“No. Stop that. None of that.” He growled and kept doing it.
Her body went helplessly taut in his arms, jerking with electrified intensity. Caught in the high pitch of an orgasm that didn’t stop, her slick poured from her body onto his.
It was all going to waste, so Alrick turned Phee in the other direction, rolled her to her back, and spread her legs over his shoulders. This was another kind of feast, and he was starving.
Using his weight to hold her still, he began licking her inner thighs just above her knees. The taste of her essence was gold on his tongue, visceral and real. He lapped at the salt and musk, inhaling Phee’s unique flavor and scent. There was no comparison to other women, no way to describe how good her fluid tasted or the texture of it against his lips and cheeks.
She was omega. Born for him. And her taste was his addiction. It stimulated, buzzing like alcohol at the back of his brain, every lick ravaging his cells with a need for more. When Phee thrashed under him, he leaned in with his shoulders to pin her still. Her essence was going to be on him or in him, one way or another.
Careful not to miss any, Alreck kissed and licked his way up to the delta where her slick began. He spread her legs wide to make room for himself and pressed his face into the glory of her omega womanhood.
Chapter Ten
Phee howled until she could make no sound at all. She couldn’t think, couldn’t process, couldn’t move. The alpha gave her no escape from herself, from his possession, from total exposure. Vaguely Phee knew they were in her bed, and he had her beneath him, her feet waving above his head. His strength against hers, he used all his physical advantages to take what he wanted. And he wanted everything.
She reveled in his desire. This powerful male wanted her.Her.His desire beat against her skin—and in her mind—in the best way. His will, his presence, that aura of internal force made this male shine and surrounded her in a cloud of persuasion. Her head was filled with yes. It was all she could think about.
Yes. Please. More. Yes.
Phee pressed up into the pressure of his hands just to feel his touch sink deeper into her bones. She arched her back to get closer. Willingly, she opened her legs to invite him in harder. Everything he did felt good, building into one greedy desire into the next.
His mouth found her slit and she whimpered in relief.
“Yes, please, Alpha.” Overwhelmed, she tore at the bedding, bombarded with pleasure; the alpha read and responded to her sounds and her need.
From nuzzling and kisses at the creases between her legs to the tender seam of her vulva, it was good. He left her clit alone completely. Left it swelling into a delicate pearl of urgency, while tasting her everywhere else. Now it was the center of her demand, turning her into a beast and matching him in desire. Fitting his lips around her, tongue pressing downward toward her entrance, he suckled. Phee screamed.
From temptation to absolution—from promise to fulfillment. His lips pulled and pulsed, suctioning every nerve ending in her body in steady waves. He gave her beautiful.
She thought she had lost this.
But he gave it all back. Light, bursting into waves. He took her to the edge of another orgasm and held her there. The act caused slick to dribble from her and he opened his mouth wider, licked up the offering. Trapping her in his arms so she couldn’t escape the pleasure, he stabbed it at her entrance, licking deep. The feeling was unreal.
Phee didn’t know what to do with herself. He made her drench him, covering his face inher body fluids. And the alpha drank it all down like a syrup he couldn’t get enough of. Phee lost her mind. Lost herself. She was pure, radiant omega, surrendering to the savage hunger of her alpha.
He sucked her into himself, drowning her in ecstasy again and again until she was sobbing with it. His tongue touched the outside of her vagina, but didn’t go in. He pressed his nose between the lips of her vulva, would open his mouth over her even there, but he did not penetrate her. She wanted him inside. She could feel her womb clench and flutter with every wave he inflicted upon her. But he did not fill her.
She needed pressure. She needed force.
Where was his cock? His knot? Why hadn’t he given that to her?
“Please.”
He grunted something against her wetness she couldn’t hear over the tumult in her head.
“Please, alpha,” she tried again.
He lifted his head. One arm slipped tight around her waist and repositioned them so that Phee suddenly found herself looking up into the fervency of his eyes. Until that moment, this close, she hadn’t seen the dark blue irises lit by gold circling his dilated pupils—eyes like fire and night. He had arching brows, full lips, lines suggesting humor, smoothed out now by his focus on her.
Despite the scars on his cheek, he was so handsome—as pretty as Crispin—yet the sheer presence emanating from him outmatched his attractiveness. It was hard for her to see beyond his dominating strength.
His scent was new, unlike any other male she’d come across—a storm of lightning and wild rain matching his eyes and spirit. A scent she dreamed about without realizing it.
“Please, alpha,” she said again. It was time for him to enter her with that thick, heavy cock of his. He’d rebuffed her one attempt to touch his masculinity. Phee would turn to ash if he did that again.
“What is it, Phee?”
“I need.”
