“You’re making it hard for my fingers to move. But I don’t mind a little brute force, Ms. Bianchi. You’ll take me. Eventually. And it’s going to be fucking perfect.”
“Yes, darling, just like that. Come one more time for me.”
“Such a good girl for me, omega. So fucking good.”
I’m lost in an oblivion that’s owned and dictated by Lazarus Ferraro.
It’s dangerous here.
Hypnotic.
Amazing.
I should want to run again, but my legs are too heavy to move.
Besides, he’s already walking for me. Or… or something. I don’t know. My eyes are closed. My head against his shoulder. His purr warming my heart. His fingers massaging my insides. His lips continue to voice words against my ear in that deep baritone that I’m starting to adore.
I yawn. Moan. Curl into him.
Exist.
And sleep…
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
NOAH
Johan’ssoft snores cause my lips to curl.
When Laz didn’t come back, Johan tried to go hunt him down.
I provided an alternative activity.
Or rather, I forced him to stay.
Then fucked him until he passed out.
He’s going to be pissed when he wakes up, covered in our cum. Johan always wants to shower after we play, then changes the sheets before going to bed.
Sometimes I fuck him again just to infuriate him.
Because the process starts all over and he eventually runs out of clean bedding.
But tonight, he was so exhausted by my antics that he didn’t even try to shower.
Which means he’s saturated in our joint fluids, something I play with now as I massage the substance into his skin. It’s my way of marking him.
And defying Laz.
He told me to clean Johan up.
I made him dirtier instead.
Chuckling, I lean down to kiss his shoulder, then suck on his neck, curious whether I can rouse him into another round.
He swats at me instead, then goes back to his snore fest.
I heave a loud sigh. “Lightweight.” It’s not true. He gives as good as he gets. But I like to goad him anyway. “I guess a nap works. But I’m going to wake up hard and expect you to suck me off. You’ve been warned.”
