Lucien
Ifistthebeddingbeneath me tightly. A swarm of nerves gathers in my belly, but is quickly drowned out by lust. I adjust my position, settling into it, arching deeper and spreading my legs wider as Branson breathes heavily behind me.
My spine bows to its absolute limit.
Then it bows a little more.
To say I’m in a position of total submission would be quite the understatement. Heat begins to rise again, creeping up my arms and legs. I recognize it this time. A slow, distinctive swell that I know will crash into me any minute.
“Branson,” I whimper.
“I’m here, Lucy.”
I drop onto my elbows, raising my ass a little higher in the air. “Am I ready?”
He moves closer, disturbing the heat in the room and somehow cranking it up. He touches my hips first, holding me securely and pulling me toward him slightly. My arms and knees stay where they are, and my ass splays open more. A big, warm hand sweeps a broad circle around my cheeks. Right one and then left. Tendrils of pleasure ripple through me.
Two hands are on me now. One on each cheek. The pressure is light, but my skin burns on contact. He parts my cheeks gently, as gently as one can do such a thing.
“Am I ready?” I ask again, heat rising faster and more intensely.
He rumbles softly. “You have a little gap, baby. A tiny gap. Big enough for a finger, no more.”
I clutch the quilt tighter and let out a strangled sob. It’s been so hard to get here. It’s taken everything I have. I’ve burned for days. I’ve leaked, and I’m swollen. I’m hollowed out and empty.
And I’m not ready.
On top of that, the next wave is approaching, and there’s nothing I can do about it. It’s stronger than the last one. Hotter too.
This is going to hurt.
I bury my face in the quilt to muffle my cries. I know what’s going to happen. It’s well documented. Inevitable,almost. It happens so often that it’s more common than not. When the next heat wave strikes, Branson will put his fingers in me and stretch me roughly. It’s going to hurt like hell, but there’s nothing that can be done about it. I’m an omega in heat, and Branson is an alpha in a rut. He’s acting on instinct as much as I am. He’ll hear my wail when the wave crests, and he won’t be able to fight it.
I breathe in through my nose, tears welling as I try to relax my ass and accept the inevitable.
Something touches my hole. A forefinger. A thumb. I can’t tell what. It circles my rim with a firm pressure that makes my mind swim. It’s a light touch. A light sensation, but it’s enough to trigger the crash of the next wave. Lightning crashes, a bolt of white heat finds my opening and travels up my spine at blistering speed. I clench my teeth to drown out my cry, but Branson hears it all the same.
I shove a handful of the quilt into my mouth and brace for the sting.
It doesn’t come.
I blink in confusion. There are no fingers gouging at me. No rough stretch. No pain. Only pleasure. Only mind-altering, brain-numbing pleasure. Only something wet and warm at my opening. Something soft and persistent worming its way in and replacing every sensation in my body with bliss.
It’s a familiar feeling. Something I’ve felt before. Something smooth and wet. Slippery, yet persistent.
A tongue. His tongue.
Branson’s tongue teases my hole, flicking around my rim, alternating with long, deep strokes. Probing. Caressing. Seducing until I sigh. Until I relax. Until something deep in my core shifts and my muscles relax. He doesn’t stop there, he parts my cheeks, and licks into me. Deeply. Like he’s desperate. Like he’s dying and needs what I have to keep living.
I lose reason.
I lose time.
Pain from the unanswered heat wave mingles with the pleasure of what he’s doing with his mouth. I yield in distinct stages, ravaged by an indescribable hollow ache and a bone-deep pleasure I can’t get enough of but isn’t what my body demands.
It works though. My hole stretches and expands in ways I never imagined possible. Every time I think that’s it—I’m as open as I can be—my ass yields a little more.
When the next heat wave approaches, I don’t need to ask Branson if I’m ready. I know I am. I can feel it.
