“Sawyer, I don’t know if that’s what I want,” I whisper, though it’s a lie.
Deep inside, I long to mate with my scent matches, my fated mates, my pack.
My fingers graze his muscled chest and slick pools in my panties. I push him back.
“Not taking the scent suppressants are dangerous because now I just want to fuck and bond.”
His chest rises and falls as he grips my face. “I’ll control myself. I need you to sit on my face though.”
I grin up at him. “Yes, I want that so badly.”
We slipped out of the last of our clothes. Sawyer lifted me into his arms and moved across the bed. I wrapped my arms and legs tightly around him, pressing myself against his rigid length.
“Sawyer, you’re so big.”
“Don’t worry,” he says as he flips onto his back. “You’ll be able to take my cock.”
I sit up and circle my pussy on his dick and knot.
“Fuck, baby,” he growls.
Sawyer leans in, his hands cupping my breasts as his lips close over one nipple. A wave of pleasure makes my head fall back, savoring the warmth of his mouth against me.
“Your mouth feels incredible.”
He shifts to my other breast, his tongue tracing slow circles around my areola, igniting a fire within me.
He sinks back onto the bed, gripping my thighs and pulling me closer. My wetness slicks his chest.
“I want your scent on me always—lavender, jasmine, and apples.”
I take his hand, guiding it across my face and breasts. “I want your scent all over me too. Musk, vanilla, and caramel. So addictive,” I murmur through clenched teeth, fighting the urge to slide down his body and drive my pussy onto his knot.
“I’ll never let you go, Harper. Never,” he vows, sliding me over his mouth.
Sawyer’s tongue swirls around my clit, sending a delicious shiver racing up my spine.
“Oh fuck,” I gasp.
This man’s tongue is made for me. These alphas have ruined me for anyone else. I only want them. I’d only ever wanted my fated mates.
My fingers thread his brown locks and I stare into his beautiful gray eyes. His hands grip my thighs holding me in place.
“Come down my throat, little omega,” he orders.
A jolt of electricity surges through my body as I reach my peak. “Sawyer,” I cry out.
He lets go of my shaking legs, and I collapse against his broad chest. Sawyer presses a gentle kiss to my ankle. “You’re my favorite dessert. Remember that.”
I grin, my southern drawl thick as I say, “I will.”
Before he can react, I drop to my knees between his legs, wrapping my hand around his length and taking him into my mouth.
He grips my coils, guiding my head downward until he rests deep in my throat. Panic flares as I struggle to breathe, but steadying myself, I inhale and exhale through my nose.
“Fuck,” he growls, then pulls free.
“Sawyer, I want to taste your cum,” I murmur, stroking him gently.
