I love that the sight of my bare body has reduced him to grunts.
His big hands curl around my knees, long fingers caressing the skin, the scars there gently, before pushing them wider, revealing more of me to their hungry eyes. “So pretty. So pink. So wet.”
God, I really am. Slick is dripping out of me, pooling on the marble of the counter, and I can’t even find it in me to be embarrassed about it.
“Is this all for us, killer?”
I swallow and nod. “Yes.”
“Such a good omega for us.” Forsythe presses between my spread legs, fully clothed in his three piece suit and there is something delicious about that. In the contrast between my naked form and his covered one, about my slick soaking into the fly of his perfectly tailored pants as he grinds his cock against me, making me whine.
Like I’m some kind of siren tempting him to his doom.
No.
No. That’s not what this is.
He’s mine. I’m his. And there will be no doom.
Thayer’s right. I’m catastrophizing.
“Florence?”
My eyes flutter open, landing on him. I hadn’t even realized I’d closed them, too wrapped up in the feel of him against me. And I want more. More of the feel of him. More of everything.
I’m damn flexible, so it doesn’t take any strain at all to lift my right foot between us and put it on the prince’s shoulder, giving him quite the view of my pussy as I do. He smirks when I press down but doesn’t move. “You want something from me,cor mea, you need to use your words. Use yourbark.”
“Kneel,”I all but snarl, infusing every ounce of power I can behind it. So much in fact that I kind of expect him to drop like a stone. Instead he descends slowly, purposefully, holding eye contact the entire way down. Like he wants to really savor the moment he kneels for me.
I want to savor it too.
He’s at the exact right height while he’s on his knees, his face level with my aching core.
“You ready to have the prince of Bravonne show you how much he worships you, killer?” Thayer asks, rounding the island to stand by my head.
I give a jerky nod. “Yes.”
“Thentell him,” Thay orders with no dominance behind the words.
My cheeks heat. I want it, but I’m not sure if I can voice it. I’m not used to saying what I want in bed, in pleasure. My mind flickers back to the island, back to the little nest I made and how Forsythe took control of my pleasure then, how he orchestrated all of our moves. That is what I’m used to.
God, am I a pillow princess?
Do I just lay back and receive whatever my lover is willing to give me? Do I never take something for myself? Demand it?
And isn’t that what this whole thing is about? Embracing the power I have over these men? Claiming it?
I take a deep breath, and even though my cheeks are flaming bright red, I lift my head to look down my body and meet Forsythe’s eyes, just visible over my thatch of blond curls. “What are you waiting for, your highness?” I all but purr. “Get to worshipping.”
The corner of his mouth hooks up and he doesn’t try to fight my bark. In fact he leans forward with a hungry groan and licks a wide strip from ass to clit before pulling back and staring at my pussy like he’s found ambrosia or the fountain of youth. Like he’s been wandering a desert and my slick is an oasis.
“Holy shit,” he growls before diving in again. This time he doesn’t hesitate, doesn’t stop. His mouth latches on and doesn’t move.
No, that’s not right, it moves a lot. Lapping at my entrance, flicking my clit, nipping my lips.
I’m so worked up already that it doesn’t take much for my first orgasm to hit, back bowing off the marble, fingers tangled in his hair as I cry out his name to the ceiling.
“Good girl,” Thayer murmurs, long clever fingers plucking at my nipples. “So pretty when you come for your alphas.” I whine at that and he bends to swallow the sound with his mouth. “Shh, it’s okay, omega. We know you need more, and we’ll give it to you. You only need to ask.”
