He doesn’t make me beg.
A ridiculous smile breaks out on my face as he settles between my thighs. I dig my toes into the band of his sweats, pushing them down.
Malachy chuckles. “That was creative.”
I shrug. “The height difference is hot. It’s also a raging pain in the ass.”
“That, it is,” he agrees, kicking out of his sweats. He lowers over me, planting his forearm next to my head and flattening his palm to the top of my head.
My insides hum in approval. Being surrounded by him is exactly what I wanted.
His other hand wraps around his cock, and I stare between us with rapt fascination.
Yeah, that’s an intimidating amount of dick.
Still, I was just stretched over Cormac’s knot, so it’ll probably be fine. Even if there’s some discomfort, I’ll gladly power through to make Malachy mine.
“Look at you,” Mal growls. “You let Cormac make a mess of you. You want me to dirty you up some more? Huh, little one?”
I nod frantically.
Malachy’s forearm flexes as he jerks his crown against my clit, and I spread my legs even wider in invitation. At any time, he can slide right inside me.
Bringing my hand to the back of his neck, I pull him closer. “Kiss me, please?”
“Charlotte, fuck.” He shakes his head, and my stomach drops. “I’m trying so hard to stay clear, but I’m afraid to be close enough to bite you. I might not be able to hold myself back.”
“I trust you.” I shove my mouth to his, and a low growl rattles out of his chest as he does some magical figure-eight pattern meant to make me certifiably insane. His crown circles my clit and slides down to brush my opening before the whole thing starts all over again.
I sob against his lips, begging for him to fuck me.
“I’m afraid I’ll hurt you,” he says, nuzzling his nose to mine.
I go a little cross-eyed as I stare into his sparkling hazel eyes. “I’m an omega. Omegas are built to take alpha cock. Please, Mal?”
He palms the top of my head and moves back to my opening.
He barely dips inside and hisses, immediately pulling back out.
I whimper, and my feet bounce against the mattress. “That was good. Just the tip works. We can start there and work our way up.”
He chuckles darkly, pushing inside me once more, but as soon as I start to relish in the stretch, he’s gone again.
I weave a hand between us, working my clit as he does his best to send me into an omega tantrum. “I swear to God, I’m about to toss you down and climb?—”
“Such a bossy little thing.” He silences me by shoving his tongue into my mouth. Every time he dips inside me, my entire world tilts, but he never pushes more than his crown into me.
It’s maddening.
I work my clit with more fervency. Getting smart, I pull my feet from the bed and wrap my legs around his ass. Every time he tugs free of me, I shove him back again with my feet on his backside.
Our tongues dance, and my pheromones burst in the air.
Malachy growls as I nip at his lips. “Charlotte, fuck. You’re about to send me into rut. I’m trying to stay clear.”
I keep my eyes locked on his as I say, “Just be here in the moment with me. Even if you get hazy, I know you won’t hurt me.”
Our breaths mingle, and his beard tickles my cheek as we stare at one another. It’s like being connected on a whole different plane of existence, and my heart thumps ridiculously fast.
