“You… you want to be good for me?”
“Baby, I want to be so good for you. I want to give you everything. Please give me what’s been mine this whole time.”
I can’t take it anymore as I scoot myself closer to his face. He inhales, and his brows furrow.
“Who else has touched this pussy?” he asks, his fingers getting closer and closer to where I really want them.
“What?”
“How. Many?” he asks again, in a tone that rattles my brain and makes me perfume even more.
“Two,” I tell him.
I’m obviously a convincing liar when he replies, “Alphas?” And I want to groan.
“Does it matter?”
“It does for them,” he says cryptically as his nose glides over my panties, and he inhales deeply. “Fuck, please,” he growls.
I don’t answer. I just grab him by his hair and bring his face to my center. Quickly, he pulls the white lace to the side with one of his fingers, and his lips hungrily circle my clit. He moans the moment my slick hits his tongue. His large hands wrap around my thighs, and he forcibly slides my ass to the edge of the couch, so I’m completely exposed to him. But he gets frustrated when the lace slips between his fingers and covers me. I feel like I can’t breathe. I’m so overwhelmed that this is finally happening, that it’s something he wants. My heart beats rapidly in my chest and I just let him touch me, my body completely pliant to whatever he’ll give me.
He growls as he takes the lace between his teeth, tearing the crotch out. The lace rolls and rests over my stomach. That is single-handedly the hottest thing I have ever experienced. He fucks me with his fingers while his tongue circles my clit. His grip on my thighs is so tight I know my skin will be bruised come tomorrow.
Ian removes his fingers from my pussy and slides one against my ass. He circles me with his slick-covered fingers. “How many have touched this tight ass?” he asks.
“Just you,” I reply. He smiles as he slowly pushes a finger inside. The feeling is new but completely welcome. He uses his other hand to gather more slick to lubricate his fingers. Ian fucks me in the ass while he sucks hard on my clit, making me moan and writhe.
“I want you to come all over my face,” he tells me as he fucks me harder with his fingers. The pressure is intense but so enjoyable. I never thought that would feel so good. His perfectly shaped lips suck hard on my clit as his tongue flicks back and forth, and I’m wrecked. My body starts to seize, and it’s like the most exhilarating energy pumping through my veins. Touching myself never felt this good.
My thighs clench around his face, and he doesn’t stop. He keeps licking and fucking me. He just won’t stop, he doesn’t reduce the pressure.
I’m panting and moaning as I try to push his face away from me. “No more, Ian, I can’t take any more.” He hums and shakes his head no as he uses his other fingers to fill my cunt. I’m so full as he stares down at me with a heavy gaze.
“You’re not done until I say so,” he says.
“Please, Ian, it’s too much.”
“Tell me you’re mine. Tell me how badly you’ve wanted your older brother to fuck you, mark you, and make you mine.”
I can’t breathe. Every nerve ending is on fire.What, he wants me to tell him what?I stay silent as his fingers in my pussy curl upward, and he fucks me so fast I can hardly breathe.
I’m beside myself when my second orgasm hits me. The overwhelming sensitivity of my clit makes me want to push him away. The amount of slick that coats his hands is obscene. Spots dance in my vision, and I can hardly handle my breathing. His fingers don’t leave me, and he keeps fucking me.
“Ian, I can’t. Please.”
“Tell me you’re mine.”
“I’ve always been yours. Now fucking stop!” He smiles and slowly removes his fingers from my ass and cunt. I wince at the loss of him, and he smiles in adoration as he sees the amount of slick on the couch. I don’t know why, but it hits me that we didn’t even kiss. He’s honestly hardly touched me except for fucking me with his hands, and it kinda makes me feel sad. Is his connection to me just primal and sexual because I’m an Omega, or does he want me beyond that? I wrap my arms around myself and sigh.
“Ezra is picking up your things. You’re moving in with me. This is the last time you will be at Lavender Moon as a dancer,” he says as he washes his hands in the sink in the corner.
I look at him incredulously. I want to fight him over this, but honestly, I’m so exhausted from coming so hard. I just want to sleep. Would I even want to work at Lavender Moon if I had Ian and his pack? I guess not. But just because Ian says so, it doesn’t mean that Ezra or James really want me.
“Will...” I stop talking and move Ian’s jacket over my shoulders.
“Will, what?” I look at him, and he must see something in my face as he softens. Getting down on his haunches, his hands wrap around my thighs.
“What is it, baby?” he asks, and I melt a little. It’s pathetic.
