I smirked. “I keep my wits about me a lot better than you, dove. I’ll keep myself as neat as possible.”
She flushed and squirmed, but brought one hand around to brush her fingers across my folds. The touch was featherlight and hesitant, but I groaned all the same. Her scent was almost enough to get me off all on its own. I never thought I would have such a strong reaction to an omega.
“I’m not sure if I know how,” she admitted quietly. “Isn’t it easier to make you come with my tongue?”
I cupped her cheek in my hand and brushed her with my scent. Both of us made little sounds of pleasure. We would eliminate every other scent in here by the time we were done.
“You’ve been a quick learner so far.”
“I mean… I haven’t done much. It’s mainly been people doing things to me.”
Shrugging, I brought my free hand down to guide hers. Together we put a firm pressure on my clit and I rolled my hips, grinding against our fingers.
She watched in barely constrained awe. “This feels like cheating. You’re still doing all the work.”
“There’s no such thing as cheating at sex, dove. We’ll both come at the end. How we get there isn’t important.”
Her lip pulled between her teeth. Almost all the gloss was gone by now, her nerves keeping her fidgety. She was about to comment about it again—I could tell. I didn’t give her a chance. My lips pressed to hers, which parted immediately to give me entrance.
She tasted sweet, like coconut with a hint of alcoholic bite. The coconut martini I’d ordered her was a perfect compliment to her scent.
Kiara went limp with desire, moaning against me, but my hand on hers gave me a solid surface to ride. It wasn’t going to take long for me to come like this. She had no need to be worried.
“I should—” she gasped against my lips, but I cut her off.
“Stop talking.”
The forceful command hung in the air for a second before dropping. Most omegas might have been angry at me using the dark bond to boss them around in the bedroom, but not her.
Her pupils were so blown out they almost engulfed the blue of her irises. A low keening sound came from deep in her chest and she tried to buck her hips, in desperate search of friction.
“You should do what I tell you,” I murmured. “Keep your hand right here.” I squeezed it for emphasis. “And let me come for you.”
All complaints had left her—finally. She tilted her head back and parted her lips, waiting for me to kiss her. There were hints of my red lipstick on her, but they’d be easy to tidy up.
Connecting us again, I worked myself up until her fingers were sliding through my folds in the mess of my juices. There would be a wet spot on her skirt, for sure.
“Are you going to come?” Kiara asked desperately, barely breaking the kiss. “Am I doing it right?”
I groaned. “Fuck, dove, there’s no way for you to do it wrong. Slide a finger inside me, all the way, and curl it towards you.”
I released her hand, stroking my clit myself as she did as I’d asked. My eyes were crossing with the orgasm before she managed to find my g-spot, so when she curled her finger like I’d asked…
“Fuck, Kiara.”
My hips didn’t stop moving until the last dredges of the orgasm had washed over me, nearly taking me into fucking unconsciousness. Her scent did things to me that I never could have anticipated. It made every orgasm with her earth-shattering.
“Alpha.” Kiara’s whine was the only thing that pulled me out of the post orgasmic haze.
She still needed me. Desperately.
“I got you,” I purred, sliding off her lap. “Come.”
The chaise lounge beside the couch was large enough for me to lay down on, and there was still room for her to straddle my head. I moved and positioned her trembling body until she was exactly where I wanted her. Layers of tulle covered me, obscuring my view of everything, including the task at hand.
It didn’t matter, because I already knew her pussy like the back of my hand.
I was obsessed with her, and it was too early to say it back, but I was probably in love with her too.
