“A reminder,” she murmurs and throws the fork with savage precision at the wall. It sticks into the wood, the end vibrating as she growls low in her throat.
Diablos warned us that she might have some wild mood swings. What did he say to give her to calm her down? Chocolate and…orgasms?
I eye her carefully. While orgasms might be more fun, I get the impression that any attempts at the moment might end up witha fork with my name on it stabbed into the fleshy part of my thigh.
We don’t have chocolate, though.
Hmm…
I do like to live dangerously.
I get off the bed and flick the lights off so we’re all in the dark.
“Don’t stab anyone, Mei,” I murmur.
She holds perfectly still, not even responding, which just shows that I know she’s listening.
I lick my lips and crawl up the bed. When I find her ankle, I encircle it, holding on and just stroking with my thumb. I feel her leg tremble.
“Mei, do you like this? Do you want me to stop? Just say stop, and it will all end.”
Her breath comes out of her roughly.
I take that as permission and slide my hand up her ankle to her calf, kneading the skin. With a groan, I duck down, pressing my lips to the inside of her knees, licking the skin. Her legs fall apart, and I get a wave of her scent. Blackberries and musky, wild omega.
I bring my fingers up, even as my other hand finds her inner thigh and presses her legs apart.
“You smell so good, Mei.”
I let my fingers explore her skin, feeling the crease of her asscheeks, running over the curve of those powerful thighs.
They would look so good wrapped around my head. Later, Lirin.
I find the material that’s blocking my way and yank them off her. The material tears, and I throw the scraps away as I duck down, inhaling.
I groan. Her hand lashes out and grips my upper arm as I shuffle down the bed, pressing my shoulders into her thighs, holding her wide open.
Though I have never done this with a female, we all have enough practice teasing and tormenting each other. It should be easy. Action, reaction. I just need to read her right.
I blow lightly on her pussy, wishing I’d left the lights on, but it seemed only fair to even the ground between us. She whimpers.
“You say stop, and I will. Remember that.”
I lunge forward, burying my face in the sopping pussy in front of me. Oh, god, I’m going to drown the happiest of men. I lick, and the taste invades my mouth, my nose. My eyes widen,and I worm my arms under her legs, dragging her cunt closer to my face, fusing us together.
She’s so hot and wet. I don’t know if this is normal for omegas, but it’s just become my favorite thing ever. I find her entrance and run my tongue around it and then dip it inside.
She stiffens, and slick pours into my mouth. She’s panting now, rocking her hips against my face, her cries muffled by her thighs around my face.
I forget about reading her. In my frenzy, I forget about everything but consuming every little bit of that nectar coming out of her. I growl and lick upwards, and her body jolts.
I pause and lick softly. When I hit the nub of flesh, she shudders and cries out. I focus on it, lathing my tongue over it. Sucking on it.
She thrashes against me, her fingers threading through my hair, pulling it but towards her, not away. Her thighs clamp and release, and slick pours from her. I pull back and slide my fingers into her. Two fingers, and she’s tight, her muscles clenching around me.
I want so badly to bury my cocks in her.
That thought has me losing my mind. I suck hard on her clit and lightly scrape my teeth over it. She screams.
