Chapter 17 #2
He chuckled. “I think that’s an understatement, Sweetheart. You’re all keyed up and shaking like a leaf. Let me help you, Julia. Let me take the edge off.”
My heart hammered against my ribs. Our kiss the other evening had lit a fire in me, but while I’d loved it, it wasn’t nearly enough. I wanted more. God, I wanted him to touch me more than I wanted my next breath. But the bravado I wielded like a weapon suddenly felt incredibly fragile.
I bit my lower lip, looking down at where my hands gripped his shoulders.
“Gideon... I talk a big game. You know I do. I’m loud, and I’m sassy, and I make jokes.
” I forced myself to meet his gaze, hating the heat of embarrassment flushing my cheeks.
“But the OMA... they kept us pretty isolated. Unbonded Omegas weren’t exactly given practical experience.
I know the mechanics, I’m not clueless, and I’ve used plenty of toys, but I haven’t...
I’ve never actually been with another person before. ”
Gideon didn’t flinch. He didn’t look shocked, or worse, pitying. His expression simply softened into something so profoundly tender it made my chest ache all over again.
“Julia,” he murmured, his voice steady in the dark room. “That just means I get the privilege of showing you exactly how you deserve to be touched.”
He shifted, lifting me effortlessly off his lap and laying me into the very center of the nest I had built in the middle of the bed.
The blankets yielded beneath me as Gideon followed me down.
He didn’t rush. Didn’t let urgency dictate the pace.
He moved with the attentive patience of a man who wanted to take his time. On me.
His fingers brushed the hem of my shirt, tracing the exposed sliver of skin at my waist where the fabric had rucked up. “Can I take this off?”
I nodded, unable to form the actual words. He pulled the shirt over my head, tossing it aside, before his hands moved to the waistband of my underwear. With excruciating care, he slid the fabric down my hips, taking my tiny shorts with them, until I was bare beneath his gaze.
Gideon’s eyes darkened as he took me in. Leaning forward, he pressed a warm, open-mouthed kiss to the inside of my thigh. I jumped at the contact, a soft gasp escaping my lips.
“Easy,” he rumbled. “Just feel, Sweetheart.”
He trailed kisses up my inner thigh, mapping the sensitive flesh with worshipful reverence. When his mouth reached my center, I lost the ability to formulate a coherent thought.
Gideon’s tongue swept a long, flat stroke right over my clit, lapping up the slick evidence of my pre-heat. I arched off the mattress with a startled cry, my hands tangling blindly in the heavy blankets. He chuckled against my soaked folds, before settling in to properly dismantle me.
He was relentless, solely focused on my release.
His tongue flicked and swirled, finding the exact rhythm that made my hips chase his mouth.
In the span of ten seconds, he completely rewrote everything I thought I knew about pleasure.
I had spent years thinking silicone and vibrations were adequate substitutions for a man between my legs, but there wasn’t a single toy in existence that could compare to the real thing.
Two long fingers slid inside me, stretching me wide, before he curled them against my most sensitive nerve endings. The sensory overload of his mouth, the fullness of his fingers, and his overwhelming scent threatened to drag me under.
“Gid,” I whined, my head thrashing side to side against the pillows. “Please—”
“I know,” he soothed, his breath hot against my dripping core. “I’ve got you. Let go for me, Jules. Let it all out.”
He increased the pace of his fingers, curling them upward to hit the aching bundle of nerves inside me with every thrust. I was adrift, being swept away as I rode the crest of a high I couldn’t control.
I was close. So, so damn close.
The pressure building in my lower stomach coiled tighter and tighter, threatening to snap.
I was panting, my nails biting into the palms of my hands, utterly consumed by the pleasure Gideon was creating in me.
Every muscle in my body was drawn tight as a bowstring.
I was right on the precipice, teetering on the edge of the drop, but my jumbled hormones refused to let me tip over.
A faint creak sounded from the hallway.
The bedroom door, which Gideon hadn’t fully latched, pushed open.
Through the haze of my delirium, my eyes fluttered open to the dim light filtering in from the hall.
River stood in the doorway. He didn’t step into the room, and he didn’t make a sound.
He simply leaned his shoulder against the doorframe, his hands shoved deep into the pockets of his worn denim jeans.
The immediate hit of warm graham cracker, golden oak, and rich leather swept into the room, mingling flawlessly with Gideon’s signature.
River’s amber eyes were heavy and dark, locked on the sight of me writhing on the bed.
He wasn’t interrupting. He wasn’t attempting to assert Alpha dominance or take over the space Gideon had carefully cultivated.
He was just being exactly what he always was—a warm, steady harbor, offering me his absolute, unblinking attention.
The weight of his gaze was like a physical caress, adding to my building pleasure.
Between Gideon’s devastating mouth, River’s intense, watchful presence, and the saturation of their scents, the last of my control shattered.
“Oh fuck!” I sobbed out, the plea broken and high-pitched.
Gideon closed his mouth around my clit and sucked at the exact same moment.
The orgasm ripped through me with the force of a tidal wave.
I screamed, my back bowing off the mattress as wave after wave of white-hot pleasure crashed through my entire body.
I squeezed my eyes shut, my hips violently bucking against Gideon’s hand and mouth as he rode out the tremors with me, his tongue catching every sweet drop I gave him.
It felt like I was suspended in the air for an eternity, every nerve ending sparking and singing, before gravity finally remembered I existed.
I collapsed backward into the pillows, a boneless, trembling mess. My chest heaved as I gulped down desperate lungfuls of air.