Chapter 7 #2
His bare cock brushes across my stomach and I gasp.
It flexes in response, and I’m filled with images of his knot—the base expanding, my lips on it, worshipping it.
Our scents have always suggested we’re fated, but if he can knot me in heat that’ll confirm it.
An alpha can only knot their fated mate.
I want so fucking bad to taste his knot.
“Whatever you’re thinking about …” he murmurs against my lips, and I pull back, mortified. Leo tugs me in. His lashes catch water droplets, his eyes crinkling at the corners with his small, cocky smile. “Please don’t stop.”
I can’t help it, I snort a laugh and lean up to kiss him.
His hands slip down to my ass, stroking my glutes, squeezing until I shove my hips forward. He rocks his cock up and down my stomach, groaning into my mouth.
As he kneads my ass, I press back into his touch.
I’d do anything to get his fingers inside me, but he’s carefully keeping his hands on my ass cheeks.
His tongue plunges into my mouth in time with his cock rubbing off against my stomach, his slick skin sliding against my erection.
I meet him, hoping the way I’m tangling my tongue with his communicates how badly I need him inside me.
He breaks the kiss and I sway forward for more. He kisses me hard before pulling away. I whine, unable to stop myself, then blink water out of my eyes and look up at him.
He’s smiling, but he’s panting too much to convince anyone he’s feeling amused.
“Turn around,” he says, voice rough. “Hands on the tiles.”
My stomach somersaults and slick gushes out of me. He said he’d do anything but fuck me. But maybe he’s changed his mind. I hope he’s changed his mind. His hands on my hips turn me as I rush to comply.
A gentle kiss brushes over my nape, and his cock slides up my back as his hands squeeze my hips. I drop my forehead against the tiles and pant.
Please, please, please fuck me, I want to beg.
Before I can, his warmth disappears, but his hands don’t.
I glance over my shoulder. He’s on his knees, big palms kneading my ass. Water sprays over his face as he blinks up at me. An alpha on his knees, for me. This alpha. I’m going to come from the sight of it.
“Okay?” he asks, his voice gravel. He leans in, thumbs spreading me open, intention clear.
“Fuck me,” I whisper. “Yes.”
He presses his tongue to my hole and I convulse, slick pouring out of me and my dick flexing against my stomach. His moan is a vibration through my core as he presses closer and slides his tongue inside.
“Leo,” I say on a moan as I shudder. His tongue slides in and out slowly, agonisingly slowly.
I squeeze my eyes shut, drop my head on the tile with a crack, and try to hold out.
His fingers continue to knead my ass as he speeds up, and his groaning is continuous, radiating up my spine.
I pant against the tiles, the steam and my breath fogging the chipped pieces.
I lift my head and look over my shoulder. He opens his eyes to meet mine, and fucks into me with more force. His cock is throbbing, nestled in coarse hair between powerful thighs. The thought of sinking down on it sends me over the edge.
A moan, a real fucking moan tears out of my throat as my hole clenches around his tongue.
My dick kicks and paints my stomach, the tiles …
It’s a full-body orgasm from both sides, something I’ve never done outside of heat.
I rarely come with clients. There’s the occasional john who gets off on getting the omega off, and I’ve come with them, but not like this.
I feel this from my toes to my groin to my chest to my throat.
Leo tongue fucks me through it, growling as he assaults my hole and clenches my ass cheeks hard enough to bruise.
I’d collapse once I finish, except Leo surges to his feet and wraps me in his arms. His cock is a hard line pressed against my back. I try to catch my breath. I want to get my mouth on him.
No, I need to get my mouth on him. He’s kissing my neck, the side of my face, his breathing harsh as he thrusts against my spine.
“Let me,” I manage and try to turn in his hold.
His teeth graze my earlobe. “No, please let me, baby.”
A shudder rips through me at the endearment, but I can do better than letting him rub off on me.
“No, I want …” I say breathlessly and wriggle in his hold.
He lets me turn around, but his arms come up and bracket the wall, caging me in.
Before I can slide to my knees, he’s dipping down and taking my mouth in a kiss.
I can taste myself, and for the first time, it’s not disgusting.
It mingles with him, with his overwhelming scent of desire, of urgency, of him.
I reach down and take him in my hand. Leo breaks the kiss with a sharp inhale, and the weight of him makes another pulse of slick flow out of me. I look down and stroke, marvelling at the length, the warmth, the feel of the veins and the way he’s pulsing in my hand.
Leo groans and kisses my forehead, my temple, my throat—erratic, desperate kisses as I caress him, explore him. This is not enough to get him there. At least, that’s been my experience. Alphas need more pressure, more speed.
But Leo is letting me do it. Small thrusts of his hips chasing more like he can’t help himself, except he’s not demanding more, he’s not shoving me down.
I need more. I need to taste him too.
I drop to my knees.
“Addie.” He breathes out my name, his cock straining beside my face.
I lean forward and lick the precome off the tip. I groan at the taste. The head is warm, foreskin rolled back as his cock pulses in front of me. Leo reaches down and grips the base with a tight hand, gasping.
“Addie, fuck, Addie,” he pants out.
I flick my eyes up as I close my lips around the head.
Leo makes a guttural sound and his cock kicks in my mouth, come flooding onto my tongue.
I startle, but slide down as far as I can go as he fills my mouth.
I manage to start swallowing, Leo’s other hand scrabbling for purchase in my hair.
He holds on, not pushing me forward, just holding me there as he makes these shocked sounds.
“Fuck, sorry. My God, sorry,” he chants as his come pulses out of him in warm jets, filling me as I swallow it all down.
I keep my eyes on him. He blinks down at me. His chest heaves and his scent explodes in waves around us, saturating me in his pleasure.
His cock remains half hard once he finishes, and I suck it lightly, teasing the underside with my tongue.
“I’m so sorry,” he says around his panting. The water continues to crash around us, steam fogging up the glass and the air.
I let him slip from my mouth.
“What for?” I ask and glance up. I slide my tongue over my lips, catching the last of the taste.
His groan is heartfelt as he leans down and hauls me to my feet.
“I’ll do better next time, I promise. I can last, I promise,” he says and kisses me. He sounds genuinely apologetic about it.
I pull away and look up at him. “Leo, that was really hot.”
He doesn’t look like he believes me and he smells guilty. I don’t get it.
“I can do better,” he repeats, firmer this time, a little frown between his eyebrows.
I can’t help my smile. “It was perfect, though.”
A lightness enters his scent, a small smile on his lips. “Yeah?”
“Definitely,” I assure him. His taste? His cock in my mouth? Even a few seconds is better than every other alpha who’s been there before him.
He slides his hand behind my nape, into my wet hair. He still smells unsure, but he kisses me, murmurs against my lips, “I can last, I promise.”
And then he’s kissing me, a deep kiss, a kiss full of that promise. But I don’t get what he’s so worried about—this is Leo, what’s he got to worry about? Omegas would line up to get his come in their mouth.
Back in my nest, Leo had wasted no time getting his come all over my skin. I stroked him off as he bracketed himself over me, kissing me, breaking away to study every inch of my body as I squirmed beneath him.
A desperation remained in his scent, like he was doing everything he could to last, but I wanted his come, his scent on my skin. So I tightened my grip, bit my bottom lip, and looked up at him from under the fall of my drying hair.
Leo made a punched-out sound and shot all over my stomach, my chest, a drop catching on my bottom lip.
“Dear God. Addie!”