I surge forward, dragging my tongue through her slick, and the sound she makes – the wrecked little sob of pleasure – nearly undoes me.
The moment my tongue touches her, I’m dragged back to that night.
I remember the way she’d gasped then too, the way she’d clutched at me, desperate and reckless, as if the world outside the hotel room hadn’t existed. We’d burned together, bodies tangled in sweat-damp sheets, her soft moans filling the air as I drove her over the edge again and again. I hadn’t known her name. She hadn’t asked for mine. It should’ve been a forgettable one-night stand.
Except it wasn’t.
I couldn’t fucking forget her.
And now, with her spread out beneath me again, her scent thick in the air, her body trembling with need, I know why.
Because she’s mine. She was always meant to be mine.
Satisfaction slams into me, my instincts roaring in triumph, my cock aching to claim her. I should’ve known. No wonder I haven’t been able to get her out of my head. No wonder no one else has come close since.
She’s my scent match.
And she’s in heat. For me.
A low growl rumbles in my chest as I grip her thighs, using my broad shoulders to keep them spread, holding her still, my mouth working her over with slow, devastating precision. I remember how she’d come undone for me before, how her body had shuddered and clenched around me like she’d been made for it. I want to see her like that again – no, Ineedto.
Her fingers tangle in my hair, tugging hard, and I groan in pleasure at the sharp spike of pain. “Lorcan. Please?—”
Fuck, I can’t drag this out any longer.
I slide two fingers into her, curling them just right, and the cry that rips from her throat is everything. She’s so tight, so wet, clenching down like she’s trying to pull me deeper, and the memory of being inside her – hot, perfect, endless – slams into me so hard I nearly lose control.
“Yeah, that’s it,” I rasp against her thigh, watching the way she writhes, her pupils blown wide, her lips parted in breathless, pleading moans. “Just like before, Red. Gonna make you come so hard you forget your own name.”
Her body tenses, her thighs trembling in my grip, and I know she’s close – so close. And fuck, I need to see her fall apart. Need to feel it. Taste it. Drown in it.
I press my tongue against her clit, my fingers fucking into her just right, and gently command, “Come for me, Omega.”
The command wrecks her.
Her entire body goes taut, her back arching off the mattress as she cries out, trembling beneath me. Her scent spikes, thick and intoxicating, and Ifeelthe way she pulses around my fingers, slick coating my hand and drenching the sheets as she shatters.
Fuck.
I don’t stop. I can’t. My mouth stays on her, my fingers coaxing every last wave of pleasure from her body, dragging it out until she’s a shaking, wrecked mess beneath me. Until my name spills from her lips in a gasping, pleading whimper.
I finally pull back, dragging my tongue over my bottom lip, tasting her. She’s more caramel pecan than apple pie now, but just as delicious. More so.
Her thighs are still trembling where they rest against my shoulders, her chest rising and falling with quick, uneven breaths, and I know I will never get enough of this woman. This omega.Myomega.
I shift up over her, my hands bracing on either side of her head, watching the way her dazed eyes struggle to focus on me. I feel her heat, the way her body still thrums with it, begging for more.
My cock is throbbing, straining against my trousers, desperate for relief, but I don’t rush her. Iwon’t– not until she tells me to.
Instead, I dip my head, pressing a slow, open-mouthed kiss to her throat, letting her feel my restraint even as my body screams to claim her.
“You okay?” I ask, my voice thick, rough.
She exhales shakily, her hands sliding up my arms, fingertips digging into my shoulders like she’s grounding herself. “Yeah.” A breath, then, softer, “More.”
My jaw tightens, restraint fraying. “You sure?”
She nods, eyes dark, lips parted, her scent still flooding the room,demanding.