Chapter Twenty
Gwyn
C arl froze and I knew he was staring at me, even if I couldn’t meet his gaze. It wasn’t that Anthony had never gone down on me, an omega’s slick during their heat was a drug to alphas, even the scent gave them the feeling of being high, but my heats were the only time he’d done it, and those times weren’t very clear afterward.
“Well, I guess we’ll have to try it both ways then.”
His rumbled words were followed by his lips on the inside of my thigh again, making the muscle tense even as it sent a shiver up my spine. Each kiss as he moved closer to my core made me tighten, until I was trembling with the strain.
“I think we’ll start with just teasing.”
I sucked in a harsh gasp at the first touch of his tongue to my lower lips. As hot as I felt, his tongue was a brand on my flesh, burning a trail along my slit.
Adjusting his grip, he pulled me open, the cooler air of the room only touching me for a second before it was replaced with the warm gust of his breath.
“You’re so wet for me, and you smell so good.”
The sensibilities I’d been raised with said his words were taboo. You might enjoy relations with your partner, but you didn’t say things like that. It was dirty, and part of my mind enjoyed the thrill of it, even while my blush spread. I’d thought things like that when seeing to my own needs, but it was something else to hear them aloud, coming from an alpha I was attracted to.
Putting his mouth to better use than talking, Carl ran the tip of his tongue from my entrance up to my clit, pulling away as my hips lifted in search of more. He did it again, a whine slipping out of me when he ignored my silent plea.
“So pink, and sweet. You taste better than I’d imagined.”
Part of my mind caught on the fact that he’d been imagining anything about me, but the majority was tangled up in the sensations he’d created. His broad shoulders stretched my hips, making the muscles protest, and his beard was somehow both soft and rough as it brushed against me each time he dipped his head to my center. His tongue was hot and wet, his lips firm, and he even used his nose to nudge my clit as he licked around my entrance.
I clenched and writhed, the tension coiled in my belly winding so tight I felt like I was going to snap. My legs had started to shake, my hips rocking in a frantic bid to get what I needed to push me over the edge.
“Say it. Tell me what you want, Beautiful.”
There was no demand in his tone, just a gentle coaxing, as if he had all the patience in the world. As much as I wanted to scream at him to let me come, my jaw clenched around the words, refusing to let them out.
“I plan to take my time with you this go round, so I can wait as long as you need to be able to say it. It’s just a few easy words.”
He peppered his promise with little licks and kisses, and I met him with a frustrated growl that had him chuckling between my thighs. Wrenching my eyes open, I couldn’t even remember closing them and tossing my head back, I saw how much he was enjoying tormenting me.
Just a few easy words.
They felt insurmountable to someone who’d always kept as silent as possible. I’d had no choice over how my body responded to Anthony, but I’d made a point of never showing the forced pleasure any more than I could help. It was hard to fight past so many years of practice remaining mute.
Keeping his eyes on mine, Carl dipped his chin, flattening his tongue overtop my clit and moving it in slow, gentle circles. No matter how I bucked or thrust my hips, he managed to keep the light pressure and easy pace.
The growl that spilled from me was pure instinct, my omega side unhappy with the alpha we’d let into our nest. He was there to bring pleasure, to satisfy the need throbbing in my core, not tease me until I wanted to rip the beard right off his face.
“Please!”
The sound I made barely resembled a word. Some mangled blend of whine and growl, it sounded almost as pathetic as I felt as he edged me right to the brink before pulling back over and over.
“Please what, Beautiful?”
I was a sweaty, panting mess, definitely not beautiful, but it still sent tingles through me whenever he said it. Losing the growl, I curled my toes and squeezed his sides, lifting my hips higher as I clenched my eyes shut.
“Let me come.”
It was the weakest whisper, the barest plea, but he took mercy on me. Hardening his tongue into a point, he circled my clit with firm pressure before sliding it down to my entrance, thrusting it inside as he ground his face against my center.
“Come for me, Gwyn. Give it to me,” he muttered into my flesh.
Suddenly his lips sealed around the little bundle of nerves, the world freezing with the first lash of his tongue over the tip. The second ended all sounds other than the rushing of blood pounding in my ears.
Lungs crippled, heart stumbling, the third lick shattered reality, my vision going white before my eyelids slammed shut. All there was in existence was the rippling waves of pleasure spreading from where his mouth touched me, tormented me, and broke me into pieces.
Unlike the other orgasms I’d had that started at the peak and sloped off, this one built, each wave pushing the next higher, and higher, until I trembled beneath the onslaught, unable to stand anymore.
And just as it grew to be too much, verging into pain, his tongue slowed, the tension eased, and I floated down far longer than ever before.
I was dead.
I’d died of pleasure.
The orgasm had stolen my wits and left me nothing more than a shell.
I’d never be able to feel anything ever again.
Or so I thought, until he stopped lapping up my release and rose to cover me, his heavy body settling between my thighs, the hair on his chest abrading my sensitive nipples as he leaned down to claim my mouth as thoroughly as he’d claimed my cunt. I could taste myself on him, the naughtiness of it adding a secret thrill to the kiss that had my body somehow responding again.
Releasing me so we could both breathe, he lifted his head to look down at me as he pushed hair off my sweaty forehead.
“That was the first one. You seemed to enjoy being teased, so maybe I should just keep doing that.”
As hard as it was to imagine orgasming again after the one I’d just had, I still scowled at him.
“You’d better not.”
Brow lifting, he smirked.
“Or what?”
Huffing, I smoothed my features and gave him a sweet smile.
“Or you won’t be getting your own release, in, on, or anywhere near me.”
Mouth popping open, he faked looking affronted.
“You wouldn’t!”
Pursing my lips to keep from laughing, I shrugged.
“Do it and find out.”
Letting his head drop into the corner of my neck, he rocked his hips, digging his shaft into my thigh.
“That might be a little painful, so I think I’ll pass. This time.”
I let out a laugh that turned into a gasp as he clamped his lips onto the side of my neck, sucking hard enough to cause a pinch of pain with the wave of pleasure sliding through my body. Goosebumps rose along my arms and legs, and I instinctively angled my pelvis so he could penetrate me easier.
There was a whisper in the back of my mind that this was dangerous. That all it would take was a rush of hormones, then he could bite down, and I’d be trapped again, but that voice was so weak it was easy to ignore. I knew Carl wouldn’t do that to me, and another part insisted that even if he did, it wouldn’t be like before. I wouldn’t be smothered under the weight of an alpha concerned only with himself.
Carl began to move down my collarbone, his hands gripping my breasts as he dragged his cock along my leg. While I’d enjoyed his mouth, I very much wanted him inside me, so once he’d sucked on my nipples until they ached and acted like he was going to keep heading down, I hooked my hands under his arms and pulled.
Gorgeous green eyes looked up, one brow lifted as I shook my head.
“No more of that.”
He seemed confused but pressed kisses to my belly to hide it before responding.
“I promise not to tease you as much this time.”
Laughing, I smiled but shook my head again.
“It’s not that. I—”
It was still hard to say the things going through my head, but I was a grown woman, damnit, and I was going to do it.
“I need you inside me.”
That pretty green grew darker as his pupils expanded, the purely predatory look making me shiver as my core clenched. I’d never been looked at like that, and I had to admit it was kind of addictive. After what I’d dealt with my whole life, I was surprised to find myself wanting to be wanted.
“Well, since you said it so bravely…”
One large hand curled around my leg just above my knee, hitching it up over his hip so he could settle closer to where I wanted him. He rested on his other elbow, sliding his cock through the valley between my thighs as he leaned down to kiss me.
“You can tell me how you want it, or I’m going to take it hard and fast.”
Fresh slick poured from me, coating his shaft as he rocked it against me. Each thrust dragged his length over my clit, the ridge behind his crown sending a jolt through me each time it bumped past.
“Yes, please.”
He grinned at my whisper, pulling back to look down between us. I kept my knee where he’d placed it when he released my leg to take hold of himself, his broad tip mashing against my opening a moment later.
“As you wish.”