A whimper has my eyes flickering open. Hannah has spent the last week in bed with us, and I’ve felt the slow build of desire in Foster’s bond. Apparently, today is his breaking point.
Turning, I prepare to slip from behind Hannah and drag him into the nest, but I freeze when the sound comes again. When her curvy ass grinds back against me, I realize it isn’t my Omega who is needy. Our Beta is having a naughty dream. As much as I’d love to take care of this for her, I’m not sure she’s ready to be intimate with us. She’s more open to kissing Foster, but hasn’t taken that step with me.
Gently shaking her shoulder, I wrap one arm over her side so she doesn’t jolt upright and hurt her back. “It’s just me.” Shesettles immediately, shifting to look at me over her shoulder. I watch as realization spreads across her face when she feels her ass pressed against my hard cock. “You were dreaming…”
“S-sorry-”
I press a finger to her lips to stop her. “Don’t apologize for being turned on. I didn’t want to take advantage of you while you were asleep.”
“O-oh, okay.”
My hand flexes on her hip, and the offer to help her gets trapped in my throat. Her eyes track the bob of my Adam’s apple as I swallow, heat filling the rich umber orbs. When she squeezes her thighs together, my self-control slips. Gliding my palm down her hip, I nearly groan when I feel her soft skin as it slides to the bottom of her shirt. I tease the fabric between my fingers. “Are you needy, Wildfire? Is your pussy wet and begging for attention?”
She sucks in a sharp breath, head immediately shaking. When I start to pull my hand away, a strangled groan whistles through her clenched teeth, and she stops me. “I-I don’t know if I’m ready to have sex with you.” There is something in her voice. Not hesitation, but caution.
“I know you’re not, and that’s okay. Everything that happens between us moves at your pace. Even if you’re never ready to take that step, nothing will change between us.”
Relief floods her eyes, a single tear tracking down her cheek. I catch it with my thumb, cupping her cheek as I wipe it away. “I know sex doesn’t always hurt, but-”
Shit.Now I really want to track down her ex and kick his ass. “But that’s all you’ve experienced.”
“Well, no. I lost my virginity before I married Colin. To a Beta I met at a club in Miami.” My brows shoot up, not expecting her to have slipped away from her family to go clubbing. “It’s a long story,” she rushes out with a wince. “That experience was…mediocre? Fates, I feel awful describing it that way, but there isn’t a better way to put it.”
“What you’re saying is you’ve never had pleasurable sex?”
She nods, staring at the ceiling and avoiding meeting my eyes. I carefully grip her cheeks, urging her to look at me. When she does, I let her see everything. My anger at her situation, yes, but more than that, my desire for her. “I don’t need to fuck you to make you feel good, Wildfire.”
Her lips part, and a breathy sound slips through them. I lean forward, painfully slowly, so that she has time to push me away, and press my lips to hers. She melts beneath me, hand wrapping around my biceps to hold me close. My tongue teases along the seam of her lips until they part, and then it slips inside her mouth to tangle with hers. The kiss is sensual but slow, full of passion without overwhelming her.
The sweetest moan fills the air as I trail my lips to her jaw and down her neck. “Shep-Shepherd. I-”
“Do you want me to make you feel good, Hannah?” She jerks her head, but that isn’t enough. Not with how she’s been treated before now. “I need your words.”
“Y-yes. Please make me feel g-good.”
Movement across her body pulls both our attention to Foster. He rolls over, pressing his back against Hannah’s front, but doesn’t wake. Will he pout all day when he realizes he missed me taking care of our girl? Probably. Would Hannah be comfortable having both our attention on her when she’s so turned on? I doubt it, which is why I don’t want him to wake up. Not this time.
When he lets out a soft snore, I focus back on Hannah. She’s plastered to the front of my body, all of her delicious curves hugging me. I can smell how turned on she is in the air; the way her cherry scent turns sugary sweet and laces with the faintest hint of honey–it’s heavenly. I want to smother myself in it.
Sliding my hand down her body, I gently shift one of her legs over mine. With them parted, I dance my fingers up her thigh and cup her pussy through her underwear, letting her feel the heat of my hand. She’s wet, soaking through the thin material.
“Can I play with your sweet pussy, Hannah? Touch your swollen clit and stretch your empty little hole?” My words rasp against her throat, raw with the desire to give her as many orgasms as she can handle.
“Oh, Fates, y-yes. Touch me!”
I press my lips to hers again, swallowing her moan as my fingers dip beneath the fabric and slide between her folds. The feel of her arousal lights a fire in my soul, one that screams of possession and obsession. She’s mine. My Fate-matched mate. My Beta.
Needing to make her feel good, I circle her clit with firm touches, memorizing each hitch of her breath and twitch of her lips so that I know what she likes. As her chest rises and falls faster, her hand claws at the bedding, gripping it tightly. Sliding a finger deep into her pussy is easy when she’s so worked up. She tenses at first, so I still and pepper her face with kisses until she relaxes. One finger quickly turns to two as her hips shift, and she muffles a whine against my neck. I curl both digits, gliding against her pleasure spot, and she jerks, ass pushing hard against my hips.
“Alpha, th-at feels s-so good,” she moans.
I hum, continuing to thrust my fingers in and out of her, and bring my thumb up to play with her clit. The mixture of sensations overloads her brain, and the noises she’s making grow louder. When I pinch her nipple at the same time I push back into her pussy, her entire body tenses. Wetness soaks my hand and wrist as she comes, back arched and lips parted. She’s gorgeous like this. Flushed, a little sweaty, and lost in the throes of pleasure.
Seeing her eyes roll back, and feeling her curvy ass pushing against my cock, it’s too much. My body shakes against hers as I find my release, my fingers still moving to help her come down from her high. Cum soaks my shorts, and heat burns up my chest and face. I came in my pants like a damn teenager.
Hannah whimpers when I pull my hand away, carefully righting her underwear. “Was that too much?” I ask her, brows furrowing as I lean up to look her over.
“No, that was… everything. It was perfect. I’ve never felt anything like that.” Her smile is equal parts sleepy and dreamy, like she’s a little pleasure-drunk. It’s adorable as fuck, and I wish I could take a picture to capture her this way. Happy, healthy, and satisfied. Free.
