Chapter 40
T he second we got back to our rental, Miles ushered us into the spacious bathroom and got the water running. Still damp from our time in the water, and barely clothed, I shivered from the air-conditioning. Miles pulled me close and I savored the warmth of his skin.
“Go as slow as you want, and don’t be afraid to hit the brakes,” I told him.
He chuckled. “Aren’t I supposed to be saying that to you?”
“I don’t think I’ve really hit the brakes for weeks. All my omega instincts are loving me getting railed regularly.” I stood on my toes and hooked my hands behind his neck, pulling him down for another kiss. He tasted like breathing on a mountaintop, or like when I used to chew peppermint gum on the walk to school in winter and inhaled what felt like pure ice. Hints of spruce and pine laced his scent, reminding me a bit of Amir, but without the sun-baked sweetness.
Miles got me under the hot spray, the dual showerheads making sure both of us were toasty.
“Are we getting naked during this shower or are we keeping the swimsuits on?”
Indecision flashed in his eyes for a half second before he reached around to tug at the knot holding on my top. “Fuck me, I tied this too tight.”
I giggled while he wrestled with the knot, letting him spin me around so he could unravel it with his teeth and then undo the knot holding it together at the back of my neck. I tossed the whole thing aside and spun back around to face him. His breathing was shallow, his pupils blown wide as he stared at me.
“You’re unfairly beautiful, you know that?”
“Starting to learn that, yeah. The pack is very good for my ego,” I said with a laugh.
Miles got to his knees and I felt rather like a goddess with a supplicant before me. I slid my fingers into his wet hair and pressed ever so slightly, just enough to let him know what I wanted without forcing him to do it. He followed the silent instruction, his hands sweeping around my waist and his mouth closing over my nipple. Electricity crackled from his tongue all the way down to my clit. I hadn’t even realized before the heat how much I liked their mouths on me like this. It hadn’t happened all that often before them.
I squirmed, panting and trying not to yank his hair. “Fuck, Miles.”
His fingers fanned over my back to press me closer, his tongue lapping at me like my skin was his first taste of food after starving. My clit throbbed, begging for friction when the best I could give it was a bit of pressure from squeezing my thighs together.
The second of relief as he switched to my other breast had my body shaking before the tension consumed me once more, and I rose on my toes. I dug my nails into his scalp, with pathetic, desperate sounds tumbling from my lips. If this was all he intended to give me tonight, I would savor every moment, even knowing I was likely to die of sexual frustration if he stopped.
Miles ever so slowly slid his hands down until his fingers curled into the strings holding my bikini bottom on. He tapped my back and I realized I’d been squeezing my eyes shut. When I opened them, the question was clear in his eyes.
“Please.”
He pulled the garment down with the utmost care, releasing my breast so he could make sure I stepped out of it without tripping. Both of my nipples were tight and dark pink, practically begging for more attention. He traced his fingers back up my legs and I shivered, waiting to see what he would do. His hands swept around to cup my bare ass and he pressed a kiss between my breasts and trailed further down. The shower was a steamy fog of candied apple and mountain air.
Miles rose to his feet and dipped down to kiss me. Without a word, he picked up one of the washcloths and lathered it up with soap, carefully scrubbing down my skin that had been covered in sweat and sunscreen and lake water. His eyes gleamed as he worked, thoroughly taking care of my soaped breasts before his fingers slid down my stomach to make sure the thatch of hair between my thighs was extra clean.
I clung to him to stay upright, rocking my hips against his fingers.
“I think I could get drunk on your scent alone. Maybe also on each of those delicious sounds you make.”
“Please. Miles, I need you.”
A low, delectable growl rumbled through him and had all of my nerves at attention. “How am I supposed to deny a request like that?”
I shucked his swim trunks to the floor and he stepped out of them with ease, letting me soap up my own hand and take hold of his cock.
“Fuck. Me,” he gasped out.
“I’m trying.”
His reactionary laugh immediately melted into a moan when I gave him a firm stroke.
“Wash up fast so we can work up an even better appetite for dinner.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
We both scrubbed down in record time, rushing through the shampoo and conditioner and making sure not a single ounce of Lake Mead remained on our skin. Then Miles scooped me up and carted me back to the bedroom while we dripped a trail behind us. My purr kicked on the moment he hovered over me and I locked my ankles behind him to pull him closer and feel the weight of his body.
“It’s not too fast?” he asked, droplets of water hanging on the tips of his hair as he stared down at me.
“If anything, it’s not fast enough. Take your time, though, if you need to.”
Miles laughed quietly. “I feel like you might burst if I actually took my time. I’ll go the speed you want for now, and I’ll take my time later when we’ve worn off the edge of your need.”
“What about your need?”
He kissed me, slow and deep, before smiling at me. “That’s going to be taken care of in about five seconds.”
I shifted to get into position, holding my breath as Miles lined up his cock. I’d been ready for him all day, slick practically dripping from me, my pussy eager to get an alpha inside me. This alpha in particular.
Miles fucked in slowly, easing every inch and watching my reaction the entire time. Keeping eye contact with him was a struggle when all I wanted to do was close my eyes and throw my head back. He was just a touch thicker than the others, stretching me so perfectly. I adjusted quickly with a fresh surge of slick, my heels pushing against his ass to encourage him to keep going.
This time when he kissed me, it was a dazed tangle of tongues.
“I knew the moment I felt you it was all over for me,” he whispered against my lips. His smile was soft when he got far away enough for me to see it. “You’re going to have to let me move if you want me to fuck you.”
With a whimper I adjusted my legs so they were around his waist instead of keeping him exactly where he was.
“That’s my good girl.”
His next thrust had me seeing stars. Like a treasure hunt, Miles’s cock sought out each spot that would send me over the edge, every drag and thrust unraveling me until I could hardly think and barely breathe with how hard I was shaking.
“How am I supposed to last onstage when you feel this fucking spectacular?”
Then his teeth were on my throat and I erupted. My vision slid to black as Miles kicked off my orgasm, overwhelming sparks of sensation triggering like dominoes tipping over. His hips stuttered and he fucked deep, holding still to wait out the wave. My pussy clenched on him so hard it was probably for the best not to try to move.
“Knot?” I asked between gasping breaths when I finally started to surface.
“All in good time,” Miles promised.
I moaned when he pulled back, feeling every inch of his cock leaving my body. “No.” I tried to keep him where he was, but my legs felt like they were made of jelly.
“I’m just changing positions. I noticed something in this room that will be extra fun for both of us.”
Miles rearranged me and I found myself face-to-face with my own reflection.
“I did tell you I was a fan of watching,” he said, another soft smile gracing his lips. “No reason I can’t enjoy having you and watching you at the same time.”
He pulled me up so my back was to his chest, his hands snaking up my body to cup my breasts. My lips parted in a quiet gasp when he teased my nipples.
“Perfection,” Miles purred in my ear. “Look at that beautiful face, losing yourself to pleasure.” Miles took his sweet time exploring my skin, at least until he noticed the slick dripping down my thighs. “All that for me?”
“Yes,” I whined.
One hand moved up while the other descended, his fingers carefully cradling my throat to keep me looking at the reflection while he slid through my folds to rub circles on my clit. My eyes were so wide, looking back at me. I had never watched myself before, and it was hotter than I’d expected. Miles looked wildly smug and satisfied as he coaxed more pitiful sounds out of me with his slow teasing.
“Miles, I want you to fuck me.”
“I will. Let me play with you first.”
I whimpered when he slid one finger inside me. It wasn’t nearly enough and I rocked helplessly against his hand, seeking more than he was willing to give me right now.
“I’ve seen you desperate,” he said roughly in my ear, “but having you desperate for me is a whole new sort of pleasure. Do you know how jealous I was, watching my pack have you?”
“You could have, fuck—” I broke off when he added another finger. “You could’ve had me anytime, Miles.”
“Not during your heat. Damn near killed me when you asked for me, and I couldn’t do a fucking thing about it.”
“I wanted you then, and I want you now. Please .”
“So impatient,” he chided.
Miles kissed his way from my shoulder, up my throat and down the other side, pausing every so often to scrape his teeth over my skin until I was half-delirious. Every inch of my skin was flushed pink with need, and still he took his time. I couldn’t quite decide if this drawn-out rise was better or worse than if he had taken me to the edge and stopped.
“Now, I’ve seen what your face looks like when you take my cock like the perfect omega you are. This time you’re going to see it too.”
He settled onto his knees and drew me back. I watched the mirror with rapt attention as his cock disappeared into me. My eyes fluttered half-closed, my shaking obvious in the reflection, and my mouth dropped open to pull in the air I needed to stay afloat.
“That’s it, sweetheart. You were such a good, patient girl. Present for me.”
Something in my instinctive brain clicked and I slid straight off his cock to tip forward, lifting my ass in the air. Half my face was buried in the blanket, with just enough visible to watch the mirror and see the way his face lit up with feral desire as he fucked straight back into me. I could see the indents in my hips his fingers made from how tightly he held me and I watched, fascinated, by the way he moved until it was all simply too much.
Miles fucked me until my eyes crossed, and nothing in the world mattered except for the glide of him and the impact of his hips striking mine. His fingers brushed over my clit and I was lost to the void, screaming into the blankets as I tumbled over the edge, and Miles buried himself to the hilt, his knot stealing every thought in my head.