After watching them all have sex, you’d think I’d be immune to his naked body. Instead, it’s making me realize I’ve never been interested in men before because they’re all selfish pricks. The Domino brothers and Pablo have all shown me they’re anything but that when they have their heads extracted from their asses.
“Hey. You’re burning a hole in my body, and I doubt it’s because you think it’s all that interesting,” Dario grunts. “My eyes are up here.”
“I know,” I mumble, my breaths reedy as my tears keep falling.
“Ugh, that’s it.”
Hands grip my ass and I squeal as he lifts me until I have to look at him.
“Wrap your legs around me. Don’t be a lazy traveler,” he says, amused as he begins to walk.
“No one asked you to pick me up!” I hiss.
“Tell me what’s wrong. Why are you crying? Did we scare you? Is the heat too aggressive? I promise our omegas aren’t being hurt,” he says, still walking.
“No, I know how sex works,” I grumble. “At least, I definitely do now.”
“You’re a virgin.” The words are said slowly, as if he’s just realizing it and kicks himself for it.
“Yes. I shouldn’t be this freaked out about having sex for the first time, right? I figured I’d be fine with it. Rosa asked if I'd be alright with you all touching me, and I thought I would be.”
“Touching you is way different than fucking you,” he says.
“You’re speaking to me like I’m an idiot,” I sniff.
“No, I’m trying to figure out how to help. My brain tends to detach from the situation while I’m doing that. I’m sorry,” Dario groans. “Are you scared?”
“Yes.” The word comes out of my mouth so quickly, I surprise myself as I gasp in a breath. “I don’t know why I thought it wouldn't be a big deal.”
“Did you want it to be Pablo?” he asks. Remembering the mindless way my omega is currently fucking his way through his heat, I wince at how stupid I am. “Nah-uh! I don’t want to see that look. You’re not stupid. Pablo is probably the sweetest among us, but he’s currently out of his mind with pain and lust. He gets a pass, yeah?
“What do you want to do,micina? Two omegas in heat are a lot even with a fair amount of us available to help them through. I’m the only one not lost to the pheromones of this heat. Would you mind so much if I was your first?”
“No.” Blinking hard, I try again as I rein in the jumbled mess my emotions are making me. “I mean, I wouldn’t mind.”
“You’re adorable,” he smirks, his hand holding me up before he pushes my red hair away from my face. While I washed it, I let it air dry and it’s a wild mess now. “Show me you want me, Princess. You seem so untouchable with your claws and cool air. I want to see you come apart.”
Biting my lip, I think about the way I’ve only ever kissed Pablo and Rosalia. What would it be like to kiss Dario? He continues to hold me effortlessly, and I know better than to suggest it can’t be comfortable.
Instead, I run my fingers through his sex tussled hair, pulling slightly as I watch him. His light brown eyes widen before they heat with desire. His nostrils flare, allowing him to scent my arousal, and his lips curl upward confidently.
“You liked what you saw, right?” he asks.
“It was really hot. I really wanted to join in but…”
“Understood. No one in this house would ever want you to do something you aren’t ready for.”
His words give me the courage to lean forward and press my lips against his. It begins as a stilted kiss, and he follows my lead, allowing me to explore him as he opens his lips slowly. Only, it’s not enough.
Ugh! Biting his lip hard, I tug on his hair so he’ll lift his face so I can kiss him to my liking.
“So bossy,” he mumbles against my lips. “I love it.”
Dario only begins to take control of the kiss as I allow my fingers fisted in his hair to relax, and the coolness of the wall contrasts against my heated skin as he leans me against it. Pulling away from me finally, he pushes the strap of my top off my shoulder, nuzzling it with the stubble on his face before kissing it.
“Dario,” I gasp. I don’t know what I’m asking for, but I want more.
“I got you, Princess,” he promises, kissing me again before he pulls off my shirt. “You’re fucking stunning.”
