Page 49 of Sweet Heat

“You’re going to be the death of me, omega.” Miller’s arms circle around me, his warm chest pressing against my back, and I tip my head in submission—ready to let him lead.

Ready to take the first step into the rest of our lives.

Chapter Twenty-Six

Being skin-to-skin with Posie will never lose its luster. And seeing her confident and ready to take charge? Sign me up.

When she started stripping, I quickly shucked my clothing, wanting nothing between us, and now my angry cock presses against her ass, ready to detonate before we get to the main event. The clothing between us makes me irrationally angry, and I drop my fingers to the top of her leggings.

Rip. Tear. Shred.

My instincts are near the surface, but I don’t want to scare my perfect Puff. She means more to me than anything, and with that disgusting metallic lotion, I can’t read her scent. So, I hesitate.

“Yes or no, Puff? I’ll wait as long as you need.” With a mumbled slew of nonsensical words, Posie’s fingers come up to gripmine, and slowly, she helps me pull the pants lower. Staring at our reflection, I watch each smooth inch of skin reveal, and my cock becomes a steel beam, growing harder by the second. “I need words.”

She mumbles some more while holding my hands hostage to work her clothing down further. Just as the top of her mound is about to come into view, I gently free my hand and splay it over her lower belly to stop her.

“I need to know what you want, sweet girl… please,” I beg, holding her steady. Her body shakes with desire, and I catch a heady whiff of her slick. Clenching my jaw, I do my best to ride the razor edge, keeping my Alpha contained enough to wait for consent.

“You, Miller. I want you,” she whimpers, arching forward and pressing harder against my hand. Writhing, she stands on her tiptoes, trying to get my fingers closer to her pussy.

“More, Puff. Tell me more,” I demand. Power edges into my tone, but it’s not a bark. I’d rather die than take her will. She shimmies her leggings down, bringing her panties with them to land lower on her thighs. Moving slowly, I position us by the sink, closer to the mirror, so I can see every detail of her face.

And it’s stunning. Posie’s brown eyes are glazed with desire, and her lips are scarlet from my kisses. Her skin glows, radiant and dewy.

“I wanteverything,” she pants.

“You want my hand torturing your little clit?” I rasp slowly, sliding my fingers over her soft belly. It twitches under my palm before pressing forward.

“Y-yes.” Posie widens her legs as far as they’ll go with her leggings restraining them.

“You want my mouth on every inch of your fucking perfect body?” Tracking every movement in the mirror, my hand cups her mound, and she moans like it’s the best feeling in the world. Slick coats my digits, but using every ounce of control I possess, I wait for her answer.

“P-please.” She thrashes. A deep red flush starts on her chest and works its way up her neck.

“You want my cock? Want it to be the first one in your tight virgin pussy?” Saliva pools in my mouth, and a dark, possessive need grabs me in a chokehold until it’s nearly impossible to breathe. My cock dribbles pre-cum, and my balls tighten at the mere thought of sliding into her heat.

“And your knot,” she cries, trying to get more friction. Staring at our reflection, all her curves pressed against my hard angles, the shine of her arousal on her thighs—I can’t hold back any longer.

“Then it’s yours. Forever,” I promise, yanking her around and taking her mouth with a fierceness that makes her heart slam against my ribs. Posie yields to me immediately, opening so I can sweep my tongue in and devour her, giving me everything I need and never thought was possible. Together, we ditch pants and panties, tossing them somewhere on the floor and leaving her in just a bra. “Now you’re going to let me clean every molecule of that shitty lotion off you. Then I’m gonna make you mine.”

“Not sure I can wait that long,” she pants, rubbing her thighs together.

Snapping the bra off, I lift her into my arms, and she wraps her legs around my hips.

“Never said you’d have to wait, Puff.” I nip her earlobe. The tip of my cock slides through her folds, rubbing against her little pink clit, and she moans. It’s my new favorite sound, and as I turn the faucet to get the shower going, I thrust again and again, tapping that bundle of nerves over and over until she’s shaking.

Fucking hell. The friction alone has me closer than I want to be, but as I step into the steamed-up shower, I do it again. Harder, faster, over and over until her eyes roll back and she comes with a cry. Slick surges from her core, sliding down my shaft and bathing me in her scent as I step under one of the showerheads.

The water sluices over us, adding to the sensory overload, and like a two-pump chump, I can’t hold back.Fuckkkk.Pleasure tingles at the base of my spine, spiraling up and taking over. My balls draw up, and ecstasy swamps me, causing my cock to pulse.

With a shout, my release sprays over our stomachs. My Alpha loves how we smell, our combined pleasure filling the steamy shower, and I can’t stop myself from raking my teeth right over the spot I’ll bite during her heat.

The heavenly place where her neck meets her shoulder. Pulling the flesh between my lips, I nip her hard enough to settle my beast without breaking the skin.

“Right here, Puff. Where everyone can see,” I growl, a haze clouding the edges of my vision.

“Yes, Alpha.” She offers more of her neck, and it’s just what I need to beat back my feral tendencies. With a deep breath, I allow her to slide down my body, holding on until her feet are safely onthe ground. “Good omega, now let me clean every inch of this body before I worship you.”

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