The mattress dips under my weight. Her arms open and I’m above her, my forearms braced on either side of her head. Her beautiful legs curl around my hips, and the heat between meets my cock, and fuck, I’m not a strong man. I grit my teeth against a groan that could wake the whole street as desperately I crave to drive my cock into her sweet pussy.
She pulls me down and kisses me. Deep, starving, her tongue slides against mine, her hands gripping my shoulders and dragging me closer, and every thought that isn’t of her disappears. Louis. The rope. The knife. Gone. There’s only Claire, the taste of her mouth, softness of her skin against mine, those lush breasts, and her hips rocking up into me. She whimpers with need, her wet folds rubbing against my cock.
Fuck, fuck!
No sex. She said no sex. Right. I’m going to die.
I break the kiss, my breath racing. “You’re incredible,” I murmur. “And you have no idea how much I want you right now.”
She smiles, grinding herself against me, knowing exactly what she’s doing to me. So I take things into my own hands and slide down her body slowly. My mouth traces a path from her jaw to her throat, pressing into the hollow below her ear where her pulse flutters, then lower. Her collarbone. The valley of her breast. I take my time because I want to memorize everything about her.
When my mouth closes over her breast and my tongue circles her nipple, her back arches off the bed and she moans. Her fingers lock into my hair, her body moving, needing this. I take her other nipple and suck down on it.
“Oh, that feels incredible. Harder, please.”
And I obey, tugging, gently biting, sucking just as my Omega demands.
I work my way lower, kissing her ribs, her stomach, the dip of her navel. My hands slide down her sides, thumbs tracing the crease of her hips, and she’s trembling beneath me, her breathing ragged, her thighs parting wider as I settle between them.
Her scent is overwhelming here, not merely a smell but more of a force, and every inch of my body fires at once, confirming with absolute certainty what I already know: Claire is my fated mate. Mine. The scent match is complete and irrevocable, and I’m so close to howling from the rooftops that I have to clench my jaw to keep it in.
I kiss her inner thighs, gliding lower, my fingers tracing the glistening seam of her offering. I push them in between the soft lips, where it’s an inferno and so sticky wet that my cock is aching to fuck her hard and raw.
My mouth finds her, my tongue jutting out, flicking, tasting… Fuck, she’s so musky sweet.
Her hips jerk off the bed, a cry tears from her throat that she tries to muffle with her hand, and I reach up and draw her hand away. “I want to hear it all,” I tell her.
My tongue laps over her clit, and I’m learning what makes her gasp and her legs shake.
She’s fire, and I use my fingers to pinch her clit, teasing her, and she squirms while giggling. In a heartbeat, she scrambles up the bed, and I chase her. My hands close around her ankles, and I drag her back down the sheets. She’s laughing, breathless, her face flushed.
“I’m going to come too fast if you do that,” she gasps.
“And? There’s no limit to how many times I can do this, Claire. Let me show you.”
I draw her close and press my face between her thighs again, and I don’t take my time. I devour her, while pushing her thighs wider, giving me more space. Her hips roll against my face, and I’m lost in her taste and her scent. I slip two fingers into her, and she cries out.
I’m about to lose it here on the bed at this rate. Her sweet pussy is drenched, sucking at my fingers every time I pull them back. My pretty Omega is panting, her pussy dripping, and she’s burning as hot as an inferno.
“Jakob, I’m going to come, oh God!”
“Come for me. I’ll take it all.” I latch onto her clit as her breath hitches, and her pussy spasms around my fingers as I shove them deep inside her.
She’s screaming, quivering, and I love how turned on she is in this moment. Once she settles, she doesn’t move or say something witty. She’s breathing quickly, smiling. I feel my own cock pressed in against the mattress, rigid, and I’m unsure how much more of this I can take.
Sliding my fingers out, I rise onto my knees and stare down at this beautiful, wrecked Omega. “You’re the most stunning thing I’ve ever seen or tasted. How are you feeling?”
She stares up at me, eyes glazed, chest heaving. “Like I can fly, which I know is dumb, but I love the sensation of coming.”
“Good, because I have an idea,” I say.
“Yeah?”
“Sixty-nine. Want to try it with me?”
She’s nodding eagerly. “I’ve been thinking that I need to put something in my mouth.” Her words go through me like electricity.
“I adore this naughty side of you.”
