Shutting off the light, I stripped down to just my boxer briefs and got under the covers. I hugged the white blanket close, like some sort of stuffed animal and closed my eyes.
Chapter 48
SKYE
Icouldn’tsleep.Myinner omega was wide awake and needy. The base of my neck tingled from the fresh bite Rowan had given me and my heart was leaping with want. Deep within, my core fluttered and yearned. I wanted the powerful taste of cloves on my tongue. I wanted…
I threw back my blankets and got out of my nest. I crossed the hall and ended up in front of Rowan’s door.
The door was open about halfway, like an invitation, or an expectation. I stood and listened to the darkness inside. I didn’t hear snoring. The room already smelled like him, which made me bite back a whimper.
Breathing deep, I stepped into the room, closing the door silently behind me. Moonlight shone through the naked window,giving enough light to see by. I walked past a sleeping Tracker at the foot of the bed, picked up the comforter, and slid underneath, against Rowan’s body. The closer I got to him, the emptier I felt.
He opened his eyes and looked at me, almost like he had been waiting for me. I caught his gaze and held it. The moment was thick and sweet like honey. I ran my tongue along my lips.
A shiver ran through our new bond. Rowan was nervous, I could sense it. In an attempt to make him feel understood, I said, “I’ve only ever been with my alphas.”
“I haven’t been with anyone since Indigo,” Rowan admitted. “We don’t have to do anything.” He put a palm against my face, his thumb following the curve of my cheekbone. “We haven’t even kissed.”
I took his face in my hands and sunk into him, my mouth and the soft tip of my tongue finding his lips. When we touched, I breathed in his cloves and tasted his mellowness. His hands went to my back and his tongue slid against mine. I had wanted to kiss him for weeks but didn’t dare. Not until now, when the time finally felt right.
My fingertips traced down his naked chest, between his pecs and down his six pack, and my breathing quickened. I found the band of his boxer briefs, his bulge brushing against my wrist, summoning my slick. I brought my leg up, hooked it around his hip, and pressed my dampening sex against his own hardening arousal, silently cursing the layers between us.
Rowan, encouraged by my signal, cupped my ass in his hands and turned onto his back, bringing me with him. I straddled him comfortably, his hard dick a new and pleasant contour under me. I leaned in and kissed him again, grinding into him. He moaned and squeezed my ass. My slick seeped through my ultra-soft pajama bottoms and left a dark imprint on his underwear. He arched his hips up and I ground harder. My eager heartslammed against my ribcage, like trying to escape a prison and reach him. I pulled off my shirt and tossed it away. He looked up at me, naked, my skin silver in the moonlight, my scar a faint line running down the middle of me.
He sat up and kissed my chest, right where my scar began, just above my cleavage. His lips, his tongue, were reverent and dedicated, like a follower in worship. He was the first person I'd let touch my scar like this, with such love and longing. My heart was his.
Cupping my breasts in his hands and delicately massaging them, Rowan continued to dote on the lacy shiny flesh of my scar and his attention made me grow more and more aroused by the moment. Somehow, he made me see the beauty in my broken body.
We shifted and then I was on my back, with Rowan on top of me. His necklace, the little totem filled with clovers dangled from around his neck. I gasped as it brushed me between my breasts, leaving a cool kiss over my heart. It was like she was there with us, between us. The necklace crept lower and lower as Rowan planted kisses down my body, his hands slowly working my pants off.
The necklace rested on my pelvis and I watched Rowan as he took in the scent of my deep, uncontained arousal before licking me. I clutched the soft, full pillow under my head and surrendered to my new alpha’s skillful attention.
He was so good at this. His tongue traced every curve and lapped at the dark pink shadows hidden between my legs, tasting parts of me he had to work to discover. I was a writhing mass on the bed, legs parted to give him plenty of room, his head palmed in my hands to keep him close. I pussy pulsed and twitched around his tongue. I jumped as his lips closed on my clit and he sucked slick like dew off a flower petal. I was his prey, his sustenance and I loved every second of it.
Rowan broke away to speak and I moaned in disappointment that the attention stopped. He kissed my inner thigh and I fought to focus on what he was saying.
“Think I can make you come like this?”
“Try,” I breathed. “Please try.”
He grinned and ventured back down, his mouth working faster now, and my fists crushing the stuffing in the pillows until it was completely misshapen and would need a good fluffing to get comfortable again.
I felt weightless except for all the power gathered in the strength of my pounding heart. Every inch of me tingled and yearned for release. I was scorching hot all over, except for the small shard of cold at my pelvis where Rowan’s pendant lay.
Then, Rowan touch me oh so perfectly and I came completely unraveled. His tender attention broke me apart in the most beautiful way, familiar but new, and fireworks exploded beneath my eyelids. He lapped up the slick that ran from my quivering pussy and swallowed me down all through my climax, helping me ride through the waves of ecstasy.
After some time, I don’t know how long, I came back to most of my senses. The latent shimmer of pleasure was still popping on the surface of my skin as I moved.
“Are you alright?” We both asked each other at the same time, then answered with soft laughter. I smoothed my hand over his head.
“Are you alright?” I asked again, quietly, searching his eyes.
“I’m good,” he answered with tender reassurance, then planted kisses up my torso.
I let him, tiny hums escaping my throat as he did. His mouth graced my scar, he nuzzled between my breasts, until he pillowed himself on my chest and listened to the strong rhythm inside my ribs. We could have fallen asleep like that. We almost did. A smile played on my lips and I shifted beneath him.
“My turn,” I purred, rolling over so Rowan was on his back. His curious gaze locked on mine, I crept down his body and pulled down his underwear, unleashing his still hard cock. I ran my tongue along my lips and took hold of him. He felt so good in my hand.
