“Stop waiting, Sven,” she says in a fierce tone.
With sheer willpower, I force myself to stay still. “Sweetheart, you’re in heat. Your body’s…”
“I’ve wanted you before my body turned into this,” she barks, then grabs the front of my shirt in both fists and pulls. “I choseyoufrom the moment our eyes first met. When I first smelled your scent. When you took me to coffee, got me lunch, dinner… took me to the damn fair and fucking spoiled me like a fucking princess. I chose you.” She pokes at my chest, standing almost two feet below me, her magnificent eyes blazing, big tits rising and falling from her heavy breathing, fucking stunning. “So don’t you fucking darenot yetme again, Sven Greymark, or I swear to God…”
The door swings shut behind me. The wall I’ve been holding up for fucking weeks doesn’t crack. It fucking shatters.
I have her up in my arms before she finishes her sentence; her legs wrap around my waist; I carry her to her bed, lay her down in her wrecked sheets, follow her down, and I finally… fuckingfinally… let myself have what I’ve been starving for.
First, I kiss her. Deep, claiming. With my tongue all over her mouth, a growl rumbling in my chest. Esme opens for me, she moans, and I fucking drink it down. All of it. Her taste, her smell, her sounds. The fucking feel of her… Then I start working my way down her fucking perfect body. No rush. I’ve waited weeks and I’m gonna taste every fucking inch of my omega. I lick and nip at her throat, suck on the skin covering the scent gland under her jaw, finding it swollen from her heat. She cries out and bucks under me. I move to her collarbone, grazing with my tusks. Then I shove her tank top up and out of the way and get my mouth on her soft, heavy breasts I’ve been losing my fucking mind over. I suck one nipple deep into my mouth and roll it on my tongue while I palm the other one. Esme fists my hair, writhing. The sting feels fucking delicious. Amazing.
I keep moving down to her soft belly, her wide hips. Smelling, inhaling, lapping at her fucking perfect skin, getting drunk on her. My cock, heavy and throbbing, leaking all over the side ofmy leg where it’s still tucked in my jeans. I hook my fingers into her soaked shorts and drag them off. She’s fucking bare under them, and the scent that hits me when I get her thighs open nearly fucking ends me. It’s all her. Right there. From the source. MINE!! My vision blurs, I feel dizzy, and it’s like my heart is pounding straight through my dick.
“Look at you,” I rumble. Settling between her legs, I throw her luscious thighs over my shoulders and spread her cunt wide open with my thumbs. My girl’s fucking drenched, swollen, slick dripping out of her, dark pink, fucking perfect andmine,all fucking mine.“Been wanting to do this since I first laid eyes on you.” My voice is barely intelligible. I sound like a feral beast. “Wanted to drop to my knees for you.”
“Sven…” Esme’s voice is shaking. “Please…”
“I got you, little one.” I drag my long tongue up through her swollen folds, in one long, slow stroke, and she screams. “I got you, baby. Let me take care of you,” I snarl, every book I’ve ever read, every calm, measured thought I’ve ever had, gone. Fucking torched. All I am is a beast with his head between his mate’s legs. Then I put my mouth on her and I fucking lose myself…
Esme Williams tastes like fucking heaven. At its source, the scent that’s been wrecking me for weeks is sweet and slick and hot. I lick into her, around her clit, suck her juices into my mouth and roll my tongue, and she’s sobbing, her thighs clamping around my head, her hands fisted in my hair, holding me right where she wants me, and I let her, I’d let her crush me, I’d die happy right fucking here. I work my tongue into her, fuck her with it, long, deep, drag it up to her clit and suck, feeling her shake all over, her cries and moans, the wet sounds of my filthy mouth filling the room, her perfume saturating the air, my growls of pleasure and starvation mixed together…
I drag my mouth over her, coat her in my saliva, work it into her with my tongue, and I feel it hit her… feel her whole body goloose and pliant and soft under me, her cries going higher, filled with pleasure. Her hips rolling up to chase my mouth, her body fucking melting, opening for me. Orc magic…
“That’s it,” I growl against Esme’s drenched flesh, my beard fucking soaked with her. Nose full of her scent, my voice nothing but a guttural rumble. “You feel that? Let me open you, get you soft and ready…”
She comes on my tongue with a wail, her back arching off the bed, her slick fucking flooding my mouth. I drink it down and don’t stop, can’t. I work her through it and right into another fucking orgasm. I want my omega so sweet, and soft, and melting that when I finally take her, she’s fucking ready for all of me.
When I lift my head after a long while, Esme’s a fucking glowing mess, panting, eyes at half-mast, her full lips kiss-swollen, blabbering, and still reaching for me…
“More,” she grunts in a wrecked voice. “I need… I wanna taste you. Please, Sven. Let me taste you!”
Fuck!
She pushes on my chest to get me on my back and slides down my body with her eyes pitch black and her ravaged lips parted. I fucking need to watch this.
She pops open the buttons of my jeans, eyes never leaving mine, her white teeth sunk into her bottom lip. Then her small hand pulls down my pants and boxer briefs while I lift my hips to help her. Lower, lower, my length revealing inch by fucking inch, until she reaches my thigh and my cock springs free. And Esme goes still…
I watch her take in the size of me. My thickness, the ridges, the heavy head of my fat cock that’s shiny with precum. I watch a flutter pass over her beautiful face. At first, I think she’s nervous, then I realize she’s fucking starving for it. For me. Because she’sfucking mine. She leans in and licks the head of my dick… and we both jolt.
“Oh…” Her eyes flutter close. “Oh…”
There it is. The first taste of my precum hitting her tongue. I watch in fascination as her pupils dilate, watch her go from curious to fuckingdesperatefor me in the matter of one fucking heartbeat.
She licks me again, chasing my taste, and moans like she’s the one being fucking touched. When I’m the lucky bastard who’s fucking buzzing from the feel of her small hands sliding up and down my shaft, her full lips sucking in my cockhead, her sweet tongue lapping at my slit… “Oh my God, whatisthat? Sven, I need…”
“Take it,” I rumble, my hand sliding into her hair to fist and guide her. “It’s all fucking yours. Take as much as you want, little one.”
Esme doesn’t need to be told twice. She takes the head of my cock into her mouth and sucks greedily, drunk on me, chasing the high, her tongue working my slit for more. I groan, my hips jerking. I tighten my fist in her hair, shaking from how bad I’m holding back to keep from fucking her face. She gets maybe a third of me before I hit the back of her throat and she works what she can’t fit with both hands, stroking, sucking, lapping at me like she’s gonna fucking die if she stops, like the taste of me is the only thing in the world, and the more precum leaks out the more frantic she gets, fucking addicted, gone for it.
“Look at you,” I grit out between clenched teeth, rolling my hips to meet her mouth, all my muscles taught and strained, veins popping, head fucking exploding with pleasure. From her mouth on me, from watching my mate go fucking wild for me, her hips rolling into the air, her whole fucking body fucking lit up just from MY taste. “Fucking drunk off me, huh? That’s it, baby. That’s my good fucking girl.”
Esme moans around me, nodding, eyes locked on mine, and the vibration nearly finishes me. I have to pull her off my dick because there’s no fucking way I’m coming in her mouth for the first time.
She comes off me with a whine, strings of saliva connecting her swollen lips to the head of my dick, eyes glazed and desperate.
“Sven,” she begs, high and wrecked, reaching for me. “Please… I need you… I need all of you…Please, alpha!”
Fuck. The last thread of my hold fucking snaps.
