Page 10 of A Knotty Choice: The Seduction of Sharon

“I think it tastes perfect on you.”

When he didn’t lean in to kiss me again or move his hands any farther than to stroke my skin with his fingertips, I looked away in search of his glass. Spotting it balanced on the armrest, I snatched it up and took a mouthful before I could think twice. Clenching my eyes closed as my lips curled, I forced it down and panted another breath before meeting his dark eyes again.

“So have some more.”

His dark eyes seemed to go completely black as he moved one hand to cup the back of my head, pulling me in to claim my mouth again. I squirmed atop him, rocking my hips in search of friction. The rest of the room and the people in it had faded away, and all that mattered was the alpha I clung to.

He finally moved his hand farther up my thigh, his thumb circling on the inner side. It sent little jolts straight to my clit, teasing me and twisting the tension in my belly even tighter. The slick slide of his tongue against mine and the heat of his hand inching closer to my core were all I could think about. Not even the need for air could make me pull away.

His thumb brushed the edge of my soaked panties, making me gasp. The next stroke was straight down the center of the drenched fabric, causing me to jerk my hips as he pressed over my clit before moving down to push against my entrance.

He released my mouth, rubbing his cheek along mine to kiss the corner of my jaw. The scrape of his beard made heat spread down my neck as he tipped my head to the side to give him access to my throat.

“Do you need to be filled, little omega? Do you need an alpha cock in this wet pussy?”

He pushed a little harder, forcing the lace of my panties through my opening as he whispered against my ear before sucking the lobe into his mouth. I drew in a stuttering breath as my hips ground down, my core clenching.

“Y—Yes.”

It was hard to force out the word, but I was so desperate I’d beg if he wanted me to.

And if he didn’t give me more than teasing pressure, I might just start begging anyway.

Chapter Six

Alexandros

The omega in my arms was pure ambrosia. The way she smelled, the way she felt, even her breathy little gasps and the way her nails curled into my chest through my shirt. The atmosphere in the room had brought her passion to the surface, and I was ready to take full advantage of it.

“Well, I can’t fuck you through my pants.”

I smirked against her skin as her hands dropped to my waist, fingers scrabbling at my belt. Tightening my hand in the hair at the back of her head, I bowed her backwards, giving her a little space between our bodies to be able to work the buckle. The position thrust her breast up, and I let out a low growl as I bit at one nipple through her clothing.

Jerking, she let out a little mewl as I moved my jaw, her hands pausing for a moment before renewing their attempt to free me. She managed to open my belt and the button on my slacks, but she was having trouble with the zipper.

I switched to the other side, applying more pressure than I would have if she’d been bare since she had the cushion of her bra. I’d have rather felt the smoothness of her flesh in my mouth over the fabric of her shirt, but I didn’t want to move either of my hands.

Rubbing my thumb in a circle, I teased her entrance as I tugged on her nipple with my teeth. Her hips rocked with me, searching for the friction and stretch she needed. The lace under my finger was drenched to the point that her slick was seeping straight through it to wet my flesh, and my cock ached to replace the digit.

She finally got the zipper down so she could reach inside, and I let out a hiss as her fingers connected with my throbbing shaft. There was nothing else between her little hand and my length, and she wasted no time taking hold of it and angling it toward her center.

I released her nipple and allowed her to straighten as I scooted down in my seat. Sliding both hands under her skirt, I grabbed the waistband of her panties, pulling to the sides until the lace split under the pressure. I almost tossed them aside after I pulled it from between her legs, but the possessive side of me didn’t want anyone else to scent her slick, so I stuffed the fabric behind my back before taking hold of her hips again. Her hand hadn’t left my cock, so all I had to do was drag her closer, and her entrance kissed the crown.

Moaning, she wiggled atop me, taking more of my tip between her lower lips. The sight was mesmerizing as her body opened to accept me. I simply sat and watched as she worked herself farther down my shaft, the wet heat of her swallowing my flesh at a steady pace. She didn’t stop until my entire length had disappeared, and I finally dragged my gaze back up to her face.

Chest heaving, she sat with her eyes closed, her inner muscles rippling around me. Her lips were parted, bottom lip swollen from my kisses and her biting it.

I’d never seen a more beautiful woman.

“That’s a good girl, you took the whole thing. Right here in front of all these other alphas. Does it feel good?”

Her eyes popped open when I mentioned the others in the room, and she shot a glance over her shoulder. People were still grinding on the dance floor, but there were many doing more than that on the couches and tables against the walls. Roderic still sat on the couch beside us, but he’d scooted to the far end, his fingers curling into the padding of the seat as his nostrils flared. Scenting an omega’s slick when he knew he couldn’t touch her had to be torture, but my friend had always been a bit of a masochistic.

I wasn’t surprised to spot Ilias on the other couch, also at the far end. He’d said he wanted to watch, and he was palming himself through his pants as he stared at where her skirt had ridden up in the back.

Part of me snarled at having other alphas so close, but I pushed that side down. I’d fucked betas in front of others, and this shouldn’t be any different. I’d let them have their fun watching.

“Are you going to answer me, kitten?”

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