Chapter Twenty-Four
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Hell yeah. There’s not a damn thing I’ve done in my life to earn this moment. But I’m just gonna dive right in.
Willow spreads her legs, allowing me a glimpse of the heaven that lies between them.
Slick glistens between her folds, and honeysuckle saturates the air.
I’m gonna drink every drop. Everything about my omega is incredible, and her body is no different.
My eyes don’t know where to go first. And for a moment, I’m dumbstruck, staring at the beautiful bounty before me.
Glorious breasts heave, topped with dusky pink nipples which call to me on a primal level.
Rising to my knees, I press my lips against hers, pleased when she opens with a gentle sigh.
Our tongues dance with one another. And I’m so lost in her honeysuckle flavor that I could spend forever kissing her.
Willow’s the sweetest thing I’ve ever tasted.
As we kiss, my hands roam, leaving her gasping for air and wriggling below me.
“Stay still, omega. Let me have my fill.” She does her best to stop the frantic rhythm of her hips, but can’t. It’s the cutest fucking thing.
Using my teeth and tongue, I follow the lines of her body to torture one nipple with my mouth while teasing the other with my fingertips. She gasps and moans, crying out with desire, urging me to go lower, but I want this to last.
“You’re not listening, baby girl. Do you need me to make you?
” She shudders, causing the darker desires in my blood to heat.
I wonder whether she’ll let me spank her.
Instead, I rake my teeth over her turgid nipple, seeing how much she likes a little spark of pain with her pleasure.
Willow arches with a cry, slick gushing from her.
Perfect for me. The scent of honeysuckle deepens, growing sticky with desire.
After releasing her hardened peak, I move slowly lower, tasting every inch on my way down. Willow whimpers wantonly, scissoring her legs, searching for more friction.
“Do you ache?” I ask, nipping at her belly. I’m so close that the heat from her pussy calls to me, begging for attention. Her needy moans turn into frantic mewls, and I love knowing how turned on she is. It’s an aphrodisiac, and I’m a glutton.
Her fingers wrap in my hair, urging me down, and I chuckle against her skin. Naughty girl.
“Ah, ah baby girl. If you want something, ask nicely.” I toy with her, using my callused fingertips to coax goosebumps along her inner thighs. My touch makes them open as slick dribbles from her pretty cunt.
“I-I want what you said before.”
“Your slick soaking my cut? Saturating the leather and leaving your claim over every inch of it?” She nods, biting her bee-stung lower lip, still red and plump from my kisses. The most enticing thing I’ve ever seen. “Well, then. We’d better get started.”
Unable to hold back for another second, I plunge forward, ready for a taste of her sweet nectar. As I lick a stripe up her pussy, honeysuckle explodes on my tongue, better than anything I’ve ever tasted. In an instant, I know I’ll never be satisfied without her again.
Meant for me.
Lifting her legs, I spread her wider, tossing them over my shoulders so I can get closer to her succulent center. Her slick coats my face and tongue, yet it's still not enough. Thrusting my tongue deep inside, I search for more, guzzling down every drop while she pants and moans.
“Lincoln. Lincoln. Linc.” She chants my name like I’m a deity, but she’s the goddess in the room. Bewitching me and making me her servant until the end of time.
Splaying my big hand on her belly, I press her back against the couch to give myself better access.
She squirms below me, crying out with every movement of my tongue.
So sensitive. So mine. My cock jerks, fighting against the confines of my jeans, but I keep them on as I devour her, lapping at her folds until I reach her pretty little clit.
She cries out, hips jerking when I press an open-mouth kiss to the needy nerves.
“That’s it, baby. Cry for me.” Her breathing becomes heavy, body flushing as I push her closer to the precipice. Willow is wild and uninhabited, riding my face and unabashedly slicking all over me. Body quaking, she nears the edge. Wanting to draw this out, I slow my rhythm.
“Nooo. Why?” she complains, eyes glazed with desire.
“Have you ever squirted?” I ask between slow licks. She pants wantonly, body strung as tight as a bow.
“No, I don’t know if I can.” There’s a tremble in her limbs, but I have no doubts this woman is perfect, and I’m going to make her slick shoot out of her and all over my leathers.
“You will.” Careful not to hurt her, I gently slide the tip of my finger inside.
Her walls shudder and clamp around my digit, but she shows no signs of wanting me to stop; instead, spreading her legs even wider.
I place one hand on her lower belly, pushing down while the other stretches her pussy until her muscles relax and I can add another finger.
Starting slowly, I drive deeper with each stroke. In. Out. In. Out.
“You’re taking me so well.” The praise makes her gush, and I dip my head, loving her sweet nectar as I use the tip of my tongue to circle her clit.
I work her with my mouth, sliding in a third finger.
It’s a tight fit, but she flutters around them, her cunt pulling them deeper.
Willow trembles below me, crying out with every inward motion as the pleasure builds between her legs.
She thrashes about, body undulating when I suck her clit into my mouth, raking my teeth over it until she throws her head back and comes with a loud wail. The perfect starter orgasm.
“Good girl. Another,” I demand, a man possessed. My Alpha loves seeing her like this, drenched in slick and unraveling. Just for me. Curling my fingers, I search for the place inside her that makes her hips leap off the couch.
“Oh. Oh!” Her legs start to shake. My cock is a steel bat, pressing against my zipper, searching for release. It twitches, but I ignore it, hitting that spot with every thrust and sucking harder and harder on her sensitive little clit.
“Come for me, baby girl. Give me your slick,” I growl, low and deep. With a loud lusty groan, her body clamps down around my fingers, and she goes rigid, her eyes rolling back as slick squirts from her pussy, covering me, my cut, and even some of my couch.
Amazing. As soon as the liquid floods between her legs, she slumps, as if exhausted, and I slowly lick her through the final crests of her epic orgasm.
“What a good girl. You took me so well. Perfect, sweet omega.” She nuzzles into me, blooming at the praise, and I lift my mouth to hers.
Her body twitches and trembles with aftershocks as I gather her close, deepening our kiss until she is soft and pliable in my arms. A purr rumbles from my chest, and Willow melts as I lift her, snag my blue comforter, and head toward the bedroom.
“Where are we going?” she whispers.
“To get some rest.”
She yawns, letting her head droop against my shoulder. My cock is still aching, but I’ve never been so satisfied. Basking in the glow of her trust, I silently enter my room, then gently lower her onto my smooth, dark sheets.
Unable to resist, I climb into bed behind her, gathering her close, then pulling the comforter around us. Willow shifts back, automatically seeking the press of our bodies, and my cock nudges against her ass.
“But what about you?” Her eyes flutter open. “I can help.” Her hand moves over my muscled abdomen, but I quickly grab it and move it away.
“I’ll be fine. This was for you. Let me take care of you, for once.
” She looks as though she’s going to protest, but the exhaustion of the day catches up with her.
After a few moments, she slowly drifts off to sleep.
For a while, I lie beside her, just watching the innocence of her face as her body relaxes in repose.
Willow is everything I’ve ever wanted, and yet I can sense that she’s holding back, not quite ready to give me all her secrets.
But if there’s anything the military taught me, it’s patience. And I’ll wait forever until she’s willing.
My omega’s breathing evens out, and I hold her tighter, stroking her hair and enjoying how the silky strands slide through my fingers.
I’m just about to drift off when there’s a loud clatter from the living room.
What now?
Still fully clothed, I extricate myself and head toward the noise.
Choking back a laugh as soon as I glimpse the commotion.
Hugo looks up at me in surprise, with spaghetti hanging from his mouth as he slowly slurps it up.
Sheila has the garlic bread on the floor, and Bruce watches them with disgust. Two bad dogs and one very good one.
Well, I guess that was my fault. Worth it.
With a shake of my head, I grab the rest of dinner and bring it into the kitchen. My phone on the counter lights up, going off again and again. I muted it when I brought Willow inside, not wanting to have any interruptions.
Picking it up, I glance at the screen, and my stomach drops.
Dozens of missed messages. Something big has gone down, but the last text, sent just moments ago, catches my eye.
Cujo
Get your fucking ass outside.
Shit.