Slick & Scent
SAINT
My control was hanging by a thread
Every breath I took was filled with her, warm honey, wild strawberries, and that sweet, slick vanilla that made my mouth water and my cock throb painfully against my shorts. But the worst part, the absolute worst, was the thick, potent smell coming from her wet pussy.
It was so strong. So fucking good. My jaw actually ached from how much drool was dripping down it. I could feel it sliding over my chin as I knelt between her spread thighs, staring at the soaked black lace clinging to her folds.
My wolf was snarling inside me, clawing at the surface, demanding control.
Let me out. Let me taste her. I’ll make her scream.
I squeezed my eyes shut, fighting him back with everything I had.
No. Not like that. If I give you control right now, you’ll be too rough. You’ll bite or suck too hard and make her bleed. I won’t allow that.
My wolf huffed in disgust. *That’s how it was done back then. Alphas marked their Omegas properly. Pissed on them. On their territory. Covering them in our scent. Claiming what’s ours.*
I almost rolled my eyes. *That was barbaric. This is modern time. You can’t just do that anymore.*
*Why not?* my wolf argued, clearly offended. *Omegas used to love being covered in their Alpha’s scent. It made them feel safe, owned and Protected. What’s wrong with that?*
*Because now they say no, and no means no,* I told him firmly. *Our Omega likes me being a good boy. She trusts me.*
My wolf made a disgusted sound. *Yuck. We are not dogs.* sounding personally offended.
I ignored him.
Scarlett was trembling beneath us, cheeks flushed, eyes glassy with need. She looked so beautiful it hurt. I leaned closer, nuzzling her inner thigh, breathing in that intoxicating scent. My cock was throbbing painfully in my pants, but I didn’t care.
I looked up at her with pleading eyes, voice hoarse and shy. “Please… please, mate. Can I taste you?”
She stared at me for a second, then slowly nodded, cheeks turning even redder.
My wolf howled in triumph inside my head.
I gently pushed her soaked panties to the side, revealing her pretty pink pussy, glistening, swollen, and dripping with slick. The sight and smell hit me like a drug. I blew a soft puff of air on her clit, watching her shiver and whimper.
*She looks so delicious,* my wolf groaned. *Taste her. Taste her now.*
I couldn’t wait any longer.
I scooped some of her slick onto my fingers, watching the thick, glossy strands stretch between my digits. Then I brought them to my mouth and sucked them clean.
The taste exploded on my tongue, sweet, tangy, and just perfect.
Both me and my wolf sighed in bliss at the exact same time, a deep, satisfied rumble vibrating from my chest.
More, my wolf begged, no longer angry, just desperate. Give me more.
I looked up at Scarlett with pleading eyes, silently asking for more.
She was trembling, lips parted, cheeks flushed, looking down at me like she couldn’t believe this was happening.
I leaned down and licked her again, slower, savoring every drop of her sweet slick.
And Scarlett’s silent moan was the most beautiful sound in the world.
Her hips twitched helplessly against my face as I dragged my tongue through her soaked folds. I groaned into her, the vibration making her thighs shake around my head. My wolf was losing his mind inside me, howling and clawing to get out, but I kept him leashed.
She tastes so good, he snarled. Let me have her. I’ll make her scream.
I growled back at him, *No. Not like that. She needs to feel safe.*
I licked her clit in slow, firm circles, sucking gently on her tiny bud while my fingers still held her panties aside.
She was dripping even more now, slick sliding down my chin.
Rhys had moved beside her head, grabbing her jaw gently and kissing her deep, swallowing every muffled moan and whimper she made.
Kane held her legs open wider, watching with dark, hungry eyes, occasionally leaning down to kiss and lick her pretty feet.
We were finally enjoying our mate.
Then a calm, amused voice cut through everything.
“Seems I came at the wrong time.”
It didn’t register to me at first.
But my wolf noticed.
A thunderous, territorial growl ripped out of my chest so loud the entire room vibrated.
Another male. In our territory. Near our mate.
I lifted my head from between her thighs, lips shiny with her slick, and frowned when I saw it was just Kaiden. But my wolf didn’t care. He was furious.
Scarlett let out a silent yelp, scrambling up in panic. She yanked her tank top down and stood up, rushing toward Kaiden, looking him over with worry, cheeks still flushed.
Kane growled too, grabbing Scarlett by the waist and yanking her back against his chest possessively. “What the fuck are you doing here, pretty boy?”
Rhys was the only calm one, though his golden eyes narrowed slightly. “I told him to come.”
I didn't like this not even a little. Kaiden’s scent was disgusting in our territory. Another Alpha, even if not a wolf, was too close to our mate.
Kaiden just stood there, looking amused.
I walked straight to him, still half-feral. Before my wolf could rip his throat out, I grabbed his shoulder and rubbed my face aggressively against his neck and chest, scent-marking him hard. I rubbed my wrists and jaw all over him, covering him in my scent until he smelled like *me*.
My wolf calmed slightly.
Kaiden accepted it without complaint, even tilting his head to make it easier, though his lips twitched with amusement.
“Feel better now, big guy?” he asked.
I stepped back, still frowning, but nodded once.
Scarlett was watching us with wide eyes, still blushing.
I moved back to her side immediately, wrapping an arm around her and Kane, while Rhys watched everything with that calm, calculating gaze.