“No,” I said, my voice steady. “It makes me happy.” I whispered the confession.
Something dark flared in his features as he tenderly cupped my face. Slick pooled at my center, a whine starting to build.
“Then let me make you happy, mo chroí. Be my good girl and letme absolve you of your sinful thoughts with my tongue between your thighs.”
My nails bit into the corded muscles on his forearms.
“Alpha, please.”
“You’re so pretty when you beg.”
A large hand splayed over my belly, gently coaxing me into the pillows. I let him push me down until I was flat on my back, my nipples taut as he raked a slow, assessing trail over my figure as if cataloging every freckle and curve.
My breasts heaved with each strained breath. His knees bumped into my legs, spreading me open. A forearm rested on either of my face, caging me under him. Lips pressed to my cheek before he descended, trailing his tongue over my scars and between the valley of my breasts.
“Made for me. Do you taste as sweet as you smell, Omega?”
The tip of his tongue flicked over my nipple and I let out a keening cry, my back bowing off the bed. He pushed on my stomach, forcing me into the mattress.
“I… I don’t know,” I breathed. “No one has ever—I mean… I haven’t.”
“Are you telling me no one else has had the pleasure of drinking from this pretty pussy, mo chroí?”
A finger played with the hem of panties, and I squirmed, canting my hips higher. My body sizzled from head to toe, my omega practically panting at the promise of his mouth on me.
“Please,” I begged. “Alpha, I need you.”
I wanted to hate what Kaelen Finnegan did to me, bringing my omega urges to the surface. Usually, I fought them. Ignored them.
But it felt too good to give in to them. To submit to my alpha. To let my brain and body rest.
I was always so tired.
“Shhh,” he cooed, kissing lower until his mouth rested below my navel, his piercing green eyes staring up at me. Fingers brushed over my hips as he peeled my panties off, the cool air hitting my hot center. “I have you, Willow. I’ll take care of you. Can you be patient for me?”
“No,” I half-chuckled, half-cried, trying to wiggle my hips.
Nails bit into my flesh, making small crescents appear on the pale skin. I gave up, tossing my hands back onto the blankets and blowing a strand of hair off my face.
The smug bastard had the audacity to smirk at me. A frustrated noise morphed into a whimper as his thumb swept over my clit.
“So responsive,” he murmured.
Another retort died on my next breath when he licked his way through my entrance, making my entire body catch fire. He took his time, lazily licking my slick before circling my clit and sucking.
Oh,fuck.How did I go so long without this? Whenever death came for me, let it be with Kaelen’s tongue worshiping me.
Shit. Shit. Shit.
“More. More,” I demanded, not caring if I sounded like a petulant child.
“My lovely omega. You are so good, Willow.”
The praise made me gush, and I was too far gone to be embarrassed. He responded to my breathy command by sliding one thick finger into me up to the knuckle. I gasped. The stretch was barely enough to take the edge off. I squeezed around him, and he rewarded me by adding a second digit and curling them.
A shock of pleasure made my entire body seize as he tapped a spot inside that I swore only existed in those raunchy books that Sam loved. He moved his fingers in steady, maddening strokes, growling as he lapped at my slick like it was the most delicious thing he had ever tasted.
Everything burned, the hum more intense than anything I felt in the haze of my heats. My climax heated me from the inside out, the flames of it growing with each torturous motion from Kaelen.
