Good. Because I’m done waiting.
“Off,” Cara gasps against my mouth, tugging at my shirt. “Need to feel you—” She breaks off with a whimper, another cramp hitting her. I can smell fresh slick flooding between her thighs, soaking into the blankets.
I yank my shirt over my head. Her hands are on my chest immediately, sliding over muscle, nails scraping, frantic to touch. She’s burning up, fever-hot and trembling with need.
She’s already bare beneath me, skin flushed pink from the heat. Her breasts are full and soft, nipples tight, and I cup one in my hand just to feel her gasp.
“So responsive.” I roll her nipple between my fingers, watching her face. “Every time. Heat makes you so sensitive, doesn’t it?”
“Yes.” She arches into my hand, breathless. “Please, more.”
I lean down and take her nipple in my mouth. Suck hard.
She cries out, back bowing off the bed, and the scent of her arousal floods the room. My scent rises to meet hers, bergamot and sandalwood going dark, mixing with her honey-citrus until the nest smells like claiming.
I switch to her other breast, giving it the same attention while my hand slides down her stomach. “I already know every inch of you,” I tell her against her skin. “Every spot that makes you gasp. Every place that makes you scream. And tonight I’m going to claim all of it.”
“Please,” she gasps, writhing beneath me. “I need... can’t wait... hurts.”
I slide down her body, pressing kisses to her stomach, her hip bones, the crease of her thighs. She’s already trembling, already needy, but I’m going to be thorough. I always am.
“Lucas—” Her voice cracks when she realizes where I’m headed. “You don’t have to?—”
“I want to.” I settle between her thighs and breathe her in. Slick and honey and heat. “I’ve been thinking about this. About tasting you while you’re in heat. While you need it this badly.”
I drag my tongue through her folds and she cries out, hips bucking off the bed. The taste of her floods my senses, sweeter than usual, richer. Heat slick. I groan against her and do it again.
“Lucas—oh god?—”
I work her with my mouth, learning what makes her gasp, what makes her thighs shake. When I seal my lips around her clit and suck, she comes so hard her whole body convulses, a broken cry torn from her throat.
I don’t stop.
I ease her through the first orgasm and keep going, licking into her, fucking her with my tongue while she sobs above me. She’s so slick it’s dripping down my chin, soaking the blankets, and I can’t get enough.
“Too much,” she gasps, but her hands are fisting in my hair, holding me closer, not pushing away. “Lucas, I can’t?—”
“You can.” I press two fingers inside her while my tongue works her clit, and she comes again, clenching around me, flooding my hand with fresh slick. “One more. Give me one more.”
“I can’t—please?—”
But she does. When I curl my fingers and find that spot, when I suck her clit hard, she comes a third time, my name torn from her throat.
Only then do I pull back, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. She’s wrecked. Flushed and trembling, tears streaming down her temples, slick everywhere.
Beautiful.
“Now,” I tell her, kissing my way back up her body, “you’re ready.”
She’s soaked. Slick coating her inner thighs, glistening between her legs, dripping onto the blankets beneath her. Her pussy is swollen and pink and clenching around nothing. More slick pulses out of her as I watch, her body aching to be filled.
“Look at you.” I drag two fingers through her folds and she keens. High and broken. “So slick.” I circle her entrance, feeling her flutter against my fingertips. She’s soaked, her body begging for what I’m about to give her.
“Yes, please.” Another cramp hits and she doubles over, whimpering. Fresh slick gushes against my hand. “Lucas, please, I need you inside me.”
“Not yet.” I push two fingers inside her and she grips them tight, inner walls quivering. I need to make sure she’s ready. Make sure she can take everything I’m going to give her.
She sobs, hips bucking against my hand. “I’m ready. I’m so ready.”
