Chapter 41
FORTY-ONE
VIVIENNE
Kor was so kind and gentle, and he made me feel so safe that I began to relax. After he had eased the pressure in both breasts, he kept on sucking, making sure he was getting all the nectar out.
But as he sucked, I noticed more changes in my body.
Now that the swelling in my breasts had gone down, I was feeling swollen and needy somewhere else—between my legs.
I squeezed my thighs together and tried to ignore it, but the need down there seemed to be growing in proportion to the relief that Kor was giving me as he sucked the nectar from my breasts.
My nipples were tingling too, sending sparks of pleasure through my whole body as he sucked them. And every spark seemed to start a fire between my legs—one I was afraid I wouldn’t be able to ignore much longer.
Kor seemed to sense my restlessness, because he looked up at last.
“Feeling better, baby?” he asked.
“So much better.” I nodded. “Thank you, Kor. I…I think I’m all good now.”
He frowned. Then he took a deep breath through his nose and shook his head.
“No, I don’t think you are.”
“What…what do you mean?” I asked, feeling suddenly nervous all over again.
“Your scent has changed, sweetheart,” he said to me. “It’s gotten stronger…hotter. How are you feeling, and please—tell me the truth.”
I nibbled my lower lip and then made myself stop—it was a nervous habit that would give me away.
“I…my breasts are feeling much better,” I said, truthfully enough.
Kor frowned.
“It’s not your breasts I’m worried about, baby. How are you feeling here?”
And his big, warm hand hovered over my pussy mound. He wasn’t touching me—not quite—but I could feel the heat from his palm. It took every ounce of willpower I had not to arch up, into his hand—to feel him touching me as he had when he made me come.
“I…I don’t know,” I said breathlessly. “I feel…hot down there, I suppose.”
His frown deepened.
“Hot? Like you have a temperature or like you need to come?”
I bit my lower lip. I didn’t want to admit it—didn’t want to admit that my whole body was begging for his—begging to be touched and pleasured and taken. We couldn’t go that far—we couldn’t.
“I don’t know,” I said again, knowing it was a lie.
Kor looked at me for a long moment, searching my eyes with his own.
“All right,” he said at last. “If you’re not sure, then we need to check for Heat Fever. Can you spread your legs for me?”
My pulse began racing and I shifted on the bed.
“Why…why do you want me to do that?”
“So I can take your temperature,” he said patiently. “An Alpha always knows when an Omega is overheating.” He raised his eyebrows at me. “I promise I’m just going to make sure you’re all right, sweetheart—nothing more if you don’t want me to.”
“Well…all right,” I whispered at last. I didn’t want to admit that I was dying for his touch—that I needed to feel his skin against mine, to feel him petting my pussy again.
Just the thought had me wet and hot and so needy that when I parted my legs for him, my inner thighs were already slick with my honey.
I was so embarrassed, I nearly shut them again, but Kor put a hand on my knee to stop me.
“No, baby—stay open” he told me.
“But…but I’m so wet,” I nearly moaned, filled with embarrassment.
The other night when he’d made me come, the room was dark with only the moonlight and the shadows. This time the lamp was on, spilling its golden glow over my naked body and making me feel self-conscious of myself.
“That’s just a sign of your Heat,” Kor told me. “Believe me, I’ve helped a woman through Heat before—it’s not unusual. Also, it’s beautiful.” He gave me a half-lidded look. “Don’t ever be ashamed of how much pussy honey you make—it just shows how ready your body is for breeding, that’s all.”
“But…but you’re not going to breed me, are you?” I asked anxiously.
He shook his head.
“No, baby. For now, I’m just going to take your temperature. Just relax and let me in.”
And then I felt two long, thick fingers slipping into my pussy, filling me up and making me moan.
Kor pumped gently inside me for a moment, a frown on his face. At last he withdrew his fingers, all shiny with my honey and put them in his mouth.
I watched in disbelief as he sucked them clean, but he didn’t seem to mind. In fact, I thought he looked like he was enjoying my secret flavor. At last he took his fingers out of his mouth and looked at me.
“Well, I don’t think you’re going into Heat Fever yet, but you will if you don’t come soon. And you need an Alpha marking you to bring your Heat down to a manageable level.”
“You…you want to mark me? As in taste me? With your tongue?” I asked. Carter had never offered to do such a thing—not that I’d wanted him to. Every part of my late husband had repulsed me—including his tongue.
The idea of Kor between my legs had the exact opposite effect on me—I felt tingles of anticipation at the thought. But at the same time, I felt shy and uncertain. Did he really want to taste me?
But the half-lidded look in his eyes dispelled my doubt.
“Hell yes, I want to taste your creamy little pussy, baby,” he growled softly. “Not just to bring down your Heat and to make you come—for my pleasure too.”
“Your pleasure?” I shook my head. “What kind of pleasure would you get out of it?”
His eyes burned into mine.
“All kinds of pleasure. The feeling of your beautiful thighs around my head…the sound of you moaning…the feel of your soft little pussy under my tongue and the taste of your sweet honey. Fuck, there’s no greater pleasure in the world—and I’m including fucking in that.”
I looked at him, wide-eyed.
“You really must like it?”
“Fuck yes, I like it. I love it,” he growled. Then he reached up and stroked my cheek. “But I can tell you’re shy. I’m guessing no one has ever tasted your soft little pussy before?”
“No, never.” I shook my head.
He shook his head.
“Uncle Carter was a fool. If I had you for my wife, I’d have my head buried between your legs twenty-four hours a day!”
“I…I want to let you do it,” I admitted. “I want to let you, er, taste me and make me come. But Kor, the Unbreakable Laws—”
“Don’t say anything about eating pussy,” he finished for me, firmly. “They’re all about breeding and knotting—I promise you, we’re not doing that tonight.”
“Well…if you promise,” I said.
“I promise,” he repeated. “Now why don’t you relax for me and let me taste your soft little pussy until you come for me, baby. Just relax and let me take care of you.”
“All right,” I whispered. And I relaxed against the pillows and let my thighs drift apart.
It might be wrong to let him do this, but I no longer had the willpower to say no. I just wanted to feel him tasting me and making me come, to ease the Heat growing relentlessly between my thighs.