Page 32 of Wrong Number, Right Unicorn

Davien’s breath hitched. “Gods, look at you,” he groaned, pressing his hand into the bulge in his pants.

I ran my hands down my torso, loving the way his eyes followed every movement. I toyed with my belt buckle, my confidence bolstered by the desire pouring off of him. I might not have been a skilled stripper, but I was doing okay.

“Please.” Davien’s plea wrapped around me.

I slid the leather through the loops with agonizing slowness. If he kept looking at me like that, my slow tease was going to be replaced with tearing my clothes off. I eased my pants down my hips.

“You’re killing me, Errol.”

I turned, giving him a view of my ass as I stepped out of my pants. His sharp intake of breath sent a thrill through me.

“Like what you see?” I teased.

“You have no idea.” Only I did, and I freaking loved it.

I faced him again, hooking my thumbs in the waistband of my boxer briefs. Davien leaned forward, his eyes dark with lust. I slowly inched the fabric down, my cock springing free, already thick and heavy for him.

“You’re perfect.”

I stood before him, naked and ready for the next step in my plan.

“Your turn,” I purred, gesturing for him to stand.

Davien stood, his shirt already lying crumpled on the floor. He’d managed to get it off before I’d even clicked the door shut. He must’ve been tearing at it from the time we walked through the door. I loved that he desired me so completely.

He undid his pants, revealing black briefs that hugged his already hard length. I ached to touch him, but I forced myself to wait just a little bit longer

I stepped closer, running a fingertip along his collarbone and over the mate mark I’d given him before I even knew what it was.

“You like that?”

“Gods, yes,” he hissed.

“I want one too.” I kissed his mark. “A matching pair.”

“Are you sure? It’s not a decision to make lightly.”

“More than anything. Make me yours today, alpha. In all ways.” My fingers dipped lower, brushing against the heat of his erection. I wanted to consume him, to feel every inch of him against me. “Alpha, please?”

“Anything for you. Anything.”

I slid my hand inside his boxers, wrapping my fingers around him. He moaned, his hips bucking into my touch. I pushed the fabric of his underwear down his thighs, taking my time, savoring the anticipation.

His cock sprang free, thick and hard, bouncing against his abs. I circled the head with my tongue, savoring his salty scent. He tasted divine—musky and masculine, like a tasty delight made just for me.

And from what I’d learned today, he was.

“Errol.” It was more of a moan than a word.

I continued my homage to his cock, licking and sucking, exploring every inch of him. His length was hot and hard in my mouth. I wanted him so badly, but I wasn’t done teasing him yet. He loved a good edging, and I did too, but I wasn’t going to make it long. Not today.

I stood, and our eyes met. The hunger in his gaze was almost as strong as my own.

“I want you.” I nipped at his bottom lip. “No. I need you.”

“I need you too, omega mine. More than my next breath.”

I climbed onto the bed and settled onto my hands and knees, my ass in the air, my legs spread wide enough for him to see how slick I was for him.

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