Kiara didn’t hesitate to strip her panties and settle her pussy down over my face, drenching me with her slick. I was wrong—there was no way I was going to come out of this without looking like a fucking mess.
Since I was going to be messy regardless, I might as well make it worth my while.
For her first orgasm, I only used my tongue. She rode it to completion within a minute, crying out my name as she reached her peak.
The second, I plunged one finger into her tight hole, curling it like I’d instructed her to do to me. When she came that time, she tried to lift off me.
I grabbed her thighs and held her down, lapping at her oversensitive clit. “Leighton—”
Her complaint cut off with a moan, her pleasure flooding through our bond. It was so easy to make her come. I couldn’t come three times in a row without a break, but she only took five minutes to scream her way to another orgasm.
We’d been in this room for far too long. Fifteen minutes? Twenty? But there were still hints of beta scents in here, hiding beneath the hazy layer of coconut chocolate.
Plus, I knew if I could feel her pleasure through the bond… so could Dash.
And wasn’t that the perfect torture for him?
She squirmed above me, trying to shake off my grip. I kissed her inner thighs, one at a time. “Are you going to let me up?” she asked, her voice a mere wisp of sound.
“No. You’re going to come again.”
Her little gasp was adorable. “No way.”
“Yes. You’re an omega, and I think you’re close to heat… Aren’t you?”
She shifted, and I imagined she was wringing her hands together, her lip pulled between her teeth again. “Um, I think so.”
There were implications to that being the case, but now wasn’t the time to think about them. “One more orgasm will take the edge off, then.”
It may actually make it worse and push her closer. It was probably safer to leave her be, but I couldn’t.
Kiara’s slick was like a drug, begging me to keep going, continuing to taste her. Her emotions were a drug too, the heavy pleasure with a single thread of nervousness through it all.
My tongue slid along her slit from her clit all the way back until it was rimming her ass. She yelped, panic flowing through the bond with enough potency that I pulled back.
“Do you not like it?” I asked, squeezing her thighs in what I hoped was a comforting manner.
“No—I mean, yes, but… What are you doing?”
I grinned, wishing I could see her face.
I hadn’t thought about it, but it made sense if she hadn’t known this was an option. Her childhood had been sheltered, and I was her first for everything, except the firsts Dash had stolen.
“If you like it, I’ll show you what I’m doing.”
“I—”
Her body jolted and she let out a short scream when the door flew open. I tensed beneath her, but it was short-lived, because a hint of spring rain and peaches filtered through the haze of her scent.
He really didn’t know how to listen, did he? I’d been taunting him on purpose, but he should have known to have some restraint. People would talk now that he’d followed us down this hallway. People were already talking enough.
“Dash…” Kiara’s whimper was almost quiet enough I didn’t hear it beneath the layers of her dress. “You had other women in here.”
Her accusation had me growling my shared annoyance, but then I turned my attention back to her. Now that he was here, he’d get more torture—he could barely see any of her with the dress in the way. He could taste her pleasure in the air, though.
My tongue circled her asshole, knowing I would feel it if she truly didn’t enjoy it.
She loved it, letting out a moan as Dash’s footsteps brought him closer.
