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He hums, thoroughly entertained. I think he’s getting too much enjoyment out of teasing me now that he realizes how wild he’s making me. “Thatisa tempting threat, but considering your present circumstances, I think you’ll prefer option A.”

That’s fair considering the only way for me to ride out a heat spike is with orgasms. Before I can suggest a moremutually beneficialposition, he decides he’s done playing with his food before he eats.

His mouth finally descends to my needy core.

I cry out for him, my hands flying down to tangle my fingers in his hair. He moans like he’s the one being devoured, his lips vibrating against me. His first taste of me, and I’m already convinced this is his favorite meal in the whole world, and he’s going to savor every drop.

“Don’t stop,” I beg shamelessly.

“Wasn’t planning on it,” he mumbles between licks, the words muffled to the point of barely being coherent as he smugly continues to pleasure me.

When he can’t seem to get enough, he grabs me behind the thighs and drags me closer. I can’t find the energy to care that I’m so precariously hanging off the kitchen counter. He can’t get enough, and neither can I.

My entire body is trembling. Slick drips freely down my thighs now, heat crackling under my skin. My vision is starting to blur as the spike builds, everything hitting more sharply than before.

Too much.

Not enough.

Rhys switches up his movements, his tongue working maddening circles as his nose brushes with the perfect pressure against my clit from just the right angle.

And I’m lost.

My back arches so hard that I lose my balance on the counter and slip forward, my hands scrambling for something to grab but coming up empty. Rhys manages to grab me around the legs just in time to hold me pinned against the edge of the counter, narrowly avoiding us collapsing into a heap together on the floor.

His mouth doesn’t miss a beat. The moment he places suction on my clit, I know I’m about to see stars. Maybe even planets, the sun, the moon, and whole other galaxies.

“Yes! I’m so close!” I can’t help but shout.

Who cares if Knox or Percy hears us? All I care about is making my way over the edge...

BANG. BANG. BANG.

The startling sound of someone banging on the front door gives us both pause. I hold my breath while Rhys lifts his head a few inches to meet my eyes with a deep frown. His mouth is wet with my slick.

I groan miserably.

Percy is in his office. Knox wouldn’t knock on the door to his own house. Whoever is at the door is going to have to wait, and I don’t fucking care how rude of me that is.

I grip the back of Rhys’s head and drag him back to me.

My hungry alpha is more than happy to comply, feasting even more urgently now that we know we’re imminentlly about to be interrupted. As he fixes his lips to my clit with delicious pressure, he inserts two fingers inside of me, stroking me back to the edge.

I tilt my hips to welcome his touch and let go of any last lingering inhibitions. My orgasm tears through me, slick soaking my alpha’s face as he finishes me off.

As he pulls back to inhale a deep breath with a smug smile, our intruder begins pounding on the door again.

The banging cuts off abruptly this time, quickly replaced by the muffled sound of one very pissed off alpha shouting at our unwelcome visitor. Rhys pulls me away from the counter to set me safely on my feet before scrambling to stand. We maintain worried eye contact as we grab our abandoned clothes.

Whatever is happening on the front porch sounds intense. Knox’s shouting grows louder as a softer, more feminine voice begins shouting in return.

We need to get out there.

Rhys and I both scramble to dress as we rush toward the door. Rhys finishes first, reaching to help make sure my shirt is fully in place just as the door flies open.

ChapterTwenty-Two

Belle

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