Genesis moaned, stomach clenching as slick drenched her panties. She writhed against Gabriel, seeking friction, desperate for more of him. Her body was on fire, and she needed this alpha (heralpha?) to quench the flames.
“¡Te deseo tanto!” Gabriel gasped, breaking the kiss. He hooked his fingers inside her waistband, dropping to his knees in front of her, and yanking her leggings and panties down to her ankles in one swift movement. “You make me ravenous, Cariño.”
He rose again, lifting her easily as he did so, and set her on the table. Genesis kicked off her clothes as Gabriel reached around her to sweep everything off the table. Papers, paintbrushes, and pencils clattered to the floor, but he didn’t even pause. He pushed her farther up the table and buried his face between her thighs.
“Oh my god!” Genesis cried out, flopping onto her back. She buried her hands in his hair, urging him closer, needing him deeper, needing him everywhere.
Gabriel hummed as he lapped at her folds, sliding his tongue down her slit, before slipping it into her pussy. Genesis’s hips jerked, chasing the sensation, wanting more parts of him inside her. As if reading her mind, Gabriel licked his way up to her clit, sliding a finger into her pussy as he did so.
Genesis moaned, clamping her thighs around his head. Her stomach clenched, a growing electric buzz emanating from her core. Gabriel gripped her hips, devouring her relentlessly, driving her closer and closer to the edge.
Her hips bucked when he added a second and third finger, working them deep, stroking her g-spot while his tongue kneaded her clit. Genesis had the wild thought that Avery had prophesized this.Gabriel Acosta, dreamboat artist who is obviously the sensitive type that finds beauty in everything and can eat pussy for hours, she’d said. And he seemed determined to prove her right.
Genesis lost track of time, giving herself over to pleasure. She was practically vibrating, her body humming on a frequency that Gabriel was uniquely attuned to. When she got close to the peak, he switched tactics, sucking her clit, elongating her pleasure. She arched off the table, seeing stars. When he changed tack again, flicking his tongue over her clit faster than he should’ve been able to manage, the stars were suddenly inside her belly, burning brightly, preparing to explode.
Genesis came apart, the electric buzzing reaching its crescendo. She screamed Gabriel’s name loud enough for half the farm to hear and she didn’t care. The only thing Genesis gave a damn about at that moment was the artist currently creating a cunnilingual masterpiece between her thighs.
When her orgasm began to subside, Gabriel lifted his head, his eyes like molten chocolate and his fingers still moving gently inside her. “More, Cariño?”
And just like that, her need rekindled. She wanted more. She wanted all of it.
“I need your cock, Gabriel,” Genesis whimpered. She sat up, pulling him toward her, reaching for his waistband as he stood.
He hissed out a breath when she slid her hand inside his sweatpants. “Fuck, your confidence is so sexy. Take what you want, Cariño. It’s yours.”
Genesis shivered, his words touching some primal place within her. She wrapped her hand around his cock. A little voice in the back of her mind whisperedmine, and her rational mind addedfor now, but neither of those things were as important as getting Gabriel inside of her as quickly as possible.
He seemed to be of the same mind, pulling Genesis to the edge of the table and thrusting into her without further preamble. They both moaned, and Genesis thought that she’d never felt anything so perfect as Pack Rossi’s cocks. Gabriel’s girth filled her, stretched her, touched all the places inside of her that craved his attention.
He fucked her slowly, relishing each stroke. The squelch of Genesis’s pussy, the slap of thighs with each thrust, and their moans of pleasure were loud in the huge open space. Genesis hooked her arms around his neck and legs around his waist, trying to match his rhythm in spite of the way she slid on the slippery table with each thrust.
“Hold on to me, sweetheart,” Gabriel panted, making sure she had a good grasp before lifting her off the table.
He carried her to the nearest wall, pinning her against it. With the stability of the wall behind her and his strong grip on her ass, Gabriel picked up speed. Genesis cried out as he fucked her harder, enjoying the intensity of the new position. He kissedher, swallowing her moans, his tongue demanding and insistent. Genesis loved the feel of him claiming her mouth and pussy, filling her, flooding her senses with his taste and his vanilla and clove scent.
It just felt right.
She came again, swearing and shuddering, pussy clenching greedily, and nails digging into his shoulders. Gabriel growled, trailing his teeth over her throat and along her neck, until he reached the temporary claim mark. Distantly, Genesis remembered how a few weeks ago, she would’ve panicked with his teeth so close to her neck. That Genesis wouldn’t have believed she would trust any alpha this much.
Gabriel sucked on the spot, and she felt the familiar ache of pleasure-coated pain. Pack Rossi had made sure the bruise stayed fresh, their pride evident every time Genesis wore something that bared her neck. Whenever she caught sight of the mark in her reflection, she felt a thrill of both fear and exhilaration—like the moment when a rollercoaster reached its first drop.
“Me encanta tu cuerpo,” Gabriel murmured against her skin. “You feel so fucking incredible. You want my knot, Cariño?”
“Please,” Genesis begged, gushing slick at the very idea. Each member of Pack Rossi had knotted her since they’d begun their fake courtship, but she still hadn’t gotten used to how amazing it felt to be that full, that connected. She couldn’t believe she’d waited so long to experience it. All these years she’d been missing out.
Or had she? Would she have felt this safe and confident with another pack? Was she overestimating their connection based on her inexperience?
Genesis couldn’t possibly give a fuck about those concerns when Gabriel buried his swollen knot inside her, murmuring a stream of Spanish that Genesis didn’t need to speak thelanguage to understand. She orgasmed again, gasping and quivering, as her pussy fluttered around his knot, and he filled her with cum. It seemed they were suspended in that moment for hours, Genesis’s greedy cunt milking him for every drop.
After eons or minutes of absolute bliss, Gabriel sighed happily and planted a soft kiss against Genesis’s forehead. The simple gesture made her swallow hard against a sudden lump in her throat.
Holding her close, Gabriel carried her to one of the studio’s quirky armchairs, being careful of the connection locking them together as he sat down. He settled back with Genesis straddling his lap and she couldn’t help but melt against his chest, burying her face in his neck. She breathed him in, his pheromones soothing and familiar now. Gabriel rubbed her back and purred, and Genesis floated in a euphoric place between sleep and wakefulness.
They stayed that way a long time, his knot slowly softening. Genesis wasn’t sure how long because at some point she succumbed to sleep. Multiple orgasms worked better than melatonin. She probably would’ve slept all evening and through the night, if it hadn’t been for the excruciating cramps that woke her a few hours later. She sat bolt upright and immediately realized two things. One, she was in her bed at the cottage, Gabriel sleeping naked at her side.
And two, her first unsuppressed heat had begun.
Chapter sixteen
