Chapter 16 #3
“Sure,” I agree easily. It’s not as if I’m going to pay attention to whatever she puts on anyway, and as much as I love seeing her flustered, I’d rather be the one to cause it.
It’s cute how easily embarrassed she is, though.
“I’m not cute!” she argues, and I realise I must’ve said it aloud.
“You’re right. 'Cute' isn’t the word. You’re adorable.”
“You’re so beautiful,” I say as I lean in, brushing the hair off her shoulder, before tucking it behind her ear.
The TV is entirely forgotten once more as my lips brush her skin to whisper to her.
“I think you liked what you saw earlier, Omega. Your scent is so strong I can almost taste you on my tongue. Do you think you would like that, Arabella?”
“Like what?” She tilts her head, exposing her neck to me further, and possessive instincts cause my mouth to water as I imagine biting into the delicate flesh.
“If I got down on my knees before you and tasted your slick with my tongue?”
She presses her knees together, body trembling. “I’ve…” she trails off, bitter rejection filling her scent as she curls away from me. The need to soothe her, to fix whatever just went wrong, overwhelms me as my dominance and scent work together to comfort her.
“There’s no pressure, Arabella. We don’t have to do anything you aren’t ready for.” I reassure her, remaining still. I don’t want to pull away from her and make her feel rejected, but I can’t push her either.
“No, it’s not that; it’s just that I’ve only done that once—during my heat, the one I spent at the clinic. It’s not something my ex ever did,” she whispers, turning to me with vulnerable eyes. “I don't have a lot of experience, and I don’t want to be a disappointment.”
“Hey, it’s okay—”
“Shit, sorry,” she cuts me off, clearly feeling awkward. “My head just never shuts up, and I don’t want you to have to deal with that…with me and all my baggage.”
Well, at the very least I’m definitely setting her ex’s car on fire. I hate that he messed her up so badly that she believes there’s anything she could do to disappoint me. I’m so fucking hard my knot hurts, and all she’s done is sit there looking gorgeous.
I need to show her what she does to me, just by being herself.
That she doesn’t need to do anything to be worth everything.
“Stop listening to the thoughts in your head telling you lies.”
“I try, but—”
Her words cut off as I drop to my knees beside the couch, surprising her. I let my hands settle on her trembling thighs, trailing my fingers across them gently.
“Will you let me show you?” I growl, just enough to make her shiver. To distract her.
“Show me what?”
“How badly I want you, even when you think you’re not enough. That I would be happy on my knees, worshipping you, and that I don’t need you to give me anything in return, Omega.”
“How?” she whispers as I move in closer, slowly using my grip on her thighs to slowly spread them.
“Do you want me to show you?” I wait for her answer, watching her as she nibbles her bottom lip. Fuck, she’s so sexy. I wish she could see herself the way I see her.
“Yes.”
“Good girl,” I murmur, hoping the praise will help her relax. Her scent spikes with lust. “You can tell me to stop at any moment, and I will without hesitation. You’re safe with me, and I won’t do anything you don’t want, okay?”
“Okay.” She nods, wide, curious eyes watching me.
“Lie back. You can’t hear the thoughts in my head, and that’s probably for the best.” I smirk. “But I can show you what you do to me.”
“Reid, you don’t have to do this.” I can see her self-doubt creeping in every time her desire spikes. As if she was conditioned to feel guilty for being turned on. “This must be so much effort. I’m sure that's not what you wanted tonight—”
“Arabella,” I bark. The bark is soft, as I only want her to get out of her head long enough to let me in. “I am right where I want to be. What I wanted for tonight was to be close to you, but this isn’t just about what I want. What do you want, Omega?”
“I don’t know.” There’s more of that doubt. She doesn’t like asking for what she wants.
“I think you do. I think it’s what we both want.” My voice is a low growl as I trail my hand up her thigh. “I think you want me to bury my face between your thighs so I can fuck you with my mouth until you’re screaming my name, Arabella.”
“Jesus,” she gasps, the scent of her slick filling the air, making my knot ache.
“Fuck, I want to taste you so badly. I want your slick dripping down my chin as you ride my face.”
“Please.”
The needy words are my undoing.
“As you wish, Omega," I growl as I reach for the waistband of her leggings and tug them off her hips, right down her thighs. The urge to pounce is fucking strong, but I know she needs me to take my time. To talk her through this.
“So fucking good for me,” I praise. “Take your shirt off. I want to see all of you.”
Nervous, unsure eyes meet mine as she slowly removes her top.
“Fuck me, you’re so goddamn sexy.”
Her chest rises and falls with her rapid breaths as I reach up and caress her skin. When I drag my thumb back and forth over her nipple, her thighs shake.
“You got a towel, baby? I’m about to make a mess of you,” I ask, chuckling when she snatches a blanket off the back of her couch.
She lifts up, and I tuck it under her, then lean forward so I can press gentle kisses to her chest, down to the curve of her breasts.
“Oh, Reid!” she moans when I suck her nipple between my lips, dragging my teeth over the sensitive peak.
“Keep screaming for me just like that,” I growl as I grip her thighs and tug her toward me before draping her knees over my shoulders.
I pause for a moment, enjoying the sight of her perfect pussy.
“Reid?” she mutters.
“Just admiring you. I’ve been thinking about the taste of your slick since our first kiss.”
Her soft moans fill the air as I trail kisses up her thighs. One day, I want to spend hours making her come for me, over and over, but right now that's not what she needs.
It’s harder than I thought to take my time now that she’s so close. I bury my tongue into her slick pussy and moan for her as she squeezes my head between her legs.
“Shit,” she hisses.
Her breathless moan is addictive. As long as I live, I will never forget how good she tastes.
Mine.
I fuck my tongue in and out of her centre, loving the way she shakes under me, her slick making a mess of my face. When I focus on her clit, making quick circles with the point of my tongue before flattening it and licking her slowly, she cries out beautifully.
“I’m close! I’m going to come,” she whines, a death grip in my hair as she shakes for me.
The desperate need to bury my knot inside of her is overwhelming.
I want to fuck her until she’s screaming my name, our bodies locked together as my cum fills her centre.
Using her slick, I carefully push two fingers inside her pussy, curling them against her g-spot as I suck her clit, using my tongue to create friction, and then I purr.
The vibration, or maybe just the sound itself, sends her screaming over the edge. Her slick tastes like warm honey as she comes hard, pussy clamping around my fingers.
“That…holy fuck,” she gasps when I lean back, looking up at her from between her thighs. “Holy fuck.”
“You’re so fucking good, Omega. Such a good girl for me.”
As I lean back, lowering her legs to the couch, her gaze drops to the front of my jeans.
“Do you want me to, um…”
“I want cuddles,” I tell her instead, taking a seat on her couch and pulling her into my lap.
I swear she practically purrs against my chest as we snuggle close, trading gentle, unhurried kisses until we both drift off right there.