I all but sobbed in agreement, feeling more empty than ever.
“Tell me you want me to take those rich girl problems away,” Blake purred, cupping my pussy so possessively that I briefly bared my neck before remembering myself. “Tell me you want these rough, working-class hands all over you. In your cunt, in your mouth, around your throat.”
Blake’s alpha dominance was clear in every word, every movement, but I felt oddly certain that he would never use his bark on me. Seemingly without doing anything, he was making me feel incredibly safe.
“I need you. Only you. Please—”
“Legs up. Hold them in place.”
I didn’t hesitate, gripping the back of my knees and pulling them up as high as I could, exposing myself entirely.
“Spread those lips for me, princess. I can’t do all the work.”
“You haven’t done any work yet,” I muttered, my face burning as I slipped a hand between my legs, shaping my fingers like a V and putting my slick-covered pussy on show.
He cut me an entirely unapologetic grin before looking between my thighs with a sigh that was somehow disappointed, amused, and aroused all at once. It was a potent combination.
“And yet, look how desperate you are for me, princess.” He tutted. “Anyone would think you’ve never had a proper fucking before.”
Blake lowered his head slowly, scraping his beard over my inner thigh, coating his face in the scent of my arousal and sparking my own possessive instincts.
Don’t get attached. It’s just great sexual chemistry. That doesn’t mean he’s your soulmate.
Though, that resolve grew shaky at the first few confident swipes of Blake’s tongue. Maybe he was my soulmate. I liked to believe my soulmate would be as devout of a disciple of pussy eating as Blake was. He was enthusiastic and not at all self-conscious. I was desperate to move, but he kept me pinned in place with my bunched-up skirt, the weight of his forearm bearing down on my hip.
I gasped my way through another soul-blistering orgasm, my hands fisting Blake’s hair, though I wasn’t sure if I was pulling him close or pushing him away.
He stood up as I floated back to earth, wiping his glistening beard on the back of his hand, his hard cock pressed so tightly against his jeans that it had to be hurting.
“My turn, princess.”
Chapter 6
BLAKE
Istripped off as fast as I could remove my clothes without tearing them, and climbed onto the bed, grabbing Inika the moment I was lying down and lifting her on top of me.
She sucked in a breath as her palms landed on my chest to steady herself, looking down at me through hazy eyes.
“You’re so strong,” she whispered, as though there was anything impressive about me lifting her up. In reality, I had so many alpha hormones coursing through my body right now that I could probably lift a lorry.
Inika’s gaze was wide and trusting, and it was too intimate, too intense. The level of attraction I felt for her bordered on too much—I had to channel it into fucking her before I said or did something stupid.
“Get on my cock, omega. Are you going to take this knot?”
Inika’s elegant, cream-coloured nails dug into my chest as she nodded, lifting herself up on her knees so I could line myself up with her dripping entrance.
“We’ll see,” I replied dismissively, knowing how hot it made her. “Ride me well enough to earn it first.”
I grabbed her hips, yanking her down roughly and filling her in one thrust. Inika’s eyes rolled back, her lips parted on a silent moan. As desperate as I was to see her without that soft, expensive shirt on, I couldn’t deny that the fact she was almost fully clothed held its own appeal.
She looked so elegant from the outside. Until you flipped up that little skirt and saw the desperate, needy mess she was underneath.
“Fuck,” I rasped as she clenched around me. Hot, wet, perfect.
“You feel so good,” she slurred, tipping her head back and rolling her hips. Her long dark hair had come loose at some point, and it fell down her back and over her shoulders in silky waves.
“So do you,” I replied hoarsely, tightening my hold on her hips so I could bounce her on my cock, and get out of my goddamn feelings.