Pressing up against Johan drove me to orgasm, something that’s never happened to me before. I can only imagine the euphoria Lazarus can inspire with his mouth. His touch. His hands.His cock.
“Tell me how to please you, princess,” the alpha murmurs, still holding my gaze. “Do you want my tongue?”
I nod, the motion feeling frantic.
“Where?” he presses. “Here?”
I nod again, causing his eyes to narrow slightly.
“Verbal responses, please, Ms. Bianchi. Consent is important to me,” he says. “Tell me you want me to lick your tits.”
I swallow, my mouth seeming to go dry in an instant. “I… I want to feel your mouth on me. On my breasts, p-please.”
His nostrils flare. “Only there?”
I shake my head. “No.”
“Then where?” he repeats, the words a growl against my nipple.
I shudder in response, my eyes nearly falling closed. Only, his smoldering gaze demands that I focus on him, his dominance a pressure against my senses that captivates me entirely.
In this moment, I’m his. Utterly and completely.
“Ms. Bianchi,” he says, pulling back just enough to make me miss the presence of his mouth near my stiff peaks. “Tell me what you want, and it’s yours.”
God, I wish it were that easy. I’ve been with a few betas, but nothing ever felt like this. Felt likehim.
No, not even just him, butthem.
My alphas.
My scent matches.
They’re driving me mad.
They left me. Noah was hurt—though he looked just fine tonight. And now… now I’m in the shower with Lazarus Ferraro on his knees for me. Waiting for a command.
No, it’s more than that. He wants permission.
Consent.
I would never have thought a man like him would value consent. He’s nothing like I expected. Nothing like I could have imagined.
And I’m so tired of overthinking this.
I want to see what he can do. Learn more about who he is. Determine if he’s the alpha he proclaims to be.
“Pleasure me, please,” I whisper. “I want your mouth on my breasts,” I reiterate. “And between my thighs.” I can’t say the word I know he needs to hear. I… It’s too much. Too embarrassing. Tooreal.
But I can tell by his expression that he’s about to demand clarification onwhereagain.
“On my clit.” The words rush out of me before he can ask. Then I nearly duck my head to hide. Only, his eyes still hold me captive, which is how I catch the smolder darkening his expression.
He’s gratified by my words.
Moreover, he’sarousedby them.
“You’ve been a very good girl tonight,” he praises me. “And good omegas are rewarded.Thoroughly.”
