Page 5 of Knight Life In Vegas

“Absolutely not.” He scooped me back up, his hands cradling the underside of my thighs as he navigated the apartment without breaking his kiss.

I should have felt hesitation, something to remind me that this alpha would be the first man I had been with since my divorce, but instead every nerve hummed like a live wire. How was I supposed to think past the aching pulse of my pussy?

He tipped us onto his bed and a cloud of orange liqueur with a hint of warm spices rose up and enveloped me.

Some ancient part of me burst to life and rearranged the universe, pulling us to orbit each other.

Scent match.

I wasn’t surehowI knew it, but I did with every fiber of my being. My blockers hadn’t worn off so he wouldn’t recognize me as the same. Before I could think about it too much, his mouthwas back on mine, the warmth of his body caging me in. His lips trailing down my skin had me squirming, and each breath was saturated by the remnants of his scent embedded in the fabric, an undeniable craving building with every inhalation.

I dragged his shirt off and tried to shimmy down the bed so the movement would pull up my dress, but he was way ahead of me already. His shirt met the floor and his hands swept up my thighs, taking the hem of my dress with it. Panic whispered in the back of my mind. This was so new. It’s been so long since this happened with anyone besides Andrew. The thoughts were suffocated when his fingers plunged into my panties to stroke my slick-soaked pussy.

His groan only made the craving worse. I bucked against his hand, trying to wrestle myself out of my dress.

“You’re soaked, duchess.”

“Duchess?” I asked breathlessly, succeeding only in tangling myself when I was too impatient to undo the zipper on the side.

“I would go with princess but it doesn’t sound as refined, and even though I’ve already decided you’re a goddess and queen would suit, it doesn’t roll off the tongue like duchess.” He chuckled. “Let me help.”

I ground my teeth together to silence my whine when his fingers slipped away to help me undo my satin and lace prison. He stripped me of it easily, leaving me in black lace that matched the overlay. I had bought the set on impulse. Everything I had once worn for my ex-husband had been given away or burned. This was new. A symbol of the life I was trying to claim.

“You are so fucking beautiful. Do you have any opposition to me eating your cunt until you cry?”

How was I supposed to answer that? I shook my head and curled my fingers into his bedding, holding my breath as he kissed his way down my body and hooked his fingers into my panties to draw them away. This was another new thing.Obviously I knew this specific act happened, but it hadn’t happened tome. Another thing my ex had never bothered with.

“Wait,” I gasped out.

“Hmm?”

“What’s your name?”

Of the possible reactions he could’ve had, I hadn’t expected laughter. “I suppose that’s something I should share before getting my mouth on you. It’s Francisco, but my friends call me Chico.”

I tucked that information away, strangely soothed though it was only one small fact that made up this alpha who was watching me from between my thighs.

“Do I get to know yours too, duchess?”

“I like the one you gave me.”

He kept steady eye contact as he lowered his face and swiped his tongue through my folds, almost making me leap right off the bed.

“I do love you squirming for me.” He braced a hand on each thigh and spread me open like a book. The pressure of his containment heightened every sweep of his tongue, the strange and delicious sensation breaking off every word I tried to form—he needed no encouragement anyway—and reducing me to pitiful whining and whimpers, as I breathed so hard my vision began to swim.

When he added his fingers to the mix and focused his tongue on my clit, I detonated in his arms. I latched my fingers into his hair, unable to catch my breath. Surely he wasn’t actuallyseriousabout the crying part? I wasn’t entirely certain since he didn’t let up and slid another finger into me. Too many things tumbled around in my head: My ex-husband wouldnever,had neverdone this. Myscent matchwas eating me out. And what sort of witchcraft was he doing with that tongue?

I knew from my own personal time that once my engine was revved it wasn’t hard to keep going, I simply wasn’t used to it with a partner.

With one of his hands occupied, it freed up my leg, and I hooked my calf behind his head to tug him closer. I didn’t even recognize the sounds I was making for him, which seemed fair since I didn’t recognize the sensations he was causing in me.

Giving myself some special attention when my ex had been on his numerous work trips was a far cry from a dedicated lover.

Francisco’s tongue and touch drove me to delirium, my throat raw and aching from all of my whining.

One of my whimpers danced dangerously close to a sob as he mercilessly drove me over the peak again, and then hefinallyreleased me to draw a breath.

His purr washed over me as he slid up my body to claim my mouth. My scent was too diluted with the blockers to come through on his lips, but the sweetness of my omega nature was ever-present. “What do you think about me burying my cock in this gorgeous body, duchess?”

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