She hesitates. “Please.”
I toss the lace aside, press my lips to her shoulder, and take a nipple in my mouth. She collapses back onto the bed like it’s all too much for her. I kiss my way down her stomach, moving between her legs.
I adjust the waistband of her panties. I like that they don’t match the bra. They’re soaked, and that goes straight to my head. I tug at the elastic and look up at her.
“Ash?” I stroke the damp fabric, slow and deliberate. “I want you to take these off.”
Her cheeks go from pink to scarlet. She tries to look away, but I catch her chin gently. “Don’t do that. Don’t hide. Stay right here with me.”
She nods and shimmies them down her hips. I ease them the rest of the way off and let them dangle from one finger before tossing them aside. Her legs tense and relax, the urge to close them at war with the urge to open for me. I settle between her knees and drag a finger through her slit just to watch the pleasure burst throughher eyes, the way she sucks in a breath and holds it. I’d do anything to see that again.
I work my way down her body, letting kisses fall, teasing touches until her hips start to rock. Between her legs now, I dip my head and take one long, slow lick. She jerks up onto her elbows, eyes wide.
I pause, mouth inches from her. “All good?”
“It’s just…” She blinks, almost flustered. “You know, alphas don’t usually do that. They just knot.”
“This alpha does.” Who the hell wouldn’t want to go down on her? To be drowned in her and get completely lost in her peach scent?
“I want to taste you. I want your slick everywhere. I want to feel you come around my tongue.” I hold her gaze. “What do you want, Ash?”
She swallows. “Okay,” she says, voice trembling. “That. I want that.”
If she’s never had good oral, I’m going to ruin her for every other alpha.
The second my tongue tastes her, thought leaves me entirely. There’s just the heat, the slick, and the way her thighs clamp around my shoulders as she gasps my name.
Chapter fourteen
ASH
Everythingiswhitenoiseand my ears are ringing. My nails are dug so deep into the mattress, I think I’m going to puncture holes through it. My whole body arches off the bed, and I hear myself make a sound I’ve never heard before. It’s embarrassing, almost, like something private I shouldn’t let out.
I shove my face into the pillow and try to hide from it, but the feeling keeps rolling through me, wave after wave. Before I can catch my breath, I feel him move. He climbs up my body slowly, his hips easing back, giving me time to come back to myself.
His hands bracket my face, thumbs brushing my cheeks, and he covers my lips in delicate little kisses.
“You did so good,” he murmurs, voice rough. “I’m proud of you.” His mouth grazes my throat, softer than anything. “I’m proud of how much you gave me.”
That knocks something loose inside me. No one’s ever talked to me like that after sex. No one’s ever talked to me at all after sex, or acted like my pleasure was anything more than a biological accident.
He pulls back just enough, like he’s afraid I can’t breathe. My hands shoot up, grabbing his shoulders, and I wrap my legs around him, needing him closer.
“More,” I say, then. “Please.”
He freezes for a second, like he has to make sure I mean it. I can feel him looking at me, waiting, checking, like it matters more to him how I’m feeling.
“I’m not knotting you. Not tonight.”
“What?”
“Tomorrow. I have to give you something to look forward to.”
“Oh.” I shudder as his body presses my legs wider and his cock slowly pushes inside me.
He moves with control, with patience. There’s no rushing, no pinning me down, no commands. He’s just holding me, like he wants me to feel every second. And I do. I let myself feel all of it, the stretch, the pressure, the slow, steady rhythm. I’m not out of my mind, not fogged over in the craze of heat. I’m here, with Beckett, and he’s looking right into my eyes and flooding my ears with beautiful nonsense. It hits me harder that I’m feeling pleasure on purpose, not just because my body can’t say no in heat.
I come again and again. It’s smaller, softer, but still intense. He whispers my name, calls me beautiful as his pace picks up. He hooks an arm under my knee and moves faster, telling me to come again. I dig my nails into his back and let go just as I feel him release inside me.
