Sexy.
Mine.
Well, not mine yet. But… but soon, I think.
“Keep looking at me like that, Lark, and I’m going to make you my breakfast,” he warns.
“Is no one listening to me?” Lazarus demands.
“Nope,” Noah replies instantly, his face suddenly in front of mine. “May I kiss you, please?”
The request takes me off guard. Noah seems like the type to just do what he wants, not ask permission first.
So I blink at him.
Then give a little nod.
But Lazarus’s hand on Noah’s throat stops him before he can lean all the way down. “First of all, I was saying something important. Second of all, we don’t do anything to our omega unless sheverbalizesconsent. A nod doesn’t count.” Dark eyes meet mine. “If you want Noah to kiss you, ask him.”
This male and his need to force me to speak.
It’s on the tip of my tongue to issue a sassy retort instead.
But one look at Noah and his hopeful expression has me considering otherwise.
This man really is like a puppy dog, just like Johan said.
A psychotic assassin, too,I think.But a loyal, playful man as well.
“Please kiss me, Noah,” I say.
He throat-punches Lazarus, causing the other man to release his hold with a wheezed curse.
“Don’t fucking stop me from taking our omega ever again,” Noah growls at him. Then he grabs me and pulls me into him.
I expect him to be rough. Forceful.Overeager.
Yet his touch is unexpectedly gentle.
He barely grazes my lips with his. Then applies a hint of pressure while Lazarus coughs out another curse beside us.
I don’t know how Noah can be so violent one second and so sweet the next. But I don’t care. All I can focus on is his mouth, the way it slants over mine, and the tender way his palm cups my cheek.
It’s like he’s kissing someone for the first time. His touch is tentative. Explorative.Appreciative.
So different from Johan’s kiss, which was also soft in the beginning. Yet his arousal was potent, too. He deepened our embrace with it, owning me with his tongue and providing a demonstration in sensuality.
But Noah is taking my mouth with care. Reverence. Like he’s worshipping me with his lips.
And now his tongue, I think dizzily as he enters my mouth to tenderly explore.
It’s erotic. Slow.Thorough.
I shiver beneath him, my nipples tightening as he settles on top of me. My legs automatically part around him, my body bending to his will. Not that he’s being particularly demanding. He’s just loving me.
Which is strange to think.
How can this male already be so obsessed with me?I marvel.And why do I feel equally enamored with him? Withthem?
