37. Aegean Wallflower – Meaning Bliss Bonds of affection Enduring beauty Natural beauty
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AEGEAN WALLFLOWER
(GILLYFLOWER, GOLDLACK, REVENELLE, VIOLACCIOCCA)
MEANING: BLISS; BONDS OF AFFECTION; ENDURING BEAUTY; NATURAL BEAUTY
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T here were few things I loved more than watching Ocean come out of her shell. Because that shell didn’t belong to her. It had been forced on her. Needed to protect the gentle, soft-hearted person she was.
But as she let it drop away, her sweetness drew people to her. She was funny and clever, and even though she wasn’t outspoken, she was charming everyone at the party. I watched her from a small distance while she spoke with Clarissa Winters. The actress she’d been jealous of. Now it seemed they were fast friends.
The three of us had seen some looks at Ocean, from a distance, and I marked those people in my head if I knew them. It wasn’t only about protecting my Omega. It was that people who would judge her purely based on appearance weren’t the kind of people we wanted to associate with.
I didn’t understand the stigma to begin with, considering I loved Ocean’s body and the way it curved. The way it hugged me. Moved with me. Its softness.
Fuck, I needed to stop that train of thought or I was going to cut the party short with her.
Well…
Glancing at my phone, I looked at the time. It had been a couple of hours. More than enough time to have mingled. If Ocean was game, there was a whole trunk of toys waiting for us back in our suite. Micah and Everett could keep the party going and entertain the guests.
If I didn’t have my hands on her soon, I was going to go mad. I kept getting little flickers of her scent through the room. Like fireworks in my senses, drawing my gaze always back to her. Each time I caught even the slightest breath, my reaction was the same.
Mine .
She was mine.
My wife.
My Omega.
My forever.
Clarissa put a hand on Ocean’s shoulder as her date approached, and she gave a little wave. Good. They were leaving. This was my chance while she was alone. Before someone else could be charmed by her.
I wrapped my arms around her from behind. “How are you, sweetheart?”
“I’m good. A little tired, but good.”
“Too tired for me to take you back to the suite and how much I can make you moan with my tongue?”
She froze, then melted, a wave of sharp perfume enveloping us. “No, I’m not too tired for that.”
“Good.” I spun her in my arms. “Because as beautiful as this dress is, it currently deserves to be in a pile on the floor.”
Ocean smiled, her entire face lighting up. “I’m going to tell Micah you said that.”
“In this case, even though he’s proud of his work, I think Micah would agree with me.”
I loved the way her arms slid around me and locked behind my lower back. The fact that she was holding me in public and not looking at anyone else or worrying about what anyone might think, I was so fucking proud of her.
“Are they coming too?”
Giving her a subtle wink, I smirked. “I thought we’d let them keep rubbing shoulders with everyone at the party so I can steal you away for myself. Trust me,” I whispered. “They’ll be so jealous later they’ll take it out on you. In only good ways.”
Narrowing her eyes, she stared at me, expression feisty. Like she was deciding whether I was telling the truth. “They won’t be mad?”
There was no way to stop myself from kissing her. Thank fuck the room was loud enough to swallow her whimper, because I knew she wouldn’t want anyone to hear her. “No, sweetheart. They won’t be mad. Just like I won’t be mad when they steal you away from me.”
Her blush was so pretty. “Okay.”
“Okay.”
Before anyone else could approach us, I grabbed her hand and ducked for the interior entrance to the hotel. No need to go outside and face the press again. She’d already been an absolute badass today, and now she deserved a reward.
The suite was completely empty now, except for our bags. It was beautiful, but I only had eyes for her. “I’m tempted to tear the dress off you.”
Ocean gasped. “Don’t do that. It’s too pretty for that.”
I laughed, but obliged, spinning her and unzipping the back when we reached the door to the bedroom, leaving her only in the lace underwear beneath, and her high heels. The lace was the same rich color as the gown, and it complemented her tan skin. Made it richer. Fuck.
Part of me wanted to do an entire marketing campaign with her and all the photos of her in lace because she was so beautiful, and the other, possessive part of me didn’t want anyone but the three of us to see her ever again because she was ours .
Backing her to the enormous bed, I pressed her back until she was beneath me in nothing but lace while I was still fully dressed. We would be skin on skin soon enough. First, I needed my fill.
The last time I’d tasted her was now days ago, and that was too long.
“You have a favorite toy, wife?”
“Why?”
I hooked my fingers in the waistband of her underwear and drew them down her legs. “Because I want you to think about what I might use on you. As soon as you come all over my tongue.”
“We don’t have to use those.”
Chuckling, I sank to my knees at the edge of them. “We might as well. Since I had them delivered to the room for all of us.”
“Really?” Her breathy voice floated to me. I couldn’t see her face now. “I thought it was like, something all the guests received.”
“They got something. But they didn’t get everything .”
That was enough talking. I slid my hands up her thighs and consumed my wife. The little gasp for breath told me everything. She wasn’t used to owning her pleasure or allowing it to show, but that didn’t mean she didn’t feel it.
However long it took for her to bloom into the curiosity she had and let her personality shine as much during sex as it did during everything else, I didn’t care. Because there was literally no better taste on earth than her.
So many layers to her scent and flavor, and it all made sense. In the days leading up to the wedding, when all I wanted was to be closer to her, I looked up orchids. They could smell like anything from sugar to lemons to chocolate to that pure, sweet floral that was in its own league entirely. And every lick into her was another unfurling petal of her, overwhelming my senses.
I needed more. Gripping her hips, I slid my shoulders beneath her legs and pulled her closer, burying my face in her pussy. She liked when I traced her clit with my tongue and then added suction, so I did it until her hips were lifting off the bed and she was dripping . All for me.
My groan wrenched out of me as I fucked her with my tongue, unwilling to miss a single drop that could be mine. “I love it when your cunt weeps for me,” I whispered the words against her skin. “I need to have you above me so I can just drink from you.”
The only response I got was a moan, and I smiled. Her hands fisted in the silky comforter, thighs beginning to shake with her effort to keep them still. Because she was still worried.
“Let go, sweetheart.”
I felt her shudder, and then I tasted her orgasm. Drank it down. Didn’t release her until her hips were writhing in the aftermath. All I wanted was more.
More, more, more.
Making sure she was supported on the bed, I stripped my tuxedo off while she watched with dazed, pleasured eyes. “Careful, wife. I might get used to you looking at me like that.”
“You look like that.” She gestured, her arm falling limply to the bed. “Bet your ass I’m going to look at you.”
I laughed before bracing myself above her and stripping her of the last of the lace. “You think of your favorite?”
“Depends on what you’re planning for it,” she said. Ocean’s eyes sparkled with fire that I never wanted to leave her eyes.
“I’ll let you guess,” I said, kissing her softly. “But choose, or I’ll choose for you and have you at my mercy.”
Her pupils, already blown wide with pleasure, grew more. The tremble in her breath was like a melody. Every little sign she gave me, I was beginning to read like sheet music, and I was happy to be the conductor.
She swallowed. “You choose.”
I winked. “You got it, sweetheart.”