feeling exposed in a way that had nothing to do with nudity and everything to do with the rawness of his expression, the naked want in his eyes, heat flushing across my skin.
"Touch me." My voice cracked on the words, my hands finding his and pressing them to my skin, needing the contactlike I needed air. "Please. I need to feel you." His hands were warm and gentle as they began to explore — tracing the curve of my waist, the dip of my navel, the swell of my breasts. He touched me like he was mapping me, memorizing every inch, his expression focused and intent, his breathing going ragged.
"Tell me what feels good." His thumb brushed across my nipple, making me gasp, my back arching into the touch, sparks shooting down my spine. "Tell me what you like. I want to learn everything about your body."
"That." My voice came out high and breathless as he repeated the motion, his other hand mirroring on my other breast, my fingers digging into the blankets beneath me. "That feels — oh god, Nolan?—"
He ducked his head and replaced his thumb with his mouth, his tongue swirling around the peaked flesh, and I cried out, my hands flying to his hair, holding him there, my hips lifting off the cot.
"So responsive." He murmured against my skin, his voice thick with approval, his breath hot on my wet flesh, his purr vibrating through both of us. "So perfect for me. Such a good girl."
He moved to my other breast, giving it the same attention, his hands continuing to explore — down my sides, across my stomach, tracing patterns on my hip bones that made my muscles jump and twitch, leaving fire everywhere he touched. The slick was flowing freely now, coating my thighs, filling the small room with the sweet scent of aroused Omega. I could smell his response too — his Alpha scent deepening, growing headier, wrapping around us both like a blanket, eucalyptus and honey gone dark with desire.
"You smell incredible." He lifted his head, his green eyes nearly black as they met mine, his voice rough with need, hisnostrils flaring as he breathed me in. "Like honey and lilac and mine. Can I taste you, Aster? Can I put my mouth on you?"
The question sent a bolt of heat straight through me, my hips lifting involuntarily, my thighs falling open in silent invitation, a whimper escaping my throat.
"Yes." The word came out as a moan, my whole body flushing with want, my hands reaching for him. "Please. Yes." He pressed a kiss to my sternum, then lower — my stomach, my hip, the inside of my thigh. Each touch of his lips left fire in its wake, made me squirm and pant and clutch at the blankets beneath me, my breath coming in ragged gasps.
When he finally settled between my legs, his breath hot against my most sensitive flesh, I thought I might die from the anticipation, my whole body trembling.
"So wet for me." His voice was wondering, reverent, his fingers tracing through the slick gathered there, spreading it across my skin, his green eyes fixed on where I was most vulnerable. "So ready. You're beautiful here too. Every part of you is beautiful."
"Nolan—" His name was a plea, my hips lifting toward him, desperate for more contact, my voice breaking on the word. "Please, I need—" The first touch of his tongue made me cry out, my hands flying to his hair, my thighs clenching around his head. He groaned against me, the vibration sending sparks shooting up my spine, and then he began to lick in earnest — long, slow strokes that explored every fold, every secret place, learning me with the same methodical thoroughness he applied to everything.
"Oh god." I couldn't keep still, my hips rolling against his mouth, chasing the pleasure building in my core, my voice going high and desperate. "Oh god, Nolan, that's — don't stop, please don't stop?—"
He didn't stop. He found the swollen bundle of nerves at the apex of my sex and focused there, his tongue circling with devastating precision, his purr rumbling through him and into me until I could feel it everywhere, until my whole body was vibrating with it.
"I'm going to add my fingers now." His voice was muffled against my flesh, his breath hot and damp, his hands gripping my thighs to hold me open. "Is that okay? I want to feel you from the inside. I want to feel you come around my fingers."
