14. Reese
T he aroma of pasta, cheese, and something sweet hits my nose as the front door latches behind me. “Syd?” I call, voice thundering through the empty living room. “You here?”
Silence.
I can imagine she’s pissed at me after this morning, but I hope she didn’t do anything rash—like run back to the city. My stomach plummets at the thought of her leaving before we can even get started.
“I need to apologize.” Scratching my nails through the coarse hair of my beard, I follow my nose to the kitchen.
Over the past few weeks of living with Sydney, I’ve discovered my girl loves to cook. And she’s fucking fantastic at it.
My stomach rumbles in anticipation, the smell growing stronger with each step.
“Angel?”
The kitchen is empty. A plate waits for me on the stovetop, wrapped in foil. I peek underneath—lasagna, my favorite. Two brownies rest on a small plate to the side.
Fuck, she’s always taking care of me, even when she’s pissed.
Grabbing a fork from the silverware drawer, I rip the foil off, crinkling the shiny aluminum into a ball and tossing it on the counter.
Shoving a bite into my mouth, I groan as the gooey cheese and savory sauce hit my tongue. Damn, my mate can cook. I need to man up and make things right between us.
But I’m afraid.
Familiar tendrils of guilt claw at the back of my mind. You’ll hurt her. She’ll leave. You’re better off alone.
“No.” I say the word aloud, hoping it will banish my self-deprecating thoughts.
Kiernan is right, I need to talk to Sydney. This isn’t a one sided relationship. I have to give her a choice, too. She may not even want me. She might think I’m too fucked up. Breath stalling in my lungs, an invisible noose tightens around my neck at the thought.
If she rejects me, I don’t know what I’ll do. I don’t think I can come back from the heartbreak.
Finishing the lasagna, I pick up a brownie and take a healthy bite. “Mmm. So good,” I moan, letting the sweet chocolaty taste wash over me, lightening my sour mood.
“Just talk to her,” I reassure myself, my bear huffs in agreement.
My ears catch on a soft splashing in the distance. Perks of excellent bear hearing. The upbeat tempo of a pop song, followed by my angel’s lively giggle, drifts faintly from upstairs. Automatically, my lips pull up in a wide smile. She’s taking advantage of the tub in her ensuite. I chuckle, imagining my mate soaking in the massive tub, fluffy white bubbles sliding down her supple skin like a lover’s touch.
My cock springs to life at the vision swirling in my head. Great, now I have a boner.
Setting my dishes in the sink, I leave the kitchen and bound up the stairs two at a time in search of Sydney.
Her bedroom door is open, so I walk into the room without knocking. The summer sun hangs low in the sky, golden light rippling in through the floor-to-ceiling windows.
Glancing around the room, I take in the mussed sheets on the bed and clothing haphazardly thrown on the chairs in the reading nook. More clothes explode from a suitcase sitting on the floor near the door. A hair brush, hair ties, and a few tubes of lip balm clutter the top of the dark wood dresser.
One side of my mouth twitches into a small smile at the pure chaos this tiny firecracker of a woman causes.
Before Sydney got here, this room was cold and lonely. Even though she’s clearly a messy person, it still warms my heart to see the guest room finally getting some use. The whole house is brighter since Sydney barreled into my life.
The fog in my brain clears as I stroll to the open bathroom door. Kiernan is right, this woman is good for me. I need to lay it all on the line and hope she chooses me… hopefully forever.
Leaning a shoulder against the door frame, I peer inside the bathroom. The clawfoot tub is filled to the brim with bubbles, steam rippling in the air above the water. In the middle of the mountain of bubbles is my tiny angel.
White-blond hair is piled in a bun on top of her head, bobbing to the beat of a pop song. Some strands are damp and sticking to the back of her neck. She has cucumber slices on her eyes. Where the fuck did she get those?
Music blasts from her phone where it rests on the little wooden table next to the tub. I vaguely recognize the song as some Katy Perry tune. But I’m more entranced by the feisty woman in my bathtub.
She belts out the lyrics while her toes tap on the lip of the tub. Bubbles coat her skin and the surface of the water, hiding her intoxicating body from my hungry eyes.
“I kissed a girl, and I liked it! The taste of her cherry chapstick.”
I stifle a laugh at how off key she is, but a chuckle must slip out because Sydney screams, whipping her head toward the door and latching her hands over her tits. The cucumber slices plunk into the water, sinking down under the bubbles, presumably landing on the bottom of the tub.
“Fuck! Reese! You scared me half to death!” she shrieks.
“Sorry, Angel.” I chuckle again, my mouth pulling into a lopsided smirk.
A wicked smile spreads across her face. She removes her hands from her breasts, only to turn and press them against the side of the tub, hidden from my wandering eyes. Resting her chin on top of her crossed arms, she bats her long lashes at me before speaking. “To what do I owe the pleasure, Mr. Moore? Care to join? Plenty of room for one more.”
A scowl immediately forms on my face. She’s pushing again, flirting relentlessly. It’s getting harder and harder to resist the pull of my mate. I clear my throat, crossing my arms over my chest. “We need to talk.” My voice comes out more gruff than expected.
“Uh-oh. Daddy, am I in trouble?” She splashes some water at me, her lips pursing into an adorable, bratty pout.
“Sydney.” I groan her name, wiping a hand over my face. The other hand clenching and unclenching rhythmically at my side, itching to spank the attitude out of her.
She giggles. “Okay, we can talk, but you have to join me. You’re too stressed. You need to relax.”
“Hmmm.” Stroking my beard, I weigh my options. “You do look awfully comfortable.”
“The water’s nice.” To emphasize her point, she pours the liquid between her hands.
“One condition.” I hold up my index finger.
Sydney perks her head up, giving me her full attention. Turquoise eyes latch onto mine.
“No touching,” I state, voice firm.
“Spoilsport,” she pouts, biting her bottom lip. Fuck, she’s adorable.
“I’m serious, Syd. We need to have a grown-up conversation. No distracting me.”
“Fine.” Huffing a sigh, she crosses her arms over the tits I’ve been dreaming about since this morning in my office. Licking my bottom lip, I imagine getting my mouth on her perfect rosebud nipples again.
“Show me your pork sword, Reesie,” she coos, voice dripping with seduction .
“Pork sword?” I splutter, her words bursting my bubble of horny thoughts. Looking down at my denim clad cock, I raise a single brow.
It twitches.
Her giggle fills the air, floating across the bubbly water like music notes. “Just get naked and get your fine ass in here, Daddy.”
The Daddy shit again, I hope she’s joking because I’m not into that in the bedroom. A growl rumbles through me. “Knock it off, Syd,” I scold, unbuckling my belt and whipping it from my pants with a loud snap. I don’t miss the way Sydney shivers. My virgin mate might be kinkier than she looks.
Tugging my black t-shirt over my head, a small squeak fills the air. I toss my shirt on the counter, turning my eyes back to my mate. Her full lips are parted as her heated gaze burns a path from my chest down to my abs. I’m surprised there isn’t drool leaking from her gaping mouth with the way her eyes are practically devouring me.
Hooking my thumbs through my belt loops, I flex my pecs, giving her the full effect.
“See something you like, Angel?” I wink. My eyes follow her pink tongue as it peeks out, licking along her upper lip.
“Mmm.” She lets out a throaty hum. “You’re gorgeous, Reese.”
I know I’m a good-looking guy. When I was younger and in the limelight, I never had issues getting women. But having my fated mate ogle me is something completely different. I want her eyes on me all the time. I want everyone to know I’m hers .
With a chuckle, I flick the button open on my jeans and slowly lower the zipper. The only sound in the steamy bathroom air is Sydney’s panting breaths and the snick of the zipper teeth as it lowers.
Locking eyes with Sydney, I push my jeans and underwear down, letting them fall around my ankles.
“Fuck.” Her whimper is music to my ears, confirming her attraction to me. Her pupils dilate, blocking out most of her blue irises. The skin on her cheeks and chest flushes bright crimson.
“This what you wanted?” I stroll toward the tub, a smirk on my bearded face. My cock hangs heavy between my thighs, not hard yet . But it will be soon if my angel keeps staring at me like I’m the main course and she’s fucking starving .
I settle back against the opposite side of the large tub, a groan slipping out as the scalding water seeps into my tense muscles. Fluffy white bubbles coat the surface of the water, hiding my nudity from Sydney’s curious eyes.
Unfortunately, that means her body is also hidden from me.
Rolling out the kink in my neck, my gaze locks on my mate. She’s gnawing on her bottom lip, the flesh turning red. My fingers twitch with the need to pull the abused flesh free and soothe it with my thumb… or my tongue.
Not yet.
Instead, I settle my arms along the lip of the tub, gripping tightly to stop myself from touching my mate.
“What did you want to talk about?” Her voice draws my eyes away from her lips and up to her bright-blue gaze .
“I’m sorry about this morning,” I admit. I keep my voice low, hoping to convey my sincerity.
“Oh, you mean when you gave me the best orgasm of my life and left?” Her eyes roll with irritation. She’s such a fucking brat.
I run a damp hand through my hair, slicking the strands back before clamping my hand back on the edge of the tub. “Like I said, I’m sorry. I reacted poorly to the situation. And I apologize if I hurt you, that wasn’t my intention. I have a lot on my mind right now, but I think after this conversation, you’ll understand more.”
She gives me a skeptical look, one perfectly arched dark-blonde brow rising in disbelief. With a huff, she crosses her arms protectively over her chest. “Fine. Apology accepted. But if you drop me like that again, I’m not giving you another shot. Got it?”
Pink colors my cheeks in embarrassment as I dip my chin in acknowledgement. “Yeah. I got it. Thank you for giving me another chance.”
She gives me a harsh nod, eyes boring into me. “Everyone deserves a second chance.” She shrugs. “Was there something else you wanted to talk about?”
My fingers tighten until my knuckles turn white on the edge of the tub, and I swallow the lump of nerves stuck in my throat. “What do you know about fated mates?”
Scooping up a handful of bubbles, she blows them at me. “Like soulmates, right?”
I nod .
“Two people meant to be together. No matter what.” Her eyes flare with something akin to lust as she speaks the last words. “They’re also extremely rare.”
“Right. Most shifters go their entire life never finding their fated mate. I never thought I’d find mine. But I did,” I confess.
Her lips purse, twisting to the side as her fingers trail through the bubbles. “Imagine that. And she’s right here in Cypress Valley?”
She’s fucking with me. She’s gotta be. Doesn’t she feel this pull I’ve been fighting? Like a spring between us, snapping us back together at every turn.
“Yes, Sydney,” I grit through clenched teeth.
“Who’s the lucky lady? Do I know her?” Her stare is unblinking, tone sarcastic.
Stubborn, infuriating woman.
“It’s you, Angel.”
She pops up to her knees, small breasts springing above the water. I growl at the sight of her puckered, rosy nipples.
“My eyes are up here, Grumpy Bear.” She points a delicate finger to her face.
I flick my gaze to hers, blue eyes burning bright.
“If I’m your mate, why haven’t you done anything about it? Why do you run away any time we’re intimate?”
“Because…” I trail off with a shrug.
She blows out a breath. “What are you afraid of, Reese?” Her voice is soft, floating across the water like a gentle breeze.
“You’re too young for me, Angel,” I mutter, eyes falling to the bubbles on the surface.
“Try again.”
Water sloshes around us, the surface rippling where the bubbles have dispersed, as Sydney slides closer to me.
Feisty.
Fuck, she’s perfect.
Clearing my throat, I say, “You’re my friend’s little sister.”
She barks a laugh. “Not good enough, Reese. Those are both poor, meaningless excuses. Tell me the truth. If I’m really your mate, it’s the least you can do for me.”
She’s right . I scrub a hand through my beard, tugging the ends in frustration. “I’m too fucked up for you, Sydney. I’ve hurt someone close to me before. And life has made me bitter and jaded. You deserve to be with someone young and fun down in the city. Not stuck in seclusion with my grumpy ass.”
“Oh, Reese, honey.” Her lithe body slips closer yet, settling between my spread thighs. I can’t look at her, too ashamed. My eyes focus on the bubbles, watching the white foam sway and pop.
“Reese, look at me, please.” Her voice is quiet, laced with sadness. Gentle fingers tip my chin up until I meet tear-filled eyes the same color as sapphires. “Is that really how you see yourself?”
Grunting, I lift one shoulder.
“The person you hurt, Reese, it was an accident. You would never hurt me or anyone else here.” A tear slips free, the salty drop tracks down her beautiful face. She swipes it away and continues speaking. “You’ve built this amazing sanctuary for shifters. You need to give yourself some credit. I went to the lake with Will and Benny today. Do you know how grateful they are for this place? They’ve never had a real home, Reese. Wren told me what they’ve been through. Abusive parents, then poorly run group homes. I’d imagine this is the first time they’ve had a group of people who care about them. They idolize you, Kier, and Ty. They love it here.”
Moisture pricks my eyes. I know she’s right, but I’m too stubborn to admit it.
“This pack looks up to you, Reese. They need you. And I need you.” Her voice drops to a whisper as one hand slides to rest over my heart. The thing is nearly beating out of my chest. My bear rumbles at her touch. “I need you, mate. I’ve felt so burned out and stuck for the past few years. But here, with you, there are so many possibilities. My art is thriving and I really like helping with your office work. I can breathe for the first time in a long time.”
“But you’re so young. And what about Wren?”
“Age is just a number, dah-ling,” she purrs in some horrible accent, mouth splitting into a grin. Unable to control it, my own mouth breaks into a goofy grin. She knows how to lighten the mood and stop me from spiraling every time. “Don’t worry about Wren. She just wants us to be happy, even if that means being happy together.” She winks.
I’m grinning wider than I have in years because of this firecracker.
Sydney drops into my lap, legs on either side of my hips, arms wrapping around my neck. The warmth of her pussy rests against my cock, which is rapidly hardening under her touch.
She rests her forehead against mine. “So, are we doing this? Because I think it’s a really, really good idea. ”
“Yeah, Angel. We’re doing this.” I chuckle, wrapping my arms around her warm, wet body. Finally giving in to the urge to touch her. I release a sigh as I stop fighting my fate.
“Why do you call me Angel?” she asks, fingers running through the prickly hair of my beard.
“Hmm?” Closing my eyes, I lean into her touch. Fuck, it feels amazing to be touched. I’ve gone so long deprived of the soft touch of a woman. My skin tingles with every swipe of her fingers.
“Because of this shimmering, silky white hair.” Opening my eyes, I flick the messy knot of hair piled on her head, and it wobbles slightly. “Because of these stunning blue eyes.” My thumb gently caresses a path under her eye, up to her cheekbone. “You look ethereal, but you’re definitely a fallen angel. My fiery mate.” I chuckle. Her eyes roll dramatically, but a smirk tugs at the corners of her pouty lips.
“Can I kiss you?” she breathes, already leaning in to take what she wants. A low rumbling growl sneaks out of my mouth. I grip the back of her neck, pulling her in for a kiss, groaning at the first brush of her lips. The first taste.
She tastes like my redemption. My chance at something amazing. I just hope she’ll keep me.
Her slick breasts rub against my hard pec muscles, igniting a fire inside me. Desperate hands claw into my hair, gripping the strands like she never wants to let me go.
Her desperation spurs me on as I swallow her soft mewls, driving my tongue into her mouth. She nips at my bottom lip, setting a hunger ablaze in my gut.
Taste .
Claim.
Mine.
My bear whines in my head, as if to say don’t stop .
Never .
I’m never letting my angel— my mate —go again.
“Touch me,” she demands through panting breaths, barely breaking our kiss long enough to get the words out. Her tongue tangles with mine, giving as good as she gets. I knew she’d be a firecracker once I lit her fuse.
Her hands leave my neck. Gripping my wrists in her small fingers, she slaps my palms over her heaving breasts.
“I said touch me.” Arching her back, her moan echoes through the humid air as I squeeze her soft flesh in my hands.
I chuckle.
“Mmm, impatient, Angel?” Pinching and twisting her tight nipples, I tease her until she’s a writhing, moaning mess in my lap. My dick wakes up further, hardening to the point of pain as her wet cunt grinds on my lap. The water ripples around us with each rock of her hips.
“Oh my god, yes, Reese. I need more.” She bites my bottom lip, immediately soothing the sore flesh with her tongue.
“Hang on, Angel.” Standing abruptly from the tub, Sydney clings to me like a baby koala. Water sloshes around my legs as I step out of the tub. Stalking to the counter, I rest Sydney’s ass on the cool marble surface and run a towel over both of our bodies before scooping my mate up again.
Her pale skin is flushed a glowing red from the bath and her arousal. I need another taste .
“Wait!” she gasps, her fingers prodding her hair in search of something . With the flick of her wrist, she pulls a clip from the messy bun and tosses it on the counter behind her. Tousled strands of white-gold tumble around her shoulders, the ends curling around her pert nipples.
“Fuuuuck,” I groan, hurrying to the bedroom before I come just from looking at her.
Sydney yelps as I toss her on the king-sized bed.
“On your knees, baby girl. Hands on the headboard. Show me my pussy.”
Her eyes nearly glow with lust as she turns her back to me and drops her hands to the mattress. Giving her plump ass a wiggle, she glances over her shoulder at me.
Glistening pussy lips peek out from between her slim thighs. An appreciative growl climbs up my throat as she slowly crawls to the head of the bed like my good fucking girl. One at a time, she places her hands on top of the headboard. Her delicate fingers curl over the wood, gripping it tight.
Placing one knee on the mattress, I take a second to admire my beautiful mate. The arch of her back puts her intoxicating cunt and tempting ass on full display. My restraint snaps when smug blue eyes peer at me over her shoulder. Taunting me. Brat .
Prowling up the bed, I kneel behind my prey.
I skim my palms up the back of her thighs, up over her hips, around to her ass. She’s so soft, so pliant. Perfect.
One cheek in each hand, I spread her open and stare down at her glistening pussy. My pussy. The sight alone has saliva pooling in my mouth, tongue aching with the need to taste what’s mine .
“Such a beautiful pussy. Already dripping for me, my angel?”
She moans, pushing her hips back, lithe body responding beautifully to my dirty words. “Only for you, Reese.”
Running my fingers through her lips, I coat them in her arousal. Sydney squirms and whimpers, seeking my touch.
Lowering my head closer to her glorious holes, I let a string of saliva fall from my mouth. It lands on her tight pucker, dripping down to join the arousal already glistening on her pink pussy lips. Sydney sucks in a shocked gasp as my thumb rubs the saliva into her folds.
“Oh, fuck.” The words leave her lips as a shaky whisper, her head dropping between her arms.
S queezing my eyes shut, I try to calm my frantic heart. He just spit on me and it was the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever experienced. I’m so turned on right now, it’s like there’s an electrical storm lighting up every nerve ending in my body. Every slight brush of his fingers shoots more pleasure through my veins .
“Please, Reese. Make me come,” I whimper, voice cutting through the quiet room. My breaths come in pants, my body coiled tight with lust.
“Mmm, love your bratty mouth begging for me.”
I gasp as Reese’s thumb slowly enters my pussy, rocking my hips back to meet it. His thick fingers curl around to rest on my clit.
“Be a good girl and keep those hands on the headboard,” he orders. “If you let go, I stop.” If it means another earthquaking orgasm, like this morning, I’ll do anything he says.
“Yes, Daddy,” I tease.
A rumbling growl startles me, followed by a hard slap landing on my ass cheek, jolting my body forward. Pain shoots through my system, fizzling out as a dull throb between my legs.
Shit, I think I liked that.
“Brat,” Reese scolds, soothing my sore cheek, kneading the reddened flesh.
Without warning, he removes his thumb from my cunt, only to replace it with the flat of his tongue.
He licks me in long languid strokes, soaking the sensitive folds with his spit. His tongue prods at my entrance before slipping inside, his fingers rubbing vigorously at my clit.
“Yes, yes, yes,” I chant, fingers curling over the ornate wood of the headboard, knuckles turning white.
Rocking my hips back, I impale his tongue further inside my throbbing cunt, my walls rippling around the slick muscle. The fingers on my clit pick up speed, pressing harder into the engorged flesh. Holy fuck, I’m gonna come!
The mattress shifts, then he’s gone. My aching pussy clenching mindlessly around thin air.
“What the fuck?” I yelp, looking over my shoulder, wide eyes scanning the room for Reese. Evening sun streams through the windows, casting the scene in a golden glow. But no hulking bear shifter fills my vision.
Is he going to leave me here, wanton and needy?
A deep chuckle hits my ears, causing a shiver to ripple down my spine. Mmm, his laugh turns my insides to molten jello.
“Eyes forward, baby girl.” I instantly obey, swinging my head to the wall above the bed as the mattress dips behind me.
My muscles coil tight with anticipation. Touch me.
Taking me by surprise, a hand cracks down on my ass again, the other cheek this time. I squeal and pull away, almost taking my hands off the headboard. But his dark promise rings in my head, so I tighten my grip on the wood as the pain in my ass turns to pleasure.
“Need to hear you beg, Angel.” His voice is smooth and sensual, sliding over my body like a glass of aged whiskey. “Beg for it. Beg me to let you come.” Soft lips caress my ear as he whispers. Voice low and rough. The heat of his body is like an inferno at my back as he leans over me from behind.
Can someone orgasm from words alone? Because I’m so fucking close right now.
I whimper, hanging onto the headboard for dear life. “Please, Reese. I need it, mate.”
The word is foreign on my tongue, but possessiveness flares as it leaves my lips. He’s mine .
“Fuck, Angel.” His voice is a guttural, almost pained, moan. “More.”
The heat of his body disappears from my back, his hands finding purchase on the fleshy mounds of my ass. Spreading me wide, the velvety smooth skin of his cock rubs through my cleft.
Rocking back against him, I give in and beg. “Fuck me with your fingers, Reese. Make me come all over your mouth. Split me in half. Make me blind with pleasure. P-please.” I stutter out the last word on a desperate cry. If he doesn’t make me come soon, I might actually die.
Dark laughter fills the air behind me. “Good girl,” he coos. I whimper at his praise.
Suddenly, he dives in, eating me from behind like a man possessed, not bothering to come up for air. My body begins to shake uncontrollably as the need for orgasm overtakes me.
“Holy fuck,” I gasp, throwing my head back. The long blonde strands of my hair slap against my back before fanning to the sides. I can only imagine what we look like, me with my hands on the headboard in a suffocating grip, hips rocking wildly in search of nirvana. Reese’s big frame knelt behind me, face buried in my pussy.
Wet slurping and sucking noises fill the air, creating a pornographic symphony in combination with my pleasure filled cries and Reese’s hungry groans. I savor each sound as he inches me closer and closer to my climax.
His slick tongue suddenly leaves my pussy, tracing a path further back to that forbidden spot. He’s not gonna —
A yelp bursts from my parted lips as warm liquid hits my puckered hole. The pointed tip of Reese’s tongue rims my ass before slowly pushing inside.
“Oh, my g-god,” I stutter. No one has ever touched, let alone put their mouth there.
Pulling back, Reese speaks against my ass, voice thick with lust. “Feel good?”
“Yes.” The admission comes out on a wail when Reese pushes his wicked tongue back inside my tightest hole. His fingers join the party, curling inside my pussy, playing my clit like it’s his new favorite instrument.
With one final cry, my muscles lock up tight, toes curling into the sheets. Fireworks detonate inside me, overwhelming my system with pleasure.
I slowly float back to earth, my skin damp with sweat as my body shakes slightly, only to realize Reese has flipped to his back on the bed. The smug grin on his face is visible from his position between my spread thighs. That expression alone has my stomach flip-flopping. He has something wicked planned.
“We’re not done, my sweet mate,” he warns. Rough hands grip my trembling hips, guiding my pussy to his glistening mouth. A thin sheen of my juices coats his lips and facial hair.
“So hot,” I murmur as his bearded face brushes the sensitive skin of my inner thighs .
“Ride my face, Angel.” His demanding words are muffled as he suffocates himself with my pussy.
Wet heat from his tongue runs from my ass to my clit, the sensation ripping a pleasure filled whine from my mouth. “Yes, Reese. Right there.” I don’t recognize my own breathy, seductive voice as I grind my aching cunt onto his hungry mouth. Who is this wanton creature who’s taken over my body?
Reese moans, pulling me closer with a death grip on my hips. It’s like he’s starving and I’m his favorite meal. Tingles scatter over my skin, raising the fine hairs on my arms. “Fuuuck.” I’ll gladly be his meal on any day ending in Y.
The room is quiet, apart from my whimpers and moans and Reese’s obscene slurping. It’s music to my ears, making me reckless and wanton.
“You like the taste of my cunt, don’t you, Reese?” I egg him on, reaping the reward when he growls against my clit, vibrations of pleasure filling my veins.
Taking a risk, I remove one hand from the headboard and thread my fingers through his thick hair. Using my grip like reins, I rock my hips wildly, making Reese my own personal sex toy. “Make me come, Reese. Drink me down.”
As I peer down at him, fiery lust flares in his dark eyes and the grip on my hips tightens. He looks at me like a queen on her throne.
Slipping my hand from his hair, I bring it to my mouth, wetting two fingers before sliding them onto my swollen clit. His dark eyes nearly melt my skin as he watches.
“Be a good boy and fuck me with your tongue.”
I shoot him a saucy smirk, stroking my clit leisurely, building my pleasure. Two can play the dirty talk game. Reese gently bites the delicate flesh of my pussy lips, as if to say ’stop being a brat’. My yelp of pain fades to a moan when he finally pushes his tongue inside, spearing me deep .
“Yesss,” I hiss, fingers rubbing furiously as I bounce on his tongue.
The spring inside me coils tighter and tighter. I’m so close.
A heavy hand smacks my ass, the pinch of pain shooting me over the edge. My body detonates, pleasure radiating from my pulsing cunt all the way to my fingers and toes until they’re numb. Collapsing forward against the headboard, my thighs tremble uncontrollably. “Holy shit.”
Rough masculine laughter draws my eyes to Reese as he flops back against the pillows like a king on his throne, a smug smile on his handsome face. “You okay, Angel?”
“Mhm. Just need a sec.”
Holy fuck, he knows how to use his mouth and hands.
He beckons me to him with the curl of his thick fingers. Fingers that were just inside my still throbbing pussy. “Come here.” A shiver ripples through me at the deep, growling demand in his voice.
Like an attention-starved puppy, I obey, slithering closer until he uses a strong arm to haul me against his side. Gentle fingers run through my hair, the repetitive motion relaxing my tired body.
My hand instinctively trails down his muscular chest, over the ridges of his abs. His nostrils flare as I circle his knot and give a testing squeeze. “What about you?” I lick my lips.
Since this morning in his office, I’ve been dreaming about tasting him. I’ve never given a blow job before, but my already overheated body somehow heats further with the thought of Reese thrusting in and out of my mouth. I want to be the one to make him lose control.
His large hand engulfs mine, halting my movements… and my thoughts. My brows dip together. “Wha—”
Rough fingers clasp around my chin, titling my face up to his. Dark eyes burn with lust as he brushes his lips over mine while speaking. “Tonight was about you, my beautiful mate. Don’t worry about me.”
“But I—”
He growls, cutting me off. “Another time, Angel.”
The gentle sweep of his thumb along my cheekbone has the fight in me flickering out. There’s plenty of time to experiment later. These soft, uninhibited moments with Reese are a rarity and I want to soak up each and every one. I close my eyes, forehead bracing against his, relishing in the soft caress of his lips.
Threading his fingers through my messy hair, he pulls my head down to rest over his thumping heart.
A contented sigh leaves my lips and I nuzzle my face against his hard chest. Pine and mint fills my nostrils, pushing my body into a state of safety. My eyes droop as I run my fingers through the smattering of dark hair on his pecs, the steady rhythm of his heart lulling me to sleep.