“Let me in,” Harry murmurs to me, circling and then pushing, his finger trying to fit through. Then, suddenly, it enters me, and I moan in the most perfect bliss.
Nothing has ever felt as good as that one finger inside me.
Harry’s brows rise. “Are you a virgin, Selene?”
I nod, his voice almost drowned out by my pleasure. I don’t have the wherewithal right now to be embarrassed.
“I see.” He nods as if this makes it all clear to him. He gently works his finger deeper, and I buck against it, my body needing more and more even as the pressure grows uncomfortable. Once he’s buried in me, Harry withdrawsthat finger, and I keen in displeasure. But then he thrusts it back in, and that’s even better than before, even more pristine. He repeats this motion, sinking it into me and then pulling out, and I wonder what it would be like if that were his cock there instead.
Another moan is wrenched from my lips at this thought. Somehow, as if by magic, Harry is able to keep his hand moving inside me while rubbing my clit at the same time, and whatever that tickling sensation is at the back of my throat… it’s growing, and growing, and so is the fire sprouting up from where his hand slicks in and out of me, making wet noises with every pump.
“Harry!” I’m calling his name now as that energy grows, becoming almost painful as something inside me waits to break. “Please, I?—”
“Shh.” He leans down closer until his forehead is touching mine, the tips of our noses together. “Don’t worry. Let it happen.”
My arms find their way around his neck as he works me with his hand, and I spin faster and faster, until suddenly, it explodes. I scream as it overtakes me, as the pleasure eats me whole, and my hips snap against his palm. I feel so much liquid pour out of me that I worry for the bed, but still Harry is moving his arm, his own body pressed tight against my side.
Then, finally, it ebbs. I exhale everything, too worn out to even move. I gaze up into Harry’s blue eyes as he withdraws his hand from under the blanket and brings it, soaked with my fluids, to his face.
I have never felt so embarrassed. I’m about to cry my apologies when his tongue darts out and licks his finger.
He lickedme. Then he turns a smile on me.
“Do you feel better now?”
I don’t have words for how much better.
“Thank you.” That’s all I can manage.
Harry nods, then tucks me back under the blanket. When he rises, I see that he’s tenting his trousers, but he ignores it as he slips out of the room. He returns with a cloth, which he gives to me without any judgment on his face. I clean up under the blanket and then he removes the cloth again, returning with that significant lump still under his pants. When he sits down on the bed, all I want to do is throw my arms around him and show him how much this means to me.
Instead, I stay where I am, but reach out to touch his arm.
“I’m glad it was you,” I say. “I’m so glad it was you.”
7
HAROLD
Never have I tasted something so wonderful as Selene’s slick. Juicy and sweet and musky with pure woman. I want to drink right from the source next time.
I wonder if she would let me.
Selene dozes while I lie beside her. Her episode clearly took it out of her. Once I’m certain she’s asleep, I retreat to the bed in the back room and attend to my own needs. It doesn’t take much of sliding my hand up and down my cock and thinking about Selene’s taste, about her cries of pleasure, before I erupt. I’m surprised at how much spend drips down afterward. It’s thick and white in a way it’s never been before, and I wonder what it means.
I cook a meal, still in a daze myself. There’s an omega in my home, an omega in heat, and I’m the only one who can do anything about it.
Damn. This is what alphas are for. An alpha would be able to provide what she needs. That’s not me.
I’m just… Harry.
After preparing something of a meal, I eat my fill and then peek into the bedroom. Selene rouses when I sit on the bed and offer her a plate of food.
Without restraint, she dives in, eating as much as she can. I’ve never seen her devour something so voraciously. When she’s finished, she sits back and lets out a pleased breath. Then she glances around herself, her brow furrowed.
“This isn’t right.”
I’m not sure what she means as I take the plate away. “What isn’t right?”
