I forced myself to hold his gaze defiantly. “I thought I was too skinny.”
He shook his head slowly. “Being skinny or fat or in between doesn’t have a thing to do with being perfect. I just want to make sure you have all the food you want, that’s all. I feel like maybe you don’t always.”
I shivered, breaking eye contact before he could see the wetness gathering on my eyelashes.
“Now, touch yourself,” he went on. “Run your hands over your skin. Pinch your nipples if that feels good to you. Look at me while you do it.”
My breath stuttered. I forced myself to look back at him, focusing on a point above his left collarbone as I lifted my hands and tentatively stroked them over my upper body.
It wasn’t accurate to say that I’d never explored myself. But living on the streets didn’t come with a whole lot of privacy... and it could be hard to keep my mind from slipping back to the past. Plus, it had never felt anything like this when I was alone.
I’d never had horny alpha hormones flowing around me like a cloud, smelling like the most perfect bakery in existence. Under Gage’s approving gaze, the uninspiring slide of skin on skin transformed into bottled lightning rushing along my nerves. My lips parted as I explored, teasing the tender flesh of my tits and stroking down my stomach.
“That’s it,” Gage murmured. “Touch between your legs. Get that slick all over your fingers and explore a bit.”
I moaned, more slick pulsing out as though he’d called it directly into existence with his words. Tentatively, I stroked mywet folds; the whole area awake now after having been asleep for years. My clit, a sullen and uninterested observer since I’d escaped my captivity eight years ago, lit up with electric pleasure.
“God,” I yelped, circling a finger around it faster and faster. “Gage! Please... touch me! I need you to touch me!”
Instinct surged, demanding that my mate stop teasing and get to work on me. Gage let out a low rumble of a growl, and then he was leaning over me, his big hands covering mine where they worked my breast and clit.
“You’re close already, kitten,” he said, the words heavy with satisfaction. “You want me to fill you up with my fingers while you come?”
My passage gave a warning flutter. I arched, my heart pounding furiously.
“Y-yes!” I cried, even though what I really wanted was the hard cock I’d felt nudging against me earlier.
The hand guiding mine slid away, further back. Blunt fingers teased my entrance, meeting no resistance thanks to the slick I was churning out. For a bare instant, the intrusion felt deeply strange—like there was a sense memory trying to fight its way to the fore.
It sunk beneath the wild waves of pleasure rocking me, though. There was no similarity whatsoever between what was happening now, and the last time I’d been penetrated. Gage’s fingers slid along the front wall of my passage, igniting new sparks as he rubbed at some magic spot inside me that made me see stars.
“That’s it,” he said, sounding faintly breathless. “Let go. Let me feel you, kitten. God, you’re so beautiful like this.”
Pleasure ricocheted between his fingers and mine, tangling up into a ball that got bigger and hotter and wilder until it burst,washing through my entire body in an explosion of pulsing warmth.
I let out a strangled shriek, nearly levitating off the bed as my pussy clenched convulsively, over and over. I could feel my muscles trying to clamp down on Gage’s thick knuckles, but he was already pulling his fingers free.
I whimpered, too far gone to be ashamed of the pitiful noise.
“Shh,” he soothed. “Do you want more? I can use my mouth on you. See if I can make you come again, only harder this time.”
Harder? Was heinsane?
Only... Ididwant more. I wanted so much more. If his mouth was the thing on offer, then I would take it because I was a greedy bitch living firmly in denial until the sun came up.
“Yes,” I said. “Yes, I want your mouth.”
I want all of you.
“Good girl,” Gage murmured.
I shivered, gooseflesh breaking out across my arms.
He took me by the ankles and tugged me to the edge of the mattress, kneeling on the floor in his white undershirt and tailored suit trousers. I groaned as he slung my knees over his broad shoulders and hitched my hips right to the edge.
His nose tickled my pubic hair, and I heard him inhale greedily.
“Jesus Christ, you smell like heaven,” he muttered, before his broad tongue rasped along the length of my folds, lapping up the mess I was making.
