He pecks my lips before dropping to his knees and rearranging the pillows. Once he is satisfied with their placement, he pulls me down to join him, laying me back against the soft fabric. “Fates, you are a vision in my nest.” He kisses meagain, full of urgency as his hips jerk against my leg. Lips trail across my jaw and down my neck, nipping at my collarbone. “I want to sink my teeth into you. Feel your bond in my chest.”
His head shakes, and he gives me an apologetic look. “When you’re ready, I want to bond you. Right. Here.” He flicks his tongue across the swell of my breast, slow and teasing.
I want to tell him I am ready now, but I can’t. Not without knowing more about how a bond will affect the pregnancy, if it would affect it at all.
“Can I take this off?” He pinches the front of the shirt I borrowed from Shepherd, slowly rolling it up over my body and tossing it aside when I nod. A sharp inhale precedes the sexiest groan I’ve ever heard. His face presses between my bare breasts, hands cupping the soft globes. Fingers pinch my sensitive nipples, sending jolts of electricity straight to my pussy. I can feel wetness gathered there, so much that it’s embarrassing.
When his lips wrap around one bud, sucking and licking at it, I cry out. My hands scramble for grip on the satin sheets, trapping the fabric between my fingers as pleasure bursts through my body. I’ve never felt this good. Had no one pay attention to my nipples. I-I think I like it. A lot.
“Can I taste you?” Foster asks. His kisses make a path down over my stomach, pulling the stretchy fabric of my leggings down to my hips. He stops there, so close to my mound that his warm breath sends goosebumps across my skin.
“I-if you want to?” I don’t know what he means, but I trust him not to do anything that would harm me or make me uncomfortable.
Heat fills his half-lidded eyes as he peels my leggings and underwear off, leaving me completely naked before him. Insecurity has me drawing my legs together, but his palms on my knees stop me. “Don’t hide, Angel. I want to see every gorgeous inch of you.”
I let my legs fall apart, shame burning my cheeks as he stares. When he drops to the mattress, face level with my pussy, I try to sit up, but then his tongue is on me. Swiping through my folds and swirling around my clit. The shocks of pleasure each flick and swipe bring are amazing. Moans fill the air, and my chest heaves. This is… holy guacamole, have I been missing out!
“Fuck, Angel, you taste so damn good. Like cherry ice cream.” Foster leans back, lips pressing against my thigh. His fingers tease along my folds, opening me up. Then he presses one inside. I tense. Hard. Aquamarine eyes fly to mine, filled with concern as he stills.
“D-don’t stop,” I stammer.
He studies me for a long second before pumping his finger in and out of me. His tongue goes back to teasing my clit, and I let my eyes fall closed. Wrapped in the lingering scents of bergamot and lemon, it’s easy to lose myself in the sensation. To let myself enjoy the pleasure without expecting the inevitable pain.
Another finger joins the first, scissoring and stretching my walls. He curls them, rubbing against a spot deep inside my channel that makes my legs shake. “F-fates, please don’t stop. Please, please.” The pleasure builds so high that I’m afraid I’ll never recover when it snaps.
Foster sucks my clit between his lips as he slides another finger into my center, and I explode. Lips parting in a silent scream, and head thrown back as euphoria courses through my body. He works me through it, slowing as I start to melt into the mattress.
“Fuck, Angel, the way your pussy clenches around my fingers… It’s heaven.”
Catching my breath is hard when tiny aftershocks ricochet through my limbs. Peeling my eyes open, I see him staring between my legs, one hand cupping himself through his shorts. I want that. Him inside me. I want… to have sex. Good sex.No.Mind-blowing sex, because after that performance there is no doubt that being with him will be exactly that.
I push to my elbows and lick my lips, flicking my eyes up to his face.
“What’s that look for, Angel?” Desperation laces his tone, but he would never push me into a decision I wasn’t ready for.
“Can we… can we keep going?” I ask.
“Tell me what you want me to do.” He drops his hands and crawls over me, lips teasing mine as he stares into my eyes. Sugared lemons explode into the room, so thick and sweet that I swear I can taste it.
I lift a hand and trail it down his bare chest, over the dips of his abs, until I reach his shorts. Taking a steadying breath, I cup him through the soft material. “Make love to me, Omega. I want to feel you.”
His lips slip against mine as he rushes to shove his clothes off. I laugh, hand tangling in his hair to steady him. We savor each other, never looking away as he lines himself up with my core and presses inside. The stretch feels amazing with how wet I am. He glides in smoothly, going so deep it makes my eyes roll back in my skull.
Each drag of his dick inside me is mesmerizing. I claw at his back, trying to pull him back in each time he pulls out. It isn’t frenzied, but steady and passionate. I can’t look away as he thrusts, abs flexing and arms straining as he holds himself up away from my body. He whimpers, pace faltering, and I let instinct take over. I push him onto his back and take him inside me. In this position, my bump isn’t in the way as much. Swiveling my hips, I rise and fall at the same pace as he thrusts into me. My clit drags along his pelvic bone with each pass, building my pleasure into a small inferno, one ember away from combusting.
“That’s it, Angel, just like that.” His words are breathy, lost between his guttural moans. Hands grip my hips, helping to lift me. He hammers into me from below, faster as he reaches his peak. It feels incredible, pushing me over the edge again. I come around him, convulsing through the waves. “F-uck!” He mewls, pushing as far into me as he can. Warmth coats my insides as he comes. The feel of it settles some unknown part of me, an instinct I wasn’t aware I had hidden away.
I slide off of him and lie on my side, face pressed against his shoulder. The last thing I register before falling asleep is our heavy breathing settling back to its normal pace.
Chapter Twenty-Six
Hannah’s tastelingers on my lips when we wake from our nap an hour later. I turn to find her watching me sleep, a blush spreading over her cheeks when she realizes she’s been caught. Rolling onto my side so we’re face-to-face, I bump my nose against hers and feather our lips against each other. “How do you feel?”
“Amazing,” she replies quickly, lips turning up into a half-smile. “My body is so relaxed.”
I twine our hands together between us, playing with her fingers while we talk. Soon, we’ll have to leave the nest to check on our Alpha and Kaitlin, but I want a few more moments alone with my angel. “I’m at your service.”
She hums, eyes fluttering shut. Each of her breaths puffs against my jaw, teasing me with her closeness. “How are things with Manny?”
