His chest rumbled in sleepy satisfaction, Jules touching her freely as if he had never kept his distance all those weeks. “Your pupils are heavily dilated. Omegas broadcast desire for their mate’s attention this way. The world must seem very bright indeed, but it’s nothing to be afraid of.”
His dulcet tone, the low rumble that worked itself into his steady voice, was like a physical stroke over her sex. He purred loudly, and it set her eyes to roll back into her skull, left her melting down into her nest.
Thoughts quiet.
Indulgent, Jules took a deep breath, savoring the taste of the air, and smirked like a cat ready to pounce. She couldsmellhis cock engorging, his scent growing thick with pheromones as he rolled his weight on top of her.
To block out the sun.
And there it was—hot, pulsating, dripping against her belly. A thick, ringed,strangecock, with foreskin, with dark swirling tattoos, with promises that he would add to the delicious soreness between her legs if she would submit.
As if to drive her insane, the maddeningclick, click, clickrestarted its clamor at the back of her brain. The racket overwhelming as she accepted his searching kisses that he pressed to her lips.
“Something is wrong with me,” Brenya muttered, pulse loud in her ears.
Male weight pushing her down into the nest, Jules’s lips lingered at her ear to whisper, “Then let me help you make it all better.”
Better? Yes. The Beta could fix this, whatever was wrong with her brain, whatever banged at her skull… his scent alone broadcasting he was the answer. He could use his fingers and pluck the right nerve. He had to, if she’d just hitch her legs open.
Knowing fingers stroking her body, a strong hand cupping her breast, kneading. He held tender flesh to his lips, drawing her beaded nipple to his mouth.
And she moaned with the pleasure of it, fisting the sheets and arching into his mouth. “I feel so strange.”
“Do you?” Jules asked between sucking bites, cock dripping his sticky fluid all over her thigh. “Tell me.”
Breathless, she murmured, “I should be so angry with you…”
The sting of teeth, a hiss of pain, and she abandoned her handfuls of bedding to wrap her arms around him and dig her nails into his back.
Jules carved his name into her flesh with each wet kiss, pressed his thigh firmly between her open legs so she could rock her aching pussy against his strength.
Rivulets of slick came pouring from her slit, Brenya’s skin tingling where callused, rough palms gripped flesh.
And she touched him. Shehadto touch all of him.
To nip him as he bit her, to entice him, to make him never, ever stop, or the clicking would drive her mad.
Coherent thought long gone, foreign Omega urges forced her legs to wrap about his torso, lewdly angling the part of her that dripped.
The head of his cock caught on her opening, notched at the mouth of her cunt. And though she rocked her hips upward so he might use her, Jules did not thrust in.
Instead, he kissed a path down her flat belly, his lips brushing her mound with reverence.
With devotion.
Thumbs parting her lower lips, Jules opened the fountain of her cunt so slick might flow freely.
That first thorough lick left Brenya begging, “Please, please, please…” unsure what she begged for.
When she had been trapped with Jacques, the Alpha had used oral sex as a way to torture her, to edge her and punish her, and she’d hated it with a passion.
Yet, when Jules sucked her pert clit into his mouth, the pulsating suction and little flicks of his tongue were heaven. She died, right there, a warbling scream lost in the bloody walls of the Red Room.
Hands tangled in his dark hair, Brenya yanked on his brown locks to pull him closer. Thighs trembling around his head, she ground her pussy against his face and knew the most exquisite pleasure.
And the Beta knew how to savor, spent ages seeking out what made her squirm, coaxing her whimpers and sucking gasps.
And then he taught her something new.
