“I didn’t say that to make you feel bad.”
“It just makes me sad you felt overlooked.”
He laughs, resting his arm against the back of the couch. “Betas might take up most of the world population wise, but it’s an Alpha and Omega-run world, and we all know it.”
My heart fractures a little more as I grab his chin. He doesn’t have a lot of facial hair, not like Bram. It’s more scruffy like a soft five o’clock shadow around his jaw and chin.
“I think you might be pretty precious too,” I tell him.
He surprises me by taking control after the soft words leave my lips. His hand cups the base of my throat as he kisses me passionately. I do my best not to compare him and Bram, but I notice instantly how fervently they both kiss.
But whereas Bram has a lot of self control, thankfully Ethan does not. He pushes me down, a whoosh of air escaping me as I fall onto my back, and Ethan crawls on top of me. His knee presses against my core as his elbows rest against the sides of my face.
His fingers tangle into my hair as his kisses become more exploratory, kissing my jaw, neck, and collarbone.
I’m not sure how to explain it, but his touch feels like worship. His knee shifts against my core, and I moan, wanting more than just friction.
His dark hair is soft in my fingers as I try to direct his head further south.
The Beta doesn’t need the push as he lifts my shirt up and starts placing soft kisses against my torso before tugging down the cups of my bra, folding the material under my small breasts.
“Fuck,” Ethan hisses before sucking a nipple into his mouth, making me arch my back and dig my nails into his scalp.
His tongue is deliciously indecent as he tastes, nips, and sucks on my skin.
He circles back to my mouth, my bare breasts rubbing against the soft fabric of his hoodie, which I grab at the hem and tug over his head along with his shirt. I pull away from his mouth to get a view of the body he hides away under an apron or his costume.
“God, you’re beautiful,” I tell him as I glance down at his lean torso that’s decorated with black and gray tattoos.
“You’re gonna give me a fucking complex,” he says, grabbing my chin and kissing me hard, his tongue swiping in my mouth, the sweet and earthy taste of tequila thick in my mouth as he does.
He goes back to kissing my face and neck, stopping right behind my ear. “You’re going to make me fucking addicted to you, aren’t you? As soon as I get a taste of your peachy cunt, I’m going to be hooked for life, aren’t I?” he asks.
My perfume goes absolutely feral as I grind my pussy harder against his thigh.
I can’t deny that his words strike a chord with my desires. It’s what I’ve been searching for, what I’ve always wanted. He doesn’t need to be a scent match or a fucking Alpha; he just needs to be obsessed with me. And the way Ethan is touching and speaking to me right now, I think he’s already halfway mine.
He doesn’t ask permission or wait for my go ahead as he pulls up and unbuttons my jeans before leaning farther back to tug them off my legs. He grabs my foot, shucking off both of my socks, before kissing my instep and working his way up my leg.
Ethan’s pretty amber eyes don’t leave mine as he torturously kisses his way to exactly where I want him. He licks the outside of my panties, making them wetter than they already were. A deep hum of pleasure rumbles from his chest when he does, and it only makes me even more turned on.
There are no pheromones, no outside factors. I just want this man in the most carnal of ways.
He sucks my clit through the cotton of my panties, and my fingers tangle in his hair. Ethan holds my hips, his fingers dancing around the hem of my underwear as he eats me out with my panties on.
It’s the best kind of torture.
He shows mercy on me, finally sliding the crotch to the side, and his lips press a delicate kiss against my clit before he starts ravishing me.
Ethan Heart eats my pussy like it’s his last meal.
He sucks, slurps, and moans around my wet and needy cunt. All I can do is hold his head and let desperate whimpers fall out of my mouth.
His fingers are just as deft as his tongue as he pushes two inside of me. His half-lidded eyes glance up at me, and I fall apart as he sucks on my clit, curling his fingers inside of me.
As badly as I want to keep eye contact, my head falls back as a wanton moan escapes me.
I don’t untangle my hands from his hair, and he still lazily explores me with his tongue before sliding his fingers out of me and putting my panties back into place.
