27 #2
I lean in, my lips brushing against the shell of her ear while I breathe out the words.
Her entire body quakes, the tiny puff of air that escapes her on a sigh washes over my throat, making my dick jump to attention.
“We shouldn’t do this here, Caito.” She breathes, trying to be the reasonable one.
Her hips jerk when my teeth scrape softly against her earlobe, and I know she doesn’t really believe that.
“You let Apollo have a taste of you on your date. Why can’t I?” She grunts when I reach a hand down between our bodies so I can stroke my fingers up her bare thigh. I fucking love the fact that she’s so prone to wear dresses. Makes for easier access in situations like this.
The less fabric between my omegas perfect pussy and my fingers, the better.
“I shouldn’t have done that, either.” She tightens her thighs around my hips, using the heels of her booted feet to drag me closer to her, despite her protests.
I growl, the sound feral and unhinged, when she grabs a handful of my hair to yank my head back.
A purr rattles my chest the moment her lips make contact with my throat, and it’s my turn to shudder at the first touch of her tongue against my skin.
“You alphas are so bad for me, but I can’t seem to stop.
I can’t help but to want everything I shouldn’t have. ” She murmurs softly.
“That’s where you’re wrong, mo chroí . You should have it.
You will have it. Anything you fucking want.
How many times do we have to say it before we convince you that you are ours ?
” I use a palm splayed against her chest then to push her back until she’s flat against the table.
She looks up at me with huge, doe-like eyes full of need and the underlying current of fear that I absolutely hate.
When she’s with me, I don’t want her feeling anything other than complete euphoria.
She allows me to push up the skirt of her dress, and I groan when I find her bare, already dripping with mouth watering slick.
Here, I can finally scent her properly. When it’s just the two of us, and we are like this, there’s no way her suppressant can hold up against me.
Her perfume plumes around us until I’m happily choking on the scent of jasmine and spicy citrus.
Goddamn, she’s so fucking perfect.
“I don’t think you understand the depths of the scars that run deep within me, Caito.
” The words she speaks are so low, that I barely hear her over the thump of my own heartbeat.
That’s when I notice them. The various scars and marks that crisscross and mar the perfect flesh of her thighs and hips.
Some of them are old—perhaps by ten or more years.
Others are newer, within the last five years.
Straightening, I move my fingers to begin unbuttoning my shirt.
She watches me, her body tense, but as soon as I slip the bit of fabric from my shoulders, understanding sparks to life in her attentive gaze.
“I think that you’ve never allowed yourself to accept your scars as they are.
They do not define you, mo chroí . They cannot break you.
One day, you will own them. Even now, they’ve already begun to pave the path towards who you are meant to be.
I vow to spend the rest of my life helping you learn to love every single one of them, just as I have my own. ”
She reaches for me then, and I shudder again when the tips of her fingers brush softly against a particularly nasty scar that bisects vertically through my belly button, approximately eight inches long.
My abdominal muscles flex under her touch, which makes her perfume kick up a notch.
“Will you tell me about them someday?” She asks softly, and I offer her a brilliant smile when she finally looks back up at me, her hand falling back down to her side.
I lean forward again, my tongue darting out to run over the length of one of her own scars on her inner left thigh.
She gasps in response, her legs quivering where they’re wrapped around my waist, and her back arches off the surface of the table slightly.
So damn responsive. “I’ll tell you anything you want.
As long as you tell me I can pay back every single scar on this perfect body to whoever gave them to you. ”
“Caito…” She groans out my name the closer I get to her dripping center. She’s already leaking slick all over Carson’s table, and I’m definitely going to have to have him burn it when I’m done with my omega here.
“Give me permission, mo chroí , and I’ll give you what you need.” I blow a cool puff of air against her glistening cunt, and her hips buck up off the table in response, a desperate keening sound slipping past her lips.
“Fuck, yes , alpha. Do whatever you want to them. I’ll even give you a detailed list. Just please, make me come.” She’s practically whining now, and I fucking love that.
“With pleasure.” I grin against her overheated flesh, and then I’m diving in without so much as a warning.