“The Brit licked this sweet pussy?” he nearly growls, but not in a threatening way. In a way that sends lighting up my veins. Hearing him talk like this when he’s been so calm and controlled sends a thrill through me.
Hewantsme.
“Yes,” I breathe, “and I’ve never…” his hands are along for the ride as my hips start moving back and forth, chasing my release against the cock of my alpha. “I’ve never felt anything like it.” I’m so close, and the way he looks at me, filled with primal hunger only feeds my desire—and my confidence.
Maverick grunts under me, his fingers gripping me tighter.
“And when he entered me,” I gasp, right on the edge as I bend forward, my face close to his, “it hardly even hurt.”
He surges forward, his lips capturing mine in a hungry, desperate kiss. He tastes like clean leather, lemongrass, andmine. I moan into his mouth, the slide of his cock against me sending me over the edge.
My pussy clenches around nothing, my slick dampening my underwear to the point I’m definitely going to need to change. My arms give out, and I nearly collapse on top of him, my head falling to thecrook of his neck.
Maverick suddenly lets out a slow, sexy-as-hell moan as his hips stutter against me. “Fuck, Wren…oh, Baby Girl.” His head falls back, his breathing hard as he stares at the ceiling. “Holy shit.”
I let out a breathless laugh, and his hands shift from my hips to rub my back. “Well, I’ve certainly never donethatbefore.”
“I haven’t cum in my pants since I was a damn teenager,” he chuckles, “and never with anyone as breathtaking as you.”
“You…came in your pants?” My brows shoot up in surprise. Isthatthe extra wetness I feel?
“That’s what you do to me,” he presses a kiss to my forehead, “never doubt that I want you. That…wewant you. Even if we hold back a little. We just don’t want to rush you.”
My body is nearly boneless between my post-orgasm bliss and being enveloped in Maverick’s scent. My nose runs up the hollow of his throat, breathing him in.
Mine.
“I want you too,” I murmur, my lips brushing his skin. “All of you. So don’t hold back anymore. Please?”
A small gasp leaves me as he puts a finger under my chin and tilts my head up, brushing the sweetest of kisses across my lips. “Now that I’ve had a taste, I don’t think I could, even if I wanted to.”
“And…doyou want to?” Our lips brush as the whisper leaves me, and his hold on me tightens.
“Not even a little bit, Baby Girl.”
Chapter 21
Brennan
Asmall grunt leaves me as I let all the gear I packed fall off my back and into the sand. Two beach chairs, a large blanket, an umbrella, two towels, sunscreen, sand toys, and a cooler of drinks and snacks.
Teddy had joked that I must have lived in another life as a pack mule as we left the cabin.
He might be right.
I’m barely winded as I open both chairs, setting them up to face the lake. My Song Bird immediately grabs the large blanket and starts to lay it out in front of the chairs. Andthatis the heaviest thing she’ll be lifting today.
“Nope,” I shake my head as she tries to grab the umbrella from the sand, “take a seat, Beautiful.”
She frowns. “But you carried those all the way here—”
I shrug. “Song Bird, it was a five-minute walk, and I’m biologically designed to be able to take care of every single whim my omega possesses.” I grin as her cheeks flush pink. “I’m sure the gods included ‘handling beach set-up’ when creating alphas. You don’t need to worry about it. So, sit, or relax or something? I’ll take care of the rest.”
She huffs before nodding, and even though I’m not thrilled that she’s annoyed, the fact that she’s willing to show how she’s feeling tells me just how far the five of us have come in the last few days.
My omega peels off the billowy sun dress that I ordered with the bathing suit last night. As she tosses it onto the blanket, her gorgeous figure on display, a hard-to-accept fact hits me.
I might have set myself up for failure with this date idea.
