“I’ve never smelled anything better than you. I saw you, and then all I could see was you. I know I’ll hold your scent until it’s our time again.”
A brush of his lips turns into a taste of my skin, and a trillion goose bumps dance over my body, making me shiver.
He chuckles low and dirty against my ear, and I start questioning if this really is a good idea because of how crazy he makes me feel. “So good, bebe. You’re a dream.”
Small words, having a huge impact on my fragile Omega confidence.
All it takes is a brush of his fingers over my stomach for me to stop holding back. I lean against his body, falling into all the sensations. He makes me feel so small because he makes everything so intense.
He walks, taking me as if I am an extension of him. But it’s like my mind, body, and soul don’t question it, either, so I close my eyes and let him take complete control, loving the sense of peace that comes from someone else making decisions for me. For too long, I’ve been so focused on what I must do, who I must be, that I’ve shut off my hope that one day I will have everything I want. Which is this, stolen moments of being cherished. A pack to protect and nurture my soul. A soft place to fall and a sanctuary where I can be the real me and not the version who focuses solely on survival.
I become light as a feather as he lifts me up, carrying me over the room and setting me down. “You’re fucking everything, bebe. Let me show you how you ruined me in one look, owned me in the other. I’m only here for you.”
My skirt falls away, and his fingers hook under the top of my panties, dragging them down my legs. They’re wet, and I feel the proof of my desire dragging down my leg. He follows them down, so he’s squatting behind me. I’ve got no shame in being messily saturated because of getting turned on.
He doesn’t mind, either, given how much louder his ragged breathing becomes. A simple response for some, but the bond we’re sharing means everything is heightened. His struggle feeds my confidence, and more responsibility falls away.
I go to lift my leg, but he catches my foot and places it back down, so my panties are only mid-thigh. A moment later, I feel him moving. But he doesn’t rush. He undresses, and the whole time his gaze doesn’t leave my body. I startle when his hands are gliding up my inner thighs before he opens me up from behind.
“What a beautifully soaked pussy you have. I bet it tastes incredible,” he says. His voice bounces around the room, loud and full of as much heat as my body. “Brace yourself, bebe, I’m going to reward you for being such a good girl for me.”
Leaning forward, I barely get my hands on the wall, and his tongue is lapping at the slick on my inner thighs. He groans, and my core pulses. I want him to drive his cock in as deep as it can and knot me in one go. But I’m torn because I want this buildup too.
I’m desperate for him but don’t want to rush a second of our time. And given the leisurely pace he’s setting, the way his scent continues to mist the room, he has more of the mindset of making this last forever.
His tongue does figure eights over my skin, like he doesn’t want to miss any of the slick coating my thighs. It’s absolutely maddening how intent he is on sucking it all up, but finally he reaches the apex of my legs.
He’s so close, I can feel him breathing. Slowly. Heavily. Healing me one groan at a time. I savor each sound he makes, memorizing it like it’s my new favorite song.
Time seems to slow down, nearly stopping, before his mouth covers my pussy. He waits again, simply soaking in the sensation before his tongue starts flickering, soft like a feather.
My world tips on its axis. I free-fall, but I don’t drop in a heap because he’s there, ready to catch me.
Where he was slow before, something in him unleashes after he licks my slit. He’s lightning fast when he moves us, spinning and twisting, pulling and maneuvering until my legs are over his shoulders and his mouth latches on to my pussy.
He laps, sending me high into the stratosphere like fireworks on New Year’s Eve. My senses are overloading, and every touch against my skin feels electrified.
I try to say something, to encourage him, but my ability to speak is lost under the powerful strokes of his tongue, and the wicked way he eats me out. After what seems like a wonderfully long time, I manage to string a sentence of nonsensical sounds together.
Which he answers in the same garbled run of sounds. God, he makes my heart gallop without even trying.
His eyes are closed, his features both soft and hard, like he’s lost but happy he’s lost. He devours my pussy like I’m the best meal he’s had. He’s not quiet, either. He hums, growls, and everything in between, which ratchets up my arousal to a burning, blistering high.
I’m spellbound by what he’s doing, but by him too. His amber scent is thick like fog on a winter's night; his presence is commanding all my senses to focus on him.
His eyes open, and I’m struck frozen like a mouse by a cat. But he doesn’t taunt me with cocky smirks or playboy grins; he has much more power than that. The way he looks at me is like a mixture of devotion and a grateful reunion, and almost immediately, my defenses to him lower.
He might be a stranger, but he’s so much more than that too, more akin to Kade. It’s a beautiful thought, though a tragic one. If only life was how it should be. But I won’t let the grief steal anything from me yet.
I want to say there’s dawning, or even recognition in his eyes, but maybe that’s just part of his Alpha magic, reading what I want and need on a deeper level and delivering it in spades. Giant fucking spades.
I sigh in the tranquility of his presence.
He stops what he’s doing, his lips glistening in the aftermath of the pleasure he brought me. I feel like I’m weightless, spinning like a petal caught in a summer breeze. “I got you, bebe. Let go for me.”
I know with the surest conviction he won’t let me fall. I wiggle down to sit on the seat he made from his hands. My pussy sits exactly in line with his mouth, my hands bracing the wall behind him. The smallest adjustment of his hold, and I’d tumble down. But instead of being worried about what could happen, I feel like a queen sitting on a throne.
He starts to lower his arms, and I inch down. He keeps his mouth on me, leaving a trail of fiery kisses and sharp, stinging nips everywhere he can. Prolonging the moment, adding to the buildup. When I come, it’s going to be mind-blowing.
