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“I have a few ideas.”
“Show me,” he said. “I think I’ll die if you don’t.”
I wrapped my hand around him and I could feel his gaze. I ran my tongue up the underside of his cock, slow, tracing each line of steel on my way up, and he hissed. His thighs flexed beneath me.
I’d never done this. But I didn’t feel like I was fumbling in the dark. I felt like I’d been made to please him. I felt safe and confident even though I had no idea what I was doing.
“Fuck, Ru,” he breathed.
I loved the way my name sounded from him. When Rhett said it, it was a leash he tried to keep me on. When Ghost said it, it was a prayer.
Instead of answering, I closed my lips around his tip and tugged the ring with my teeth. His hips jerked, pushing himself a little deeper. And an explosion of victory filled me. I’d made him move. I did it again. Then I sank down, slow, taking him inch by inch, feeling each bar drag over my tongue. I couldn’t take him all the way, but I tried. When he pushed against the back of my throat, and my eyes watered, I stretched my tongue to reach as far as I could, but I couldn’t reach his knot. I wrapped my hand around the base, right where he swelled, and he swore.
“You’re my undoing,” he said, his voice strained.
I hummed around him and looked up.
“Good fucking girl. Breathe for me.”
I didn’t listen. I bobbed lower and he rolled his hips, slow, pushing deeper, then pulled back and let me gasp.
“Damn it, little lamb. I don’t want to hurt you. Let me help you,” he whined. The Alpha whined.
I squeezed his thigh and he nodded. “Breathe.” This time, I obeyed, and he did it again. He ground his hips, and I took him deeper. My jaw ached and my eyes streamed. Spit dripped down my chin, and his fingers rubbed it into my skin. I hummed and he froze, growling as my throat tightened around him.
“That’s it,” he panted, tangling his hand in my hair so he could hold me still as he fucked my throat. He swelled against my tongue, and his hand tightened on the back of my neck. Slick mixed with the blood beneath us. Then he pulled me off.
I gasped, lips swollen and wet. “Why’d you stop?”
“Because I’m about to come down your throat.”
“I thought that was the point.”
“Not this first time.” His voice dropped. “I want to feel you around my knot when I come.”
My whole body clenched. A rush of slick slid down my thighs, and another wave of heat rolled through me, so strong I whimpered.
“Would you like that?” he asked, and my pussy clenched and the care in his voice undid me.
“Yes, but…” I trailed off.
“What?” he asked.
“But I need you to take the lead,” I whispered.
“I was dying for you to ask.”
In one move I couldn’t track, I was on my back and he was over me, kneeling between my thighs. My heart slammed against my ribs as he lifted my leg, and kissed my calf. I swallowed as he pulled me closer, and those large fingers took their time sliding up my thigh into blood and slick. He leaned down, his lips tracing up my thigh slowly until he gripped my hips, and yanked me up like it was effortless. My legs hooked over his shoulders and his face disappeared beneath my skirt.
“Ghost…” I rasped.
He ran his nose up my core and I bucked as he inhaled. Oh. His wet tongue moved my underwear aside and then he closed his mouth over my soaking cunt.
I cried out, arching into him. Stubble scraped the insides of my thighs, but it was his tongue working miracles on my clit that made my eyes cross. He growled against me, low and rough, and the vibration rolled straight through my core. Under my skirt, the air was hot, heavy with honey and cherry and the dark smoke of him. He breathed me in like he’d been starving for it, groaning every time a fresh rush of slick hit his tongue. My legs shook, and I spread them wider. He took it, his tongue thrusting into my heat, tasting every inch of me like he was memorizing it.
Somewhere under my skirt, he’d pushed the mask up. The hard edge of it bumped my hip with every stroke of his thick tongue.
I reached for the hem of my skirt, but his hand caught my wrist and pressed it to the back of his head.
