“I am touchin’ you. If you want something from me, you’re gonna have to be specific.”
“I want you to go down on me,” she replies confidently.
I smile up at her, and her fingers massage my head as I slowly make my way down her body, leaving a trail of kisses in my wake.
When I’m by her sweet pussy, it takes everything in me to not just lap her up and give her what she wants. But I think I’ve become addicted to hearing how much Lily wants me, I need her to really beg for it. Maybe there’s a sick part of me that thinks if I hear her say it enough, I’ll actually believe it.
I’m slow, kissing her pelvis, her hip, and thighs.
I keep pressing my lips up and down her strong yet soft thighs. The side of my face will touch her pussy lips, but I don’t bring my mouth there.
She grows impatient, trying to direct my mouth where she wants me.
I graze my teeth against the inside of her thigh, causing the softest moan to slip between her lips and her whole body to shiver.
“Please, Tate. I need it. I want you so fucking bad,” she whines.
“How bad?” I ask.
I’m a fuckin’ prick, and I don’t even care.
“You’ve made a mess of me and you haven’t even touched me yet. I need you,” she whines, her eyes pleading with me to finally give her some relief.
I give in. My mouth meets her pussy, and I groan with need and satisfaction as I drink her down. Lily’s scent and taste will never get old.
I think I fuckin’ need it to live.
It’s like no matter how much of her taste hits my tongue, I can’t get enough. I shift my body so that I can press my tongue deep inside of her while my thumb rubs circles against her clit.
Her warm wetness trails down my chin as I consume her.
Lily’s scent is thick in the room, and my dick is excruciatingly hard in my pants. But God, do I want to see her fall over the edge of ecstasy before I give her my cock, making her scream while she takes my knot.
I lick up her entrance and bring my mouth’s attention back to her clit. When I look up at her face her head is thrown back in pleasure. One of her arms is tossed over her face, while the other is still deeply entangled in my hair.
My lips wrap around her clit, and I suck hard.
“Fuck. Tate, I’m gonna come,” she moans.
I keep the same pressure and wait as she breaks apart. Her thighs nearly crush my face as she trembles and holds my head against her pussy.
Her release fills my mouth, and all I can think is that nothing has ever tasted sweeter.
Tate pullshis body up between my legs. He nearly has me ready to come again as he uses his forearm to wipe off the slick from his chin. I can’t help but revel in the fact that he’s covered in me, that hesmellslike me.
God, do I want him to claim me as his in every other way.
He didn’t say it’s what he wanted, but I know as soon as he knots me, I’ll be begging for it. If he doesn’t bond with me, I’ll be hurt, but I’ll understand if he isn’t ready. I have to take what he gives me, and right now, he’s giving me everything he can.
The way he looks at me as he climbs up my body, though it has me about ninety-eight percent sure he’s going to give in.
I need his bond desperately like I need air to breathe, to be able to live. I just know when my pack is complete I’ll have asettled sense of peace. I’ll feel more secure. I’ll be able to get through anything with all three of them linked to me.
“You did so good,” he praises in a soft voice, kissing my throat before bringing his lips to mine.
He tastes like me, and I love it.
It’s official, any chance I get I’m scent-marking the hell out of Tate. I want his mark on me, and I want to constantly mark him up with my scent. Maybe I’ll also make him get a tattoo… I should actually make them all get tattoos—matching ones, of course.
