He casts me a glare, then kisses a path down her neck before feasting on her beautiful peaks.
Her body bows off the wood, but I move my hand from her hip to her belly and push her back down, then add a fourth finger to her channel.
She squeals, but I don’t relinquish her from my hold.
Instead, I force her to take it, all while ensuring she feels good with my mouth.
We really should have discussed safe words or some shit. But right now, I’ll take “no” or “stop” as red flags.
Fortunately, she’s not uttering anything like that at the moment. Probably because she’s too busy moaning.
“Fuck, pet, you’re drowning me in your slick,” I tell her. “Something tells me you’re going to very much like my knot lodged deep inside your cunt.”
Her response is a wet kiss to my fingers, making it even easier to glide in and out of her.
“Beautiful,” I murmur, loving her physical responses to my touch. I can’t wait to take her. To own her. To master her. Toclaimher.
“Noah,” she breathes, her fingers in Johan’s hair as she holds him against her breast. “I… I…”
She doesn’t finish her statement because I roll her clit between my teeth again, giving it a little bite.
Which sends her cascading into an orgasm so powerful that my fingers struggle to move.
That’s going to feel so damn good around my cock,I think, my knot throbbing with expectation.
I continue licking her and stretching her but release her belly so I can use my hand to unfasten my pants.
I want to make this easy on her.
A choice. An ability to consent. A way for her to stake her claim without having to sink her pretty teeth into my skin.
My jeans loosen, the fabric opening enough to free my cock.
I could push them down farther, but I’m done waiting.
“I’m going to sit up now, but my knot’s more than ready for you, little bee. All you have to do is slide off that table and come get it. Put it in your pussy. Your mouth. Or I’ll take care of myselfwith my hand while you watch. The choice is yours, pet. So, what’s it going to be?”
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
LARK
Johan kisses a pathup my body, his lips near my ear. “We all value consent, Lark. If you’re not ready for Noah, tell him. He’ll understand. That’s why he’s giving you a choice.”
I love what he’s saying and that these men are ensuring my comfort.
But I didn’t start this dance with Noah just to back down in the end.
I want to blow his mind. Make him realize I’m the right omega to match his brand of crazy. And prove that I’m not afraid of his knot or anything he could do to me.
He’s dangerous. Deadly.Psychotic.
Yet I don’t fear him at all.
Threading my fingers through Johan’s hair, I pull him into a kiss, one that I hope demonstrates my confidence and intentions.
I don’t want him to think I feel coaxed into this.
I want Noah. I want all of them.
