Ever-so-slowly, he glides me down the front of his body, hands dropping to drag my sweatshirt off as soon as my feet touch the floor. I’m wearing a nursing bra underneath it. Nothing pretty, but you’d never tell by the look he gives me. So much heat, I feel like I’m dancing with the flames. His lips meet my collarbone, tongue darting out to trail along my skin. It dips between my breasts where the bra presses them together, and then lower, over my stomach to the top of my hips.
“Are you ready, Wildfire?” He dips his fingers into the band of my sweats and tugs it out a bit, but he doesn’t remove them yet.
Feeling daring, I grip his wrists and push, helping him slide the material down my legs. When it pools around my ankles, I drop one of his arms and guide his other hand to my center, letting him feel the wetness gathered there. “So ready.”
I might look as red as a tomato right now, but I feel like a queen.Hisqueen.
Bergamot and sandalwood swirl around me, invading all my senses until I’m almost drowning in them. His thumb brushes against my clit, a light circle that makes me gasp. “Lean back against the mattress.” I do as he says, propping myself up on my hands and using the bed to support me. My panties drag down my legs and slide to the floor, pushed aside with the rest of my discarded clothing. Then he’s there, lifting one leg onto his shoulder and swiping his tongue through my folds.
Slow, languorous licks and kisses cover every inch of me. He’s savoring me. Groaning against my skin and using his fingers to spread me open. When he slips his tongue into my core, nose brushing my clit, I cry out. That first sound breaks the dam holding back his intensity, and he turns ravenous. Adding fingers to stretch me open and rub at the pleasure spot deep inside me. He sucks my clit between his teeth, and I hurtle into the stratosphere, an overpowered firework exploding into an array of blinding color.
He works me through it, fingers digging into my thigh to steady me when my body shakes. I can barely drag in a breath from how powerful that orgasm was. “Wow.”
His chuckle shakes me from the daze and makes my cheeks burn. Watching his hand run down his stomach to the top of his shorts, I’m overcome by the urge to taste him again. My mind quickly changes when he lifts me onto the bed and crawls over me, dick bumping against my thigh. Another time, I will have him in my mouth again; I’d rather have him inside me.
“I love you, Hannah Wilson,” he whispers, nose brushing mine. He’s staring into my eyes, letting me see every ounce of truth written deep in his soul. “Now, I’m going to make you mine.”
“Please,” I beg. Needing his claim on me, inside and out.
Resting on one elbow, he grips his length in his fist, smearing pre-cum over the tip. He lines himself up, eyes flickering from my core to my face. Then he pushes in. One firm thrust made easy by the wetness of my first release. I sigh, eyes slipping closed and mouth parting at the stretch. He kisses me, tongue sweeping into my mouth while he waits for me to adjust.
I dig a hand into his short, strawberry-blonde hair and tug him back. “Alpha,” I whimper, needing him to move. He starts at a steady pace, deep and hard. I love the way it jerks my body, trying to push up the bed. One of his hands tangles in my hair, pulling my head to the side so he can kiss and lick at the skin of my neck. I’m panting, hands clawing at his back as he quickens his pace, slamming into me over and over.
“Shep-herd.” Broken words and soft mewls fall from my lips as I build toward another orgasm. Not like this. I shake my head, trying to force the words through my pleasure-filled mind. “Knot. Me.”
He stills, brows furrowed. “Hannah, I can’t. That’s something we have to work up to. I don’t want to hurt you.”
Narrowing my eyes, I grab his cheeks and pull his face to mine. “I’ve pushed two children out of my body. Your knot isn’t nearly as big as their heads. I. Can. Take. It. Knot me, and then bite me.” Uncertainty still flashes through his eyes, fingers flexing on my waist, so I lock my legs behind his ass and open my heart, letting my confidence shine through.
“Alright, Wildfire, but if it’s too much, we stop.”
Jerking my head in a nod, I let him pull back to his knees. He palms my thighs, pushing them outward and toward my chest.I hold them, watching his dick glide in and out of me in short, slow thrusts. He pushes all the way in and grinds against me, the slight swell of his knot getting coated in my wetness. Two fingers press in alongside his length, stretching my walls. I’m already so full, I can’t imagine what it will be like to have his knot swollen inside me. But I want to know.To feel all of him.
Dropping his hands to my hips, he moves a little faster now, eyes glued to my hole. A slight burning sensation tells me he is starting to slip inside. It grows stronger with his next thrust, and by the third, it pops. So much pressure explodes in my core. Every nerve ending down there screams as he swells and locks inside me.
He drops, face pressing against my neck and thumb rubbing against my clit to ease me through the knotting. “That’s it. You’re doing so fucking good for me. Feels so good wrapped around my knot. Fuck, I can’t-”
An endless orgasm steals my breath when I feel his cum coating my insides, and his teeth sink into my throat. I shatter over and over, sobbing through each wave of pleasure until I float on euphoric clouds of stardust.
Our bodies move, him rolling to his back so I’m sprawled across his chest, but I can’t form a clear thought to say anything yet. It doesn’t matter, because he canfeelit. The intertwined black and red strands in our chests carry our emotions to each other. Our love.
A tear slides down my cheek as I turn my head and brush my lips across his. This is… perfection in its purest form. He’s my Alpha, and I’m his Beta. With the mate mark to prove it.
Chapter Thirty-Six
Word quickly spreadthrough the office when Bea flew home today. Everyone on the staff has been worried about her, hoping she has an easy recovery from whatever injuries she sustained during her captivity. She’s off work for a while, per Mr. Acherley’s orders. The older Alpha is seriously invested in her health. Well beyond the scope of what is normal for an employer and their employee.
I knew something was going on there, but she refused to admit it. I’m happy they are building something together. Bea is a cool chick, and Shiloh deserves to have something to care about outside of his work here at the label.
Her voice fills my car as she talks to Foster. He’s in the passenger seat, carefully angled away from me. My Omega hasn’t told her about us yet. Not because he’s ashamed of me, but because she’s had too much going on for the past two weeks. Between the pain from the newest mate, being kidnapped, and her recovery, he didn’t want to make their conversations about him. It’s sweet, and I appreciate his dedication to looking out for his best friends.
Their call ends as I pull us into an underground parking lot near the club Shepherd suggested for our date tonight. Fairytaleis an Omega-friendly establishment that is apparently one of Foster’s favorites. I’ve heard about the fantasy-themed nightclub from my coworkers at the label, but I have never visited. When I go out to drink, I’m usually at a bar with live music.
Rounding the car, I open his door and offer him my hand. He takes it, body molding to mine as he climbs out of the car. The skinny black slacks and sheer black button-up he’s wearing look fine as hell. It hugs his upper body, giving glimpses of his abs when the darker stripes shift as he moves. When he walked out of the closet earlier, I dropped to my knees and sucked him dry.
What better way to show my appreciation of his beauty than a pre-date orgasm?
“Ready?” I ask, leaning over to press a soft kiss to Foster’s lips, pulling the bottom one between my teeth. Lemon tart floods the air, earning groans from both of us. He glares when I laugh and step back, lacing his fingers with mine as I guide him toward the club.
