I cup her cheek, feeling her warmth. She meets me halfway when I lean in, lips soft against mine. The kiss starts gentle but deepens as she opens for me. Coffee and cinnamon on her tongue.
My hands find the hem of the borrowed shirt she's wearing, slipping underneath. She shivers at the touch, arching into my palms. I keep it light, letting her set the pace.
The others watch with varying intensity. Darren's moved to the armchair. Dmitri by the window. Zayn sprawled at the foot of the bed. Aidan cross-legged on the floor. They're all watching, all intent on her every movement and breath.
Their presence adds heat. Lexie draws energy from their attention, responses growing bolder.
I pull back to check in. "You good, beautiful?"
"Very good." Her voice is so rough with want. "More. Please."
I capture her mouth again, more demand this time. My hands explore higher, cupping the underside of her breasts. She makes a sound that goes straight to my cock.
I help her remove the shirt. She's bare underneath, skin flushed pink. "Absolutely perfect," I whisper.
I shape her soft breasts to my hands, watching her face as my thumbs brush her nipples. She gasps, eyes fluttering before meeting mine again.
"So you're sensitive there," I note, repeating the touch. "I'll remember that."
I lower my head, taking one peak in my mouth. She tastes clean and warm. Her hands find my hair, holding me close as I work her with lips and teeth and tongue. My other hand keeps her other breast occupied, rolling the nipple between my fingers.
I switch sides, using teeth this time. She arches with a breathy "oh."
Zayn shifts, adjusting himself. My packmates getting hard watching me pleasure our mate adds another layer to the whole experience. One I decide I want to repeat every single night, forever.
I trail kisses down her stomach, tongue dipping into her navel. Her hands loosen in my hair, letting me explore.
"Lie back," I murmur against her skin.
She settles into the pillows, hair spread around her. I continue mapping her body, cataloging responses. The spotbelow her ear that makes her gasp. The curve of her hip that makes her squirm. The inside of her thigh that makes her legs fall open.
By the time I settle between her thighs, she's panting. I look up for permission.
"Please," she whispers. "I want your mouth again."
I breathe her in, arousal mixed with satisfaction from earlier. She's already wet, pink and swollen. My cock throbs, demanding attention I ignore at the memory of tasting her last night. Too briefly for my liking. But right now, she's all mine. No contest, no switching off to the others.
As captain, I'm used to putting the others first, but this woman makes me want to be selfish.
I start with broad strokes of my tongue, learning her taste. She jerks at the first touch of my tongue to her clit. I explore thoroughly, alternating pressure and rhythm based on her responses. When she's trembling, I slide one finger inside.
Tight. Wet. Perfect.
"More," she gasps, hips lifting.
I add a second finger, stretching gently while my tongue works her clit. I curl my fingers, searching, and know I've found it when she cries out.
"There. Right there, don't stop."
I maintain the rhythm, fingers stroking that spot while my tongue circles her clit. She's close, body tensing.
"I'm close," she warns. "So close."
"Let go," I growl against her. "Let us see you come."
She shatters with a cry, clenching around my fingers. I work her through it until she pushes at my shoulder, oversensitive.
I press a kiss to her thigh before moving up beside her. Her eyes are closed, chest heaving. When they open, satisfaction glows there.
