Page 86 of Nest Of Lies

“I asked you. I want you to do it right now.”

“Right now?”

“Yes. Here, right now.”

There’s a vulnerability in her scent that makes me want to growl. I reach and undo my belt, just to gauge her reaction. If at any point she tells me to stop, I’ll do it. I’ll do anything for Lia.

The scent of marshmallows makes my mouth water, and her breathing quickens. I crawl up over her, even tighter so we’re pressed back to chest, pressing my weight into her. She sighs and arches her back. I don’t even think she does it consciously, but her ass is now pressed up tight against my groin.

Fuck! The feel of her. She’s so soft under me, the hitch in her breathing, that scent. Everything about her confuses and drugs my senses. I fight for control.

I reverse direction, slip off the bed, and pull off my clothes. She sits back on her heels, watching me with a glazed look in her eyes.

“Lia, take your clothes off.”

She slowly slides to the edge of the bed and stands up, peeling her clothes off. I watch as she reveals herself to me.

Lia Raines is perfection. If there is a goddess, I’m sure Lia is her in human form. Her skin is golden and seems to shimmer. She’s got curves and thighs that aren’t stick skinny. Meat on her. Her breasts are high and a perfect handful with dusky pink tips that I want to take into my mouth and suck on until they turn cherry red.

I realise I’m staring at her and break it, stepping forward. She clenches her hands into fists at her side and looks down at the ground.

“Lia, you’re the most beautiful omega, beta, switch I’ve ever seen.”

She lifts her eyes, and there is so much fear there that I pause.

“We can stop-”

Before I’ve even finished my sentence, she’s shaking her head.

I grab her and pull her to me before I twist, falling on my back in the bed, with her on top of me.

When she stops panicking, I slide my hand up her thigh and grip her ass.

Her knee is up near my hip, the warm heat of her pussy settled in agonised proximity of my aching cock. I slide that hand up her back and over her shoulders.

“Oooh, my naked skin is scary, isn’t it?” I tease.

“Maybe you should try getting a tan. I wouldn’t have thought I saw a ghost.”

I bark out a laugh. “Snarky omega.”

“Pushy alpha.”

“Kiss me, Lia.” My demand ends the humour and brings uncertainty back into her eyes.

She licks her lips and focuses on my mouth. She can’t look away.

“You’ve kissed me a million times. Don’t tell me you’re scared.”

“Yeah, but you were always wearing clothes,” Lia mutters. “You’re not as scary when you’re wearing clothes.”

I smirk. “I can put them back on.”

She growls and lowers her face. Her blue-green eyes seem to sparkle as she hesitates.

“Coward,” I tease her in a whisper.

Those eyes turn to blue fire, and she presses her lips to mine. A kiss from Lia is a kiss that sets my blood on fire at the best of times. But her kissing me while I’m naked takes everything to the next level.

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