Page 41 of A Farmer’s Guide To Gamers

I felt powerful and sexy as he stalked closer, his eyes drinking me in like a fine wine before he was lifting me again and carrying me into the bathroom.

“You deserve better than a sweaty, dirty alpha. Shower first then you’re mine,” he demanded. He put me back on my feet before adjusting the water. Steam filled the room quickly.

I stepped under the spray first, letting him follow this time. Plus, if I didn’t he’d probably try to carry me in just to show he could.

He followed me in, pressing his front against my back, sweeping my hair aside and placing soft kisses against my skin.

“I’ll never get tired of this scent,” he vowed.

Then he grabbed my loofa and body wash. He lathered it up before gently sliding it over my skin. My eyes drifted closed as he washed every inch of me.

It was such a sweet gesture. I wasn’t used to this level of care or sweetness with a partner.

I could get used to this.

Then the sweet brushes of his fingers turned heated. He slipped his hand between my thighs, teasing over my slick skin and washing away the sweat from today.

By the time he finished I was panting and needy.

When I tried to wash him, he shook his head and quickly washed himself, just as ready to get back to our night as I was.

Dean dried us off quickly before tossing the towel into the hamper and pulling me with him back to my room.

“So bossy,” I teased, words cutting off on a gasp as he snatched me mid-step and tossed me onto my bed.

“Yes,” he chuckled. The sound was a harsh rumble that sent a shiver through me. This man was turning me on and had barely touched me.

I couldn’t help but smile up at the alpha hovering over me. Dean knew exactly how sexy he was. I had no doubts about that.

But I also knew the effect I had on him. I started slowly letting my hands glide over my skin in teasing strokes. My alpha’s eyes tracked every movement, his tongue flicked out to lick at his lips as if he was dying to taste me.

I teased over my breasts before moving lower, and then finally let my legs fall open wide.

“Fuck, Tillie,” he breathed out, his chest heaving now as he watched me. It was having the exact effect that I had hoped for.

I let my fingers slide slowly over my clit, a needy moan breaking free as my eyes rolled back. It was a fight to keep them open now when all I wanted to do was close them and savor the feeling.

His scent burst out, meeting mine. The bitter coffee, sharp orange peel, and spicy cloves was stronger than ever. I breathed him in as I touched myself, loving every second of this game.

“You’re playing with fire, omega,” he warned. But I didn’t take him seriously. A soft chuckle escaped me before I picked up the pace, wondering just how much I could take before I came just at the thought of him watching me like this.

Dean let out a growl and practically dove between my legs. He glanced up, his eyes hungry and lips tipping into a smirk.

“Now you’re extra slick for me, Tillie. Did you think about my hands on you? Me making you come on my tongue?”

“You’re not the only mate I have, alpha,” I rasped out as my fingers slid over my clit, bringing me closer to relief.

He chuckled, low and deep, and that was my only warning before he latched his mouth over my clit, sucking hard enough that I gasped. Another deep rumbling chuckle of satisfaction, then he soothed it with a slow gentle swirl of his tongue.

Dean didn’t stay gentle. He devoured me like I was his very last meal. This alpha knew exactly what he was doing. Every time I would let out a moan or a cry, he would follow it, giving me everything I needed and more.

If I thought he was a good kisser… it was nothing to the way this man could eat out his omega.

I was so distracted by how good it felt that I didn’t realize my orgasm was coming before it hit me. My legs clenched around him as my entire body tensed and back arched, bracing as waves of pure bliss washed through me.

He didn’t protest, and I couldn’t have released him if I wanted to. I was no longer in control.

His tongue teased me through the orgasm, stroking over my clit and fucking me after, setting a rhythm that had it going on forever until I couldn’t take another second.