I hadn’t learned much about her life yet, but considering her family, it made sense for her to be a virgin. That knowledge had me almost as nervous as her.
Standing up, my movement forced her to take a step back. My lips were even with her forehead and I ran my hands through her wet strands of hair. She whined, her body responding to mine in ways I never could have imagined.
I moved her toward the pullout couch, careful to grab her knife before we were out of sight of the desk. I put it beside the couch instead. “Lay back. If it’s new, I’d better make it special.”
“It already is,” she said.
“Extra special, then. Go on.”
THIRTEEN
KIARA
My pulse was between my legs.
Was that normal? I’d never had a pulse there before, throbbing in time with the beating of my heart. Slick made my thighs slide together with ease as I laid myself back on the couch, trying to pay attention to the arousal and not the nerves.
I’d never been touched before, or touched anyone else. There was no one I wanted to try it with. Even if there had been, having sex with someone would have been the equivalent of killing them. My father would find out. He always knew everything going on in his home.
“You’re going to have to spread your legs if you want me to touch you, dove.” Leighton’s voice was soft, urging me without demanding.
She wanted this as much as I did, and there was something thrilling about that.
Hesitantly, I parted my thighs the slightest bit, fighting the urge to look down. How did I look in this position?
“Spreadyour legs,” Leighton said again. “How am I supposed to fit between them like that?”
I flushed, gaze flitting to my knife. She was my security blanket, bringing me comfort even though I couldn’t use her on Leighton and would never dream to. “Why do you need to be between them?”
She grabbed the back of my knees and moved me on her own, shoving my legs apart just roughly enough that I moaned. Then she laid between my thighs, inhaling deeply. “This is why,” she said. “God, you smell good, and I bet you taste even better.”
“Taste?”
Leighton hummed, flicking her tongue out to swipe across my folds. “Yeah, you taste better than I could have imagined.”
The foreign sensation made my core tighten, but she’d taken it away so fast I didn’t know how to feel about it. I wanted her to do it again, but I wasn’t going to ask. It wasn’t like I knew the protocol.
“Have you ever come before, Kiara?”
I shook my head.
It had always seemed too risky. I’d had urges, been tempted to touch myself, especially in recent years. I never had. If Tobias had found me doing something like that…
He would have made fun of me for sure—he made jabs about everything from the colour of my hair, to my weight, to the way I walked. I got the sick sense he would have sent Jonathan to ‘tame’ me immediately if he’d caught me. That was a far bigger consequence than just being teased.
“You have no idea how much primal satisfaction it gives me to be your first.”
If it was on par with how much rage I’d felt over her having sex with Ambrose, I did understand.
Her tongue grazed my core again before I could tell her my theory, which was all the better.
There was more time to revel in it because she didn’t pull away. She kept lapping at me, practically drinking the slick I was producing. When her hands slid up my thighs, I moaned. Somehow even the twin sensations of her hands and her tongue were overwhelming. How did omegas have whole packs tending to them?
Leighton groaned against me, bringing her tongue up and swirling it around the little bud there.
I arched my back, shouting as my thighs threatened to squeeze Leighton to death. Despite her hands being right there, she didn’t stop me from clenching them around her ears, and I tried to release my legs. It was impossible with the tension building in my core. That part of me was a pleasure centre I hadn’t known existed.
My sexual education had been lacking, so I wasn’t surprised I didn’t know.
