Page 125 of Candy & Her Saints

He kisses the back of my hand, across the head of the snake tattoo.

He’s thanking me for the gift.

Accepting my official courting like I’m an Alpha.

Butterflies swarm in my stomach.

What we’re playing at now is dangerous, challenging society’s expectations and laws, but I don’t care.

He turns my hand and kisses my palm as well.

I jump, as his cool tongue licks me. His brow is creased with concentration, however, as he licks me in a pattern.

Are those letters?

Lick, lick, lick.

I hold my breath at what he’s spelling out.

M

Y

H

O

M

E

I’m his home.

My eyes sting with tears. “You’re mine too, my Omega soul mate.”

Ghost gives my palm a final kiss.

I wriggle off him, and he sits up.

I shake the bottle. “Want to try this out together? I don’t know if you’re a virgin…?”

For the first time, Ghost’s expression becomes genuinely shy.

When he nods and points at me with a determined look, I know what he means.

He wants me to be his first.

I want that too.

When I kneel up opposite him, he mirrors me.

“Well, then why don’t we show each other what we like?” My lips quirk. “When we explore each other’s bodies, it’ll help. Plus, it’ll make me hot to see your hand wrapped around your cock, stroking yourself in just the way that makes you gasp and jerking off like you do when you’re alone and nobody can see. Do you want that too? For me to show you how I love to be touched?”

Ghost’s eyes are wide and glassy.

Have I short circuited his mind?

Then he undoes the button on his jeans with a challenging quirk of his brow and shoves them down.

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