Adley presses her lips between her teeth before pushing up on my thighs to stand. Her hands come up to my hair, slowly combing through the sides as she straddles one of my thighs before sitting there, resting her heated core on my jeans. I’m not sure I can breathe, but then I do, and that orange blossom scent rises in the air around us, slithering along my body, touching me in places Adley isn’t, making my cock grow stiff as a fence board.
“Tell me what you feel right now, Ezra.”
“Hot.” The word tumbles from my lips before I’ve even considered how it would sound.
Her smile is pleased. “How else?” She rubs herself against my thigh as she asks, and I let out a low groan that becomes a growl in the end.
Taking in breath gets really hard. So does my dick as she grinds against my thigh, her perfume billowing off her body in waves, that orange blossom scent wrapping around my senses. As I breathe through my parted lips, my head begins to ache right in the middle of my forehead, my body begins to heat, my chest vibrates with a steady purr.
When Adley whines, she collapses against my chest with a deep sigh, her palms run up from my abs to my pecs, where she digs her nails, and I groan, flexing my hips.
“You keep that up, little Omega, and I can’t be held responsible for what happens next.”
She lifts her head to peer up at me, her teeth sunk into her plump lower lip, dark eyes sparkling in the dim light. “Is that a promise, cowboy?”
Gods. I should run far away from her. Stay away for her sake, keep her and the sanctuary safe from my past and reputation.
But I’m a weak man.
Without thinking it through, I grab the back of Adley’s head and pull her lips to mine, feasting on them right away, caressing her tongue with mine as she whines into my mouth. Without breaking contact, I reach for my hat and put it on, scoop her into my arms, and rise from the couch. Her arms wrap around the back of my neck as she holds on tight, a tiny squeak passing her lips, and I carry her up the stairs to do all the things I know I shouldn’t.
But we’ll enjoy every second of it.
Chapter Fourteen
Iam so wet.
My slick has been seeping from my core since the moment I straddled Ezra’s enormous thigh. But since he lifted me into his arms and carried me upstairs, I’ve been gushing.
In the back of my mind, I make mental notes of where all the animals are in the house, go over if any of them will need my attention soon, when Ezra breaks my concentration.
“Which room is yours?”
Oh, right. He’s never been up here before.
“That one.” I point to the door at the end of the hall, and we’re on the move again, heading toward it. He leans to twist the knob and swing the door open, kicking it closed behind us, his heavy steps softened by the carpet.
He sits me on the edge of the mattress, steps back, and just… looks at me. His light green eyes are ablaze as they roam along my frame. A flare of self-consciousness lights in my chest, but Ezra leans down and pulls off his boots, setting them beside the nightstand. Then he removes his hat and hangs it on the post of the headboard, and returns to where he was standing before.
His jeans are already strained to the limit by his thighs, but his cock is so hard, and so fucking huge, it looks like it could push its way through the fabric. I’m fascinated and scared all at once.
Then, he unbuttons his shirt, removes the blue fabric, and lets it fall to the floor, revealing a white tee beneath. I’m absolutely enraptured by his every move as he crosses his arms in front of him, grips the hem of his shirt, and pulls it up over his torso and head before it joins his button-down on the floor.
And… I don’t even know how to process the masterpiece that is Ezra’s body. Above the waistband of his jeans, veins pop, and on either side, his hip bones protrude in a V, begging me to lick them. His abs and obliques ripple with every breath he takes, his pecs are rounded and firm, dark nipples small against his sun-kissed, hairless skin. My Alpha man-scapes, and right now, as I stare at his glorious form, completely unobscured, I am so glad he does. His arms are large, biceps bulging as he lifts his hands to smooth his blond hair back.
I don’t realize I’m whining, but I hear it now as it grows louder.
“I’m going to take care of my Omega.” He says the words as his fingers unbutton and pull down the zipper of his fly. His whole body bends as he pushes his jeans down his rippling legs, then kicks them off, rising to his enormous height in only a pair of poured-on black briefs, the band of elastic sitting low on his hips.
He comes closer, reaches out a hand, and I take it, letting him pull me to my feet. When his hands lower to the hem of my tee, I was about to go to sleep in, his fingertips slide beneathit, trailing across my skin slow and gentle. I gasp on my rising whine when his hands engulf my bare breasts. A growl rumbles deep in his chest, right in front of my face, as he squeezes them tight, making me moan. It’s like little electrical shocks come to life beneath my skin.
Ezra pushes my shirt up, and I raise my arms automatically, letting him slide it off my body and drop it to the floor. Then, he crouches down in front of me, his face at my navel, grabs the band of my soaked sweatpants, and slowly pulls them from my hips.
My whine is never-ending now.
He takes the longest inhale I’ve ever heard, through his nose that’s pressed right against my skin, above my aching pussy. My whole body shudders.
Ezra’s hands slide up to my ass, gripping and squeezing, massaging the flesh until my legs begin to spread as I stand before him, his nose still nuzzling my sensitive skin. Then, he kisses the front of my pussy, just above my clit, drawing a cry from me as I look down at him.
