Page 138 of Priceless

Eager.

Watching Micah move, working himself into me inch by inch, luminous waves splashing against his ribs… I understood the desire to paint the image and capture it forever.

Pleasure swirled, but it was different. Deeper. Everything bloomed in a way that was familiar, but I’d never felt anything like it. I could imagine feeling Everett’s piercing here and loving it. I could imagine two of them?—

Micah threw one leg over his shoulder so a hand was free. And fuck, he used it. “I think you need more, princess.”

Water surged around our hips, drowning us and his hand as he slid two fingers inside me. Full of his cock and now his fingers… it was like Cam and the cock sleeve. So thick it was impossible and delightful and lighting my nerves up brighter than the luminescent water. Yet, without needing to say it, I knew I could take more if they asked.

My Omega wanted this again and more. Now that she knew what was possible, she wanted everything.

Thrusting his hand and hips together, Micah released that part of him he’d been holding back. The darker, brooding piece of his Alpha that hid beneath the art and his occasional silence. That sliver of himself that wanted to hold me beneath the waves for his pleasure and give in to the darkness.

And at the same time, he was still the man that wanted to caress me simply to see me blush. To hold me through my nightmares. He was a contradiction that made sense. And he was mine.

Micah’s thumb circled my clit.

That was all it took.

The subtle pleasure that had grown from newness slammed into me like a tidal wave. Hard and fast, gone like a firework, but there.

My husband wasn’t finished.

Another thing to tell Cameron. I loved that space before the orgasm where it felt like drowning in desperate pleasure. But I loved the space after it too. Being fucked because they hadn’t had enough of me yet, or knowing they’d taken the time to push me over the edge first. It felt good.

I hadn’t known I loved it until now.

Even if I didn’t have another orgasm, I loved this. Pleasure and warmth in my chest and the beauty of Micah staring down at me like he’d crawled out of the sea specifically to take my ass and make it his.

“Princess,” he said. The next words were lost in the water. The waves were nearly covering me now, and I didn’t fucking care.

In the next second he pulled out of me and groaned. His orgasm splashed on my skin, painting me in an entirely different way before that, too, was washed away. Micah went stiff, working his cock until every last drop was squeezed out.

And then?—

Oh fuck.

Micah dropped to the sand, burying his head between my legs even as the water covered his head. What he wanted, he was giving me. Every part of me was sensitive. So fucking sensitive from being fucked elsewhere but barely touched. The water pushing and pulling and dragging added to the overload.

He needed to breathe, didn’t he?

My husband needed to breathe, but he didn’t breathe. Licking, sucking, swirling, and all the way around again until I was grabbing his hair and holding him there out of desperation because I was so fucking close but he was going to drown.

Those two fingers slid back into me, joined by a third, and Micah knew exactly where to thrust to finish me.

My cries were lost in the sound of the wind and waves, the heat of my orgasm mixing with the tides, and still he didn’t fucking breathe until I was done and collapsed and shuddering with every flick of his tongue.

Only then did he crawl up my body with wild light in his eyes. “Mine.”

I tasted both of us on his lips.

“I thought you were going to drown.”

“Never. Because if I drowned I could never do that again, and I plan to.”

“Fuck me on the beach?” I raised an eyebrow.

“Pretty much anywhere, but yes, definitely the beach. The one by our house hasn’t been christened yet. We’ll have to take care of that.”

---