“Really?” My shock is genuine, and Beau laughs and quickly covers his mouth with an apologetic look.
“Yeah. I didn’t mention it before because it’s Moonblood fanfic and I didn’t want you to see any spoilers.”
“It’s really good,” Beau whispers.
“You’ve read it? No fair!” I’ll have to edit this out, but who cares.
“More incentive to hurry and finish the last two books,” Archer says with a chuckle.
I sigh dramatically. “Fine.” I’m actually really enjoying the series, but I like to savor good books, not rush through them.
“So you have a vivid imagination when it comes to sex?” I ask, scooting a little closer to Archer and placing a hand on his thigh. We’re still wearing robes, the silky fabric in place until we transition away from the interview.
His pale cheeks grow redder. “Uh, I guess?”
Beau snorts, and we look over at him. “Sorry,” he stage-whispers. “I’ll go. I didn’t realize how damn cute you both would be.”
“No, stay!” Archer frowns at our alpha as Beau moves to stand.
“Yes, don’t go. I can edit around you.” I waggle my eyebrows at him. “Or if you prefer, I can gag you.”
Now it’s Beau’s turn to blush, but he shakes his head. “Not this time. I’ll behave.”
I nod and turn my focus back to Archer, leaning in and lowering my voice into a purr. “What’s the filthiest fantasy you’ve ever had about an omega?”
“Oh fuck,” Archer breathes, his chocolate and strawberry perfume blooming and mingling with the sugary citrus of my own. I have an absent idea for commissioning a custom line of candles from him to sell to my subscribers. I bet they’d love the full sensory experience, but I dismiss the idea as quickly as it came. Our scent is only for us and our alpha. It seems sacred, given that it’s what brought us together.
“Mmm, it’s okay. You don’t need to be embarrassed.” I slowly tug the tie of his robe, letting the fabric pool open and reveal the pale green lingerie set I helped him pick out. Beau’s breathhitches audibly at the sight, and I grin. “I want to help you explore your desires, sweet omega.”
Archer nods, pupils dilating with arousal. “Well…I’ve always been curious about what it’d be like to…” His voice lowers. “To be tied up and be forced to come a bunch of times. Preferably with you—an omega—sitting on my face.”
Lust thrums inside me. It’s something I gladly would’ve done before now, but he never mentioned it. “Mmm, that sounds amazing. I’m so proud of you for telling me.”
He swallows hard. “It’s not too weird?”
I shake my head. “No, sweetheart. Not too weird at all. I can’t wait to give you what you need. Let’s talk about safe words.”
Archer lets out a tortured whine as I lift my hips from where I’m straddling his face to give him a second to breathe. “Please, oh god, oh god.”
“Fuck, Ruby, I can’t…” He’s so far gone to pleasure and falling in and out of subspace that I don’t bother correcting him not to use my name. I can edit it out.
I lick a stripe up his cock, humming at the taste.
My skin is flushed and I want something inside me, my pussy aching to be filled after he’s made me come with his tongue twice now, but I know I can milk one more orgasm out of him before we end the scene.
“Yes, you can. Tell me what you want.”
Archer cries out as I wrap my lips around his cock. “Ah, fuck, I want your bite. Please, please, bite me, oh fuck.”
Shit, that’s not what I expected. I pop off his cock, my omega screaming at me to listen to the man and bite him, but I refuse to bond him during a scene.
I let out a soft laugh. “I don’t think you’ve earned my bite. Come for me one more time, and I’ll consider doing it later.” I suck him into my mouth again, letting my teeth scrape very gently along the head of his cock, and he seizes beneath me, filling my mouth with his release as he curses and shudders.
Underneath Archer’s loud orgasm, I catch Beau’s low groan and look over at him in time to see him squeezing his knot as his other fist works his cock, cum spilling all over his hands and the front of his pants. I wink at him and his head falls back with a soft curse, like it’s too much for him to bear.
“Mmm, good omega.” I pull off of Archer and give his dick a kiss, then move quickly to undo the ties on his hands and ankles, rubbing and checking each spot to make sure he’s okay. “So, so perfect for me, sweetheart.” I murmur, peppering him with kisses as I guide him to sit up and wrap my arms around him.
“Sorry, I got a little carried away there,” Archer whispers against my throat.
