I break the kiss just long enough to breathe, and she chases my mouth like she can’t stand the distance.
I stand, holding her still wrapped around me. She gasps, then laughs, keeping her arms around my neck as I carry her throughthe open doorway into her room. I push the door shut behind us, and the click of the latch makes everything feel suddenly, dangerously private.
Her room is dark except for the moonlight filtering through the curtains. I set her on the edge of the bed, and she stares up at me with those wide hazel eyes, chest heaving, skin flushed.
“I’m on fire,” she whispers.
“I know. I can feel it, and it’s beautiful.” I kneel in front of her, cupping her face in my hands.
She pulls me down, and our mouths crash together again.
This kiss is different. Hungrier. Her hands are everywhere—my arms, my chest, tugging at the hem of my shirt, at my sweatpants—and I match her desperation with my own. I kiss her like I’m starving for it, because I am. She pulls at my shirt again, and I break the kiss just long enough to yank it over my head. Her palms land flat on my chest, fingers spreading across my skin, and the touch sends sparks racing through my bloodstream.
“You’re so warm,” she breathes.
“So are you.” I push her gently back onto the mattress, following her down, bracing myself above her on one arm while my other hand traces down her side. “God, June. You’re burning up.”
I kiss her jaw, her throat, the sensitive spot below her ear that makes her gasp.
Her hands fumble with the drawstring at the waistband of my sweatpants while I tug at the hem of her sleep shirt. We’re a tangle of limbs and desperate movements, both of us trying to get closer, to getmore. Her shirt comes off, and I have to stop, have to breathe, have to justlookat her for a moment—all that soft skin and those perfect curvy breasts, the dusty pink nipples calling to me, laid out before me in the moonlight.
“Stunning,” I murmur, and she shivers under my gaze. “You’re so fucking beautiful, June.” My hands are already reaching for her shorts, needing them off. I peel them down her legs and toss them aside, and I waste no time sliding my hands up to her bent knees and spreading them. I pause, taking in what I’ve been craving… Her sweet pussy, all shaved and glistening for me. I can’t wait, so I lean in, my mouth to her lips like my life depends on it.
On the stroke of my tongue, pressing between her folds, and she’s moaning, thrashing. My cock is so hard it fucking hurts with the need to be inside her. But not yet… First, I need to show her what an Alpha’s mouth can do to ease that Omega ache.
I absolutely adore the way her hips rock against my face, and how I can’t get enough of having my mouth around her offering, sucking, licking, driving her insane. She tastes like honey, her scent intoxicating. I take long strokes while pushing two fingers into her, knowing she’s craving that stretch, while my teeth gently bite down on her swollen clit.
She shudders beneath me, her soft thighs cradling on either side of my head, and I fucking love being trapped between her legs, drowning in her scent, devouring her delicious pussy.
Pumping into her faster, I reach down with my other hand and push down on my sweatpants, needing to release my cock. It’s strained, dripping with precum. I’m so fucking ready to rut her—that crazy, wild sensation wraps around me, the one where I am about to lose all damn control very soon.
I stroke myself a few times, growling with agony for release, while sucking on my sweet Omega, fingering her relentlessly. She’s writhing, moaning for me, her hands in my hair, tugging, and I’m all for her desperation.
It’s in that moment when she freezes for a second that I feel her body tensing and about to climax. So I finger her harder, suck down where she can’t push me away, and ride her orgasmwith her. She’s shuddering, her voice loud enough to wake up the other two, but I don’t give a damn. Not when I’m in heaven and nothing can pull me away from her.
I lick her pussy, her inner thighs, taking all of her offering, adoring how she tastes, while her hips are bucking. Once she settles, I lift my head to find her collapsed on the bed, breathless, and she’s gorgeous.
She hauls me up her body, and our bare chests press together, skin to skin, the sensation almost too much. Her legs wrap around my waist, drawing me closer, and when I settle between her thighs, we both groan at the pressure. My sweatpants slide to my ankles, and I kick them off.
“Carter—” Her voice is wrecked, needy. “I loved that so much.”
I smile, adoring her words. “That makes me so happy.” And as she shifts her hips, I press my cock to her entrance. She’s staring up at me, arousal in her eyes, and I love seeing her this way. I push into her, slowly at first, not wanting to shock her. Her face is concentrated…
“Deepth breaths, and let me know, gorgeous.”
She exhales, and I sense her muscles easing around my cock, so I go in a bit farther. “I had no idea you were so large.”
“Is it a problem?” I tease.
“Not at all.” She grins like she’s found gold, and I’m chuckling at her reaction. Then I thrust into her deeper, harder, and she lets out a small cry, her hands clutching the bedsheets around her until I’m buried in her down to the hilt. And I stare at her as she’s gasping for air.
“Fuck me, June, you have no idea how insane it feels to be deep in your tight little pussy. I could live here, never wanting to come out.”
She giggles, and her wriggling only squeezes my cock more, and I hiss at the growing arousal thundering through me. “It’s never felt this big or this good before.”
“You’ve never had me,” I brag, then I rock against her slowly, giving her the friction she’s desperate for, and build up to a faster tempo because I can’t fucking help it. She cries out. “I’ve got you?—”
The sounds she makes are going to kill me. Little gasps and moans that slip out between kisses, breathy repetitions of my name like a prayer. Every single one goes straight to my cock, making me throb and ache with a desperation I’ve never experienced.
