“Only if I get to keep yours.” He wriggles closer, our legs tangling as he slides his hand under my nightgown. “I’m trying to behave, but I can smell your puddle merging with mine, and it’s fucking hot.”
I both laugh and cringe at the same time. “We could be in real trouble without a knot to plug us up.”
He waggles his brows at me. “Knots are great, but nothing beats a tongue for flexibility.”
“That sounds like something we should put on a t-shirt… Oh,wow.”
He’s moving before my eyelashes have fluttered closed, his lips kissing their way down my torso as he fits himself snugly between my trembling thighs. “So pretty,” he hums, rubbing the silk of my gown against my mound. “Did you make this yourself, Ms. Valentine?”
“It’s Dior,” I manage to choke out as he swaps his thumb for his tongue, lapping at the fabric molded to my sticky body. “About the only thing of value Lee didn’t take.”
Dash lifts his head, but instead of pity, the heat in his gaze burns all the way to my toes. “Don’t think about that scumbag, Kate. You’re mine now. He doesn’t get to live in your head for another second.”
I moan, more than happy to banish my ex to oblivion. Especially because Dash has pushed my nightgown above my waist, his eyes glittering with approval to find me bare. “So ready for me,” he croons, dipping down to lap hungrily at my wet seam. “I want to suck your pretty bud until the only name on your tongue is mine.”
“Yes, Dash,” I pant obediently, my thighs straining wider as he rolls his thumb over my slippery clit. “Please, I want your mouth.”
“It’s all yours,” he murmurs, and proceeds to lavish me with his full attention. If I thought his treatment of my scent glandwas toe-curling, it’s nothing on the way he worships my clit. One hand is holding my thigh open while the other slides between my thighs. Two fingers swirl through my folds, rubbing my walls, while his thumb joins his tongue on my clit. It’s an assault of the most delicious kind, and I sink my fingers into his hair as I rock hungrily against his hand. No one has ever brought me to a peak so fast, and when he brushes against a particularly sensitive spot, I clench so hard, he hums. “That’s it, Omega. Milk my fingers until you fill my mouth with your cum.”
I’m helpless against his dirty talk, the next swipe of his tongue sending shockwaves through my fluttering channel. Pleasure crashes over me, and I come so hard I nearly black out.
“Delicious,” Dash purrs as he drinks down my release. Every swipe of his tongue sends another ripple of pleasure through me, but the moment his mouth leaves my pussy, I sit up and press him into the mattress. His glazed eyes look startled for a moment, but when I swing a leg over his hips, he bites his lip. “You don’t have to, Kate…”
But I’m already rubbing my swollen pussy against his hot shaft. “I want it. I want to come again when you’re deep inside me.”
“My perfect omega,” he groans, his hands gripping tightly to my waist.
His words send a different kind of pleasure through me. I’m far from perfect, but in his eyes I’m exactly what he wants, and he’s more than I ever dreamed I could have.
I lean down and lick his chest, teasing his nipples. They’re almost as sweet as his scent gland, and I get lost in the sounds I pull from his body as I greedily suck them. When the peaks are swollen and sensitive, I scoot back, tracing each of his ribs with my tongue. His hands rest gently on my head, but I feel them curl through my hair as I lick around his navel and over his abs.His skin is silky smooth, but every muscle is tightly carved, and I purr as I lap at the defined ridges.
“Kate, you’re driving me crazy.”
I smirk as he writhes under me. “It’s only fair that I get a taste, too.”
He groans as I shift my attention to his cock, as smooth as his abs and twice as hard. The shaft throbs in my hand, and as I chase a bead of pre-cum across his crown, floral tea explodes on my tongue. I take another taste, sucking the plump head between my lips, and it’s as if all the muskiness of an alpha has been distilled down and mixed with the sweetness of honey.
It’s addictive, and I wantmore.
I don’t hold back, lavishing his most sensitive parts with all the attention he bestowed on me. Every moan and hiss I wring out of him sends another wave of pleasure through me. It’s an intoxicating feeling, and when he eases me back, I look up at him with a grin. “I was right. So. Many. Wasted. Kisses.”
“Fuck, give me that sweet mouth, Omega.”
He pulls me up into a hungry kiss, and we groan as we taste each other on our tongues. To my relief, there’s no bitterness, only sweetness and the tang of spice from our combined slick. Our hands are everywhere, and as we writhe against each other, my nightgown is pulled off and cast aside. The first full contact of our skin blows his pupils wide, and I rise above him, watching his face as I slowly sink onto his shaft. He sucks in his breath, his mouth slack with need as I take him all the way inside me. “So tight, Omega. So beautiful and wet for me.”
I moan my agreement. We might be built to take a knot, but there’s nothing missing as I move slowly over him. We fit as if we’re two parts of the same person, and as our hands slide together, clutching tight, everything else fades away. My doubts. My fears. The empty ache in my chest where my needs and desires have hidden for so long.
I drop my head back, his name falling from my lips as I soak up every sensation.
“Look at you,” Dash breathes as he squeezes my hip, his other hand toying with my swollen clit. “A goddess, worshipping my cock.”
“Yes,” I moan, clenching around him. “You’re so deep.”
He grunts and digs his heels into the mattress, thrusting all the way to the hilt. “Do you feel that? My cock is making a nest inside you.”
I arch my back, feeling the throb of his desire as we grind together. Neither of us is going to last very long, and I open my eyes, wanting to watch his pleasure overtake him. “I’m yours and you’re mine,” I murmur, and if it’s an echo of the bonding words I once spoke to another man, I refuse to let that broken vow live in my head a moment more.
Dash’s dancer hips start to roll and snap, and he groans as I tilt my hips for a deeper angle. Sparks shoot down my spine, the flush of bliss uncoiling in my belly. “I’m so close, Dash. Don’t stop.”
