Page 50 of The Gamma's Second Chance

He removes his fingers from my pussy and swats my ass twice in quick succession, then rubs it to soothe away the sharp sting. “Open your eyes and read.”

His fingertips graze my entrance as he massages my smarting ass cheek. I snap my eyes open and blink through the lust-induced haze to find my place in the text of the book. His hands roam my body, and my teeth sink into my lip.

I force myself to keep my eyes open and read instead of giving in to the intense sensations rippling through my body as he caresses every inch of me and gazes at my exposed body with a crippling hunger. I’ve never felt more vulnerable, and yet, I’ve never felt safer, either.

“What else is he teasing on her body?” Nolan’s voice snaps me out of another trance and I whip my head towards him, my mouth hanging open as my breath escapes in quick, short exhales.

“Her ass,” I say, finally finding my voice.

His fingers freeze on my body, and his brow raises, his eyes flicking towards my butt and then back to my face. He glides the tip of his finger through my arousal again, spreading it along the outer lips of my pussy and up through my ass cheeks, where he circles my hole with his coated digit. “Like this?”

My jaw tightens, my thighs clench, and a low noise sounds in my throat as I rock back towards his finger. “Yes…”

The satisfied rumble in his chest matches the appreciation gleaming in his eyes. He brings more of my arousal up to my asshole and teases it, savoring my noises and expressions as he does. His other hand returns to my breasts, and he plays with both of them, switching between each as he massages them withrough squeezes and tugs on my nipples, the harsh touches on my breasts a delicious contrast to the light teasing of my ass. My body moves of its own accord, rocking between his hands on my breasts and his finger between my cheeks, seeking his touches, my eyes staying open and locked on him the entire time.

The tip of his thumb presses against the rim of my asshole, and I groan, shifting my hips to meet him, but he removes it before it goes any further. “I don’t have any lube nearby,” he says, drawing a circle around the sensitive, tormented opening. “Otherwise I’d give you more.”

I nod, and he gives my ass a squeeze, bringing his other hand to my pussy to continue fingering me. He pumps two fingers in while his free hand rubs my butt and the backs of my thighs.

“You’re something else, you know that?” he asks, leaning forward to kiss my hip bone. “So sensual, and soft, and sensitive.” He drags his nose along my side, inhaling, until he reaches my breast. He runs his tongue over the curve and groans. “So delectable too.”

“Nolan…” I drag his name out like a moan and a song, my body trembling and on edge, so close to an orgasm.

He kisses my shoulder and smiles against my skin. “Read,” he orders, nodding towards my tablet. “Tell me what else is happening.”

“Right now…” I sigh as he kisses my neck, and his fingers pump harder into my pussy. “Goddess…” I roll my neck, baring it for him to scrape it with his teeth, which sends a zing of pleasure straight to my clit. “Nolan, I can’t focus…”

“You’ve already read it,” he says. “You just have to say it out loud now.”

“It’s describing the moment,” I say, closing my eyes and allowing my body to sink into the pleasure he’s bringing me. “The sensations, the emotions, the sounds of the other people…”

Nolan freezes and stands straight, his hands no longer playing with my pliant body. He grips my chin, tugging me so I rise onto my knees and I’m eye level with him, his other hand resting on my hip. “What other people?”

“The other guests at the party. They’re all in a big room and—”

Every muscle in his body tightens, and he yanks my face closer. “Wait. You’re telling me others are watching them do all of this? They’re not alone?”

I shake my head. “No. They’re exhibitionists, and they’re at a sex party. They like being watched.”

His brow furrows. “And the male is just… fine with this?”

“No one else is touching her. They’re just watching.”

“Is that something you like? Others watching you while you have sex? Do you want me to fuck you in front of an audience? Because I don’t know if…” He shakes his head and exhales, his jaw clenching.

My eyes dart between his, scanning his face and taking in the growing possessiveness in his gaze. His throat works as he waits for my response. A mix of apprehension and willingness displays in his eyes and on his face, telling me what his words can’t—he would do it if I wanted it. But it would be difficult for him to let others watch us as we’re intimate.

My tongue darts out to wet my lips, and his sharp eyes track the motion. “Reading it is one thing,” I say, stroking his face with my fingertips. He nuzzles his face into my palm and I rub his cheekbone with my thumb. “But I don’t think I would enjoy inviting others into the bedroom with us.” I lean my face closer to his so our noses brush together. “I like it when it’s just you taking command of my body.”

He relaxes and breathes out a sigh of relief, his grip on my chin and hip softening, the fierce jealousy fading from his eyes. His touch turns tender, and he kisses the tip of my nose. It’s a gentle, sweet gesture that, while adorable, isn’t what I need or wantfrom him. Not right now. I need the rough, possessive Nolan. I want the uninhibited male, the beast who gives me everything he has and more.

My lips twitch as I prepare myself to bring that male back, to provoke him so he’ll show me that side again and fuck me until my throat is raw from screaming his name and my body bruised from his hold on me. “Although, a long time ago, werewolves used to claim their female in front of—”

His roar echoes through the room, and his fingers dig hard into my skin before he storms away from me and over to my bags on the dresser. I collapse to the mattress in surprise, my heart racing, excitement flooding through me as his roughness returns.

He returns to the bed in a flash, something clutched in his fist, and tugs me to the edge of the mattress. He spreads my thighs as he kneels between them, his hand holding me so I’m completely exposed to his ravenous, possessive eyes. I prop myself on my elbows, my chest heaving as something tickles the skin of my inner thigh near my pussy, and my eyes widen as I watch him write his name on my skin with a permanent marker.

It’s an echo of the swirling dance of his fingertips from my dream and from yesterday when he worshiped my body from his knees as he pinned me to the front door.

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