Page 39 of Sweet Heat

“Miller,” she whines, a spike of her scent swirling around me and testing my control.

“I’ve got you,” I promise, tapping her clit with my thumb until she squirms with need. “Have you ever put anything inmypussy before?”

She gulps, “No.”

“Not even your own fingers?” I push, continuing to roll her clit between my calloused tips while holding her steady—completely at my mercy. Picking up the pace, I feel her clit throb, and I press harder until she moans.

“No. Please,” she cries, trying to grind against me. Slick drips onto my pants, soaking me with her essence. I’ll never wash these again.

“Can I be the first?” Using my thumb, I circle faster and press deeper until she’s teetering right on the edge of an orgasm. Another finger plays at her entrance, not going inside—only at her say so. A drop of sweat glides between her breasts, and I dart forward to lap it up, the salty taste mixing with the sweet. I’m seconds away from coming in my pants with barely any stimulation. Just being around this omega has me all worked up.

“Y-yes,” she gasps, and excitement races through me. I keep up the rhythm but slide the tip of my thick finger inside her, careful not to go too far. Her channel is warm, wet, and oh-so tight. My cock begs to be released, trying to convince me I’m using the wrong appendage, and I do my best to ignore the need surging through my veins. But the second I breach her, slick pours, andher pussy clamps down as she catapults over the edge with a scream. “Millerrrr, ohhhhhhh.”

Posie’s thighs tighten, and her chest heaves as she rides out the pleasure, and I memorize every sound, every twitch, every emotion that flits across her face.

Watching her come undone is more than I ever could have imagined—and I have, more times than I care to count.

Stroking her gently, I pull her into my chest, pleased when she falls against me, boneless and sleepy.

“You did so well, my love,” I mutter, kissing the top of her head.

My pants are soaked, my cock is furious—but I’ve never felt more at peace.

“What about you?” she mutters as I shift her into the passenger seat and pull the safety belt across, making sure it clicks. Reaching into the back, I grab a blanket and drape it over her.

“Hummm. This feels like the one on my bed.” Her drowsy voice sounds almost drunk, and my chest swells with pride. I may not have any experience, but I’ve pleased my omega in more ways than one.

Starting the SUV, I pull my gaze from her and focus on getting us back to Posie’s safely.

Chapter Twenty-One

The neon-blue numbers on my clock blink—7:55 a.m. ticking up again 7:56. Two hours and counting since my eyes opened and my brain wouldn’t shut up enough to let me fall back into sleeps loving embrace.

Miller mumbles, wiggling forward until his thick erection digs into my back. The silly man is a major cuddler, even if he insisted on sleeping above the covers last night since I was ‘too sleepy to consent.’ And something about a necessary barrier.

But I’ve never felt like this before. The warmth radiating off his big Alpha body seeps through the blankets and intomy soul. Omega’s seek touch, and it seems like the stereotype holds true, because this feels right.

Almostfated.

Every part of my body hums. My mood is bright, even if I’m becoming more restless with every minute that passes. But I can’t wake him. This is too amazing. Thoughts of last night fill my belly with flutters, heat flushing my cheek at the memory of Miller’s thick finger entering my pussy.

I want so much more.

Naughty fantasies have slick pooling obscenely between my legs, and my mouth waters at the thought of repaying him for last night. Would he like to wake up with my mouth wrapped around his cock?

That’s like the guy holy grail, right?

Once the idea takes hold, I can’t shake it. The need to taste him becomes all-consuming, primal, a hunger that won’t be denied. Shifting ever so slowly, I attempt to lift the heavy weight of his arm from where it presses against my side. One inch then another, panting, I scoot free until I can slide out from under the covers. Awkwardly, I drape my leg over the side of the bed, my toes searching for the floor.

Anxiety builds behind my breastbone when I come up empty, hoping my frantic motions don’t wake him. I’m not sure I can ask for what I want. If he denies me this, I’ll be crushed. Unsatisfied. Insatiable. My omega tears my insides, insisting we taste him.NOW.

Finally, the soft carpet tickles my toes, and I breathe a sigh of relief, dropping silently onto the floor. The second my knees hitthe ground, my eyes dart to Miller’s face. I hold as still as a statue, waiting to see if I’ve made it out without being detected.

Three. Two. One.

Miller’s breath remains even, his face calm and serene, not even a twitch—so either he’s still asleep or a master of deception. Either way, I’ll take it. My eyes travel down his body, taking in all his hot, muscled glory. Clearly defined biceps with colorful ink give way to abs that make me drool—and that freaking Adonis belt. Holy cow.

Silky blue boxers with tiny images of cotton candy nearly make me giggle, but when I spot his thick mushroom tip poking through the slit in the thin material, the roaring in my ears gets louder. Everything fades away as a little drop of pre-cum shines. His cock’s already weeping, begging me to lick, suck and taste to my heart’s content. My tongue flicks out, ready to do just that. Right before my very eyes, his cock hardens, slipping further out.

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