He licks away the come, pausing only to suck hernipples. She digs her fingers into his shoulders, quickly reduced to mindless noises again.
Orion doesn’t stay in one place for long, seeming intent on actually cleaning her. After her breasts are done, he moves lower, squeezing her curves and licking the swell of her stomach. She squeals when he sticks his tongue in her bellybutton.
Cato watches, unconcerned, as his handiwork is wiped away.
Hestia giggles when Orion licks her nose. He cleans her cheeks and licks her lips without touching them with his own. She opens her mouth in invitation, but Orion ignores it.
The white streaks disappear, leaving only her flushed cheeks and red lips. Only once he’s satisfied that her face is clean does Orion tug her jaw open and lick inside.
Chapter 35
Magnus
Ipull Orion away from Hestia’s lips. There’s no more come for him to clean, and she’s too out of it to give him new orders. That means it’s my turn to take charge.
Cato is still crouched near her head, and I growl at him. He flashes some teeth behind the muzzle but moves back.
Finally, she’s mine.
I look down at my omega, her eyes hazy, flushed and panting, heat riding her hard.
“Be a good girl and show me your pretty pussy,” I say, pushing her legs up.
Hestia whimpers and lets me move her around.
“Hold your ankles and don’t let go until I say you can.”
Once I have her holding herself open, I stroke her pussy. More slick trickles out as I spread her lips.
That’s not enough for Hestia, because she whines and arches her back, trying to hurry me along.
I slap her thigh and enjoy watching it jiggle. She jolts, and I rub the spot to soothe it. When she moans, I slap the other one, continuing until her thighs are blushing almost as pink as her pussy.
Hestia is slick and dripping, her scent heady. At some point she dropped her ankles, but it doesn’t matter. With me kneeling in between her legs, she’s wide open.
“You like that, little omega?” I say, squeezing her thighs.
She whines and nods.
I rub her clit as a reward. My hand is immediately covered in slick, making my movements sound sloppy and obscene.
My cock is throbbing, desperate to be inside her, but I want to make her just as desperate for me so she can’t think.
I spank her pussy and watch it flutter. Hestia moans and reaches for me, and I pin her wrists above her head.
I slap her pussy again, punctuating my words with spanks, “This is what it will feel like when I’m fucking you. Are you ready for that?”
She whines and tilts her head to the side, exposing her neck, a sight designed to drive an alpha crazy. Her unmarked skin makes my teeth ache, but I ignore the temptation.
Although…
I drag my teeth across her neck, just a tease. Hestia’s whole body shivers, and she arches her neck even more.
I take little nips, careful not to get my canines on her. She’s trembling under me, whether because she’s aching for release or a bite, I’m not sure.
Her neck is red by the time I pull back.
Hestia’s perfume is so sweet and enticing, urging me to knot her, fill her with come, never let her go.
