So I lean down and lick the head, which is muskier and saltier than I expected. It’s soHarryin its flavor, and I swallow it all. With a little burst of creativity, I decide to lick and stroke my hand at the same time, and Harry’s head falls back on the pillow. When he lets out a groan, I know I must be doing something right.
I get bolder, sucking the whole head into my mouth as I wrap my hand around his knot and squeeze. That earns a bigger grunt of pleasure, so I lick even farther down.
“Selene,” Harry gasps, “I’m going to finish in your mouth.”
“Then do it.” But it comes out muffled.
Harry’s legs go tight and his belly contracts as even more of that liquid spills out of him, onto my tongue andover my lips. There’s so much, in fact, it drips down my chin and onto my hands.
I think I did something right.
13
HAROLD
Selene’s mouth was so tentative, so inexperienced, and yet divine. She was eager to learn and surprisingly strong with her grip, and seeing her lips wrap around my cock was all I needed for the dam to break.
It will take me some minutes to be ready again after that, but for now, I’m going to savor Selene. I’m going to eat her up one morsel at a time, enjoying each moment. This will not be a frantic, feral fuck on the forest floor.
“Come here,” I say, holding my hands out. Selene crawls into my lap, seating herself across my thighs so my arms can wrap around her. There, I hold her tight, kissing the top of her head and squeezing her against me.
“I’m so glad I found you that night,” I murmur into her hair. “Out in the woods, I saw a ghost. Little did I know it was my future.”
Selene leans in closer, too.
“I feel like I was a ghost until I met you.”
My hand ventures down her side, over the curve of her hip. Then I head inward, and Selene spreads her thighs for me as I reach down between them. She’s already slick here, and I skate one finger through it.
“What a good omega,” I tell her, lubricating my finger so I can sweep it over her clit. “All wet for me already.”
A gasp slips from Selene’s parted lips, and I soak it up, inhaling her sweet orange blossom scent. The animal in me awakens, telling me what I already know: that I need to bury my knot in her again, spend it all inside her, and mark what’s mine.
But I’m also a man with some semblance of self-control, so I tuck that desire away for now and simply tease her, making circles and then crossing them, rubbing up and down and back and forth until Selene’s head has fallen back against my shoulder and her thighs are trembling. Miraculously, my cock has thickened again, already anticipating how I’ll fit inside her.
Still, I wait, ducking a finger lower to test her out. Selene spread for me last night, so my finger fits inside her easier, and she moans as I sink it in.
“Yes,” she breathes. “That’s so good, Harry. But I need more.”
“There will be time for that.”
She’s soaked enough that my finger makes a wet sound as it slides in and out. Then I join it with another, and her thighs spread wider, her muscles tensing as I rub her clit with my palm while stroking inside her. I lean back, turning myself into a soft bed as I slowly attend to her. Soon, Selene is shaking and whining, whispering my name between heavy breaths. I’m fully alert now, my knotalready swelling in anticipation of what she wants. What she needs.
But I told myself I’d go slow. Make it as good for her as I can. Show her I’ll always take care with her.
Removing my hand, I slide Selene off my lap, and she lets out a little squeak of surprise as she ends up in a puddle of blankets and pillows. As much as I wanted to be gentle, I find I’m starving for her when I get between her legs and push them apart. Without waiting, I dive in, licking her up right at the source.
This is what I craved. I bury my tongue inside her, lapping up her slick. It tastes as good as the scent, and I sense my own seed dripping onto the bed. When I take my tongue up to her clit, Selene writhes, her hands finding my hair. To my great pleasure, she’s so aroused that she grinds herself against my face.
“Your beard feels amazing.” She moans as I suck hard on her clit. “But Harry, it’s not enough!”
“I know.” My mouth’s assault speeds up, intent on wringing as much pleasure out of her as I can. “You’ll have it soon.”
Then I squeeze my fingers into her. Now I’m sucking on her clit and pumping my hand in rhythm, pushing in deep and then curling my fingers to stroke along the inside of her. Her hips snap up, her moans morphing into a cry. She chants my name, pulling on my hair, her body trembling wildly and her toes curling as I bring her closer.
To my great satisfaction, Selene screams when she reaches her peak. She tightens around my fingers so beautifully I can barely move them, so I continue petting the wall of her channel while she squirms and clenches her thighs.
When she comes back down again, she’s panting, her bright eyes wide. I wipe my mouth with my forearm, and it comes away soaking wet.
