Page 54 of Bonded By Tea and Tarot

“Aury,” I groan, pulling against the hold he has on my hair.

He doesn’t relent, though. Instead of kissing my lips, he drags his tongue along my collarbone again to the other side of my neck, tilting my head the other way as he goes.

“Oh, Goddess.” My voice is breathy, desire licking up my spine with every swipe of his tongue.

“No other Goddess here, Moonbeam,” he whispers, his lips brushing against my neck. “Only you and your devoted beta.”

My perfume is spilling out of me, sweeter than usual with how turned on I am. The scent of rich clove, nutty and warm, swirls into the air around us alongside the earthy cardamom that underlies it. My scent mixes with Aury’s sweet cinnamon, and I keep getting hits of Jayce’s bonfire lingering on my skin, and Hayden’s Palo Santo from Aury's skin. All together they’re enough to have me clenching my legs together and biting my lip to prevent pleas from spilling from my mouth.

Aury tips me sideways so I’m flat on my back on his couch, but he holds himself steady above me. I tug on his shoulders, wanting his weight pressing into me, and he obliges. My mind goes hazy with bliss, the scent of him surrounding me, yet I want it closer. I want him closer. I want all of them closer. Then he sucks the delicate skin of my throat into his mouth and strokes his tongue across it, humming with pleasure.

I can’t stop the whimper that slips out this time. “Aury,” I gasp. “Please, I need more. I need you.”

Chapter Thirty

Aury

I need you.

My brain feels fuzzy at those words and they whirl around inside my skull, taking control of my body. One second we’re making out on my couch, and the next we’re in my room. Siobhan is pulling me down onto my bed, her mouth sucking on my bottom lip. Desperate hands tear at both of our clothes, and I wrench my arms out of my shirt while kicking off my pants, then I help wrestle her clothing off too.

“Aury,” she breathes.

“Moonbeam,” I say back. Her pale, bare skin glimmers in the low light of my bedroom. The sun has set, the world has quieted, and it’s only us. “You’re so beautiful I can’t take it all in.”

Then I drop my mouth to the valley between her breasts to press a reverent kiss. Her hands thread into my hair, holding me tight to her. I move my mouth along the curve of one soft breast, her skin so creamy I can see the blue veins beneath it. I circle her tightened nipple with my tongue, and she arches her back, pressing into me. I close my lips around her, but I don’t suck yet.

I taste. My tongue swirls around her areola, laps at her nipple, explores the different textures of smooth to pebbled to hardened skin. I turn my head slightly so I can look at her other breast, how it bounces when her breath hitches, and the way it perfectly spills over my cupped palm. I heft the weight, then squeeze. She moans, the sound vibrating into me, and I groan in response when her soft flesh squeezes between my fingers where I plump and knead her.

“Aury,” she says again, more of a whimper this time.

“Mhm,” I hum, not yet willing to remove my mouth from her flesh. She tastes too good.

“Please, Aury.”

I could be convinced to taste other parts of her, now that I think about it. She has so much bare skin to explore.

I release her nipple with a pop, and give the opposite one the same treatment until she’s writhing and panting beneath me. Then I nip and kiss my way down her soft belly, trace the lines of her hip bones with my tongue, and finally inhale her warm scent straight from between her legs.

Her breath hitches, and I don’t hesitate. I swipe my tongue through her wet folds, parting them and delving into her center.

“Oh fuck,” she pants, and her hands clench in my hair.

It’s a sharp sting on my scalp that helps keep me centered, bringing me back down to earth. Without it, I had been mindlessly grinding my hard cock against the bed, and probably would have spilled in my boxers at the next taste of her.

“So perfect, Moonbeam,” I murmur into her pussy.

I nudge my nose along her labia and shove my tongue as deep into her as it can get, swirling it around her hole and reveling in the strength of her taste and scent covering my face. I could die happy here, I think.

I lick and suck every inch of her, marveling in the different sounds coming from her pouty lips. Desperate whines, needy whimpers, throaty moans. I live for every single one and the hope of the next.

“Are you going to come for me, perfect omega?”

She simply pants in response, her eyes clenched tight and her entire body rigid with tension. Her heels are pressed into my shoulder blades, her legs folded up on either side of my face. I could turn my head and bite her inner thigh right now if I wanted to.

Not that it would do much… because I’m a beta.

The thought is sobering, but I shove it away. I won’t let that ruin what is hopefully the first of many times I get to bring her pleasure like this.