“Val! Pass my diary. Please!” I squirm on my seat impatiently.
“Linc, I think she likes it!” Gabe teases.
“I fucking love it, Gabe!” I growl back, flicking through my diary past days crossed out for arraignment meetings, dinners with Bailey, and file reviews with Kris King and all the lawyers, circling a day after my last radio spot. This shit is not going to go away overnight, but I’m not staying in this city longer than needed.
“One week?” Valak asks, passing over my drink.
I nod at him. Over enthusiastically, but god I am so ready. Plus, my heat is about two weeks off and I refuse to do another heat not in my nest.
“We can do that, dove. Easy.”
I twist around in his arms and squeeze the shit out of him, whispering a thousand thank yous every time I look at him. It’s not about the expense of what he’s done, that’s for sure. I could borrow and have done what they did too. It’s about the thought, about knowing me well enough to know I want to go back there, even though it’s where some terrible shit went down.
“Linc’s so getting laid tonight,” Gabe growls, half laughing, half pissed off.
37
LENNON
“Make me work harder, Pet.” Lincoln slaps my ass so hard I see stars. And by god, it’s like gasoline on a flame, the build-up of pleasure in my body igniting with a bang. If I could, I’d be squeezing my thighs together grinding against his burning touches, but the pretty ribbons from my gift are currently tied around my ankles, and the bottom of the dining table legs.
Once everyone went to bed, the sheer scale of his gift woke me up and made me unable to sleep. He caught me in the dining room, using my phone to read the file, which is where he’s been edging me for so long that I’ve lost track of time. I’m pretty sure I’ve lost my mind too.
Lincoln’s latest heat gift is him. He’s spoiling me with his body, giving me all these snippets of who he really is.
He drags his cock out of my pussy and I whimper against his belt in my mouth. Jesus, even the leather of his belt tastes like him. I wish I could ask him to let me come, but he supposedly got tired of my begging.
He moves from behind me with such a silent, commanding presence, I nearly whine but I know he’ll stop if I make too much noise.
Lincoln pushes his gift carefully out of the way before sitting on the edge of the table in front of me. His botanicals and pheromones have me completely scent drunk, his every touch has my head spinning. And my core aches with a need only he can give me.
He wraps his hands around my face, licking his way up my throat to kiss me with the belt still in my mouth. And there is no way in hell, I could keep quiet then. But for every groan I make, he does too. It doesn't last long before he’s fiddling with the belt buckle letting it fall away. And then he sucks the small hurt from my lips, leaving me moaning into his mouth.
“You want me to spill down your pretty little throat?” He asks as he twists my nipple. The vibration of his voice adds more fuel to the fire inside me.
I drop my eyes to his mouth. “Yes, Fox.”
“And you’ll use your own fingers on your clit, but you won’t come, will you?”
“No, Fox,” I agree in a fucking instant.
“Don’t swallow all of it. I want it back,” he instructs as he leans back and guides me to take him, with a firm hand on the back of my head.
Even in the darkness, I can see how red and swollen his cock is. The velvety crown is covered in his thick glistening pre-come; his knot just as ready. There’s no warmup because in all honesty, we’ve been licking, kissing, and sucking on each other for the entire time, but he drives deep in my mouth slowly so his unique botanicals are all I can taste.
“Fingers in your cunt now, Pet,” he says, and then he keeps me balanced, in a sweet, tender strong hold as I do as he told me, sucking him off and fingering myself. Honestly, my clit is pulsing, ready. There’s no searching for it, it’s there waiting for my touch, my slick making everything so deliciously slippery that I look straight to him, using my non-existent ability to talk into his mind, hoping he hears me ask if I can come.
“No,” he growls as he starts to buck his hips, working his knot furiously. “Don’t you swallow all of me.”
He barely finishes speaking when he starts filling my mouth with thick spurts of his hot come. I gag as he hits my throat, but it slides down like a tasty dessert, filling my tummy and warming my soul.
“Pet, you’re dripping your sweet slick for your Fox so fucking perfectly,” Lincoln snarls in a deep groan. “You look stunning with my cock between your lips.” In his sweet praise, he holds my lips against his knot. “Suck, Pet, suck.”
I legit think I’m not going to be able to take any more of his release in my mouth, but all of a sudden Lincoln sits up, replaces his cock with his lips while he finger bangs me.
His chest is heaving and his breathing is like a dragon, full of noise as he sucks all his own release from my mouth, but I’m a starving omega, and I lick the rest from him.
We’re so goddamn messy, but it’s such a turn on, I groan in his mouth as he slides off the table, stands in front of me, rips one of my legs free from the table and rams his knot in, as he permits me to come. “Now!”
