Page 71 of Nesting With My Three Alphas
"Stay still," Reed commanded, his voice carrying an authority that my omega responded to instinctively. "Let me take care of you."
When his mouth finally reached its destination, when his tongue made the first broad stroke through my folds, I cried out with genuine shock at the intensity of sensation. I was still sensitive from Micah's claiming, every nerve ending heightened, and Reed's skilled attention felt almost overwhelming.
"Fuck, you taste incredible," Reed groaned against me, the vibration of his voice adding another layer of sensation. "Like honey and heat and everything I've ever wanted."
He worked me with the same focused determination he brought to every project, his tongue exploring every fold and sensitive spot with methodical precision. When he thrust his tongue inside me, when he fucked me with his mouth while his hands held my thighs apart, I could barely breathe from the intensity.
"Look at you," Reed murmured, pulling back to admire his work. "So wet for me, so perfect. I could eat this sweet pussy for hours."
The filthy words sent another wave of arousal through me, my hips bucking toward his mouth despite his firm grip holding me in place.
"Please," I gasped, beyond caring how desperate I sounded.
"Please what?" Reed's finger traced through my wetness, circling my clit with barely-there touches that made me whimper. "Tell me exactly what you want, sweetheart."
"I want your mouth back on me," I begged. "I want your tongue inside me, on my clit, everywhere."
"Such a dirty mouth on my sweet omega," Reed said with satisfaction, sliding two fingers inside me while his thumb found my clit. "I love hearing you beg for what you need."
The dual sensation of his fingers stroking inside me while his thumb worked my clit had me climbing toward the edge embarrassingly fast. But when I tried to close my legs, tried to increase the pressure, Reed's free hand pushed my thigh back down.
"Keep them open," he commanded. "Let me see everything. Let me watch you fall apart."
When he lowered his mouth back to me, when his tongue joined his fingers in driving me toward madness, I thought I might actually die from the intensity. He licked and sucked at my clit while his fingers curled inside me, finding that spot that made me see stars.
"Reed, I'm going to..."
"Not yet," he said, pulling back just enough to make me whine with frustration. "Not until I say you can."
Not until he said I could. The command sent a thrill through me that I hadn't expected. I'd never enjoyed being controlled before, but this wasn't about control. This was about trust. Trust that Reed would take me exactly where I needed to go.
"Please," I begged, my body trembling with the effort of holding back.
"Please what?" Reed's smile against my skin was wicked. "Tell me what you need, sweetheart."
"I need to come," I gasped. "Please let me come."
"Such a good girl, asking so nicely." Reed's mouth returned to me with renewed intensity, his tongue working in patterns that had me seeing stars. "Come for me, Kit. Let me hear how good I make you feel."
When the orgasm hit, it was with the force of a tsunami. I screamed Reed's name just like he'd promised, my body arching against his hold as wave after wave of pleasure crashed through me. He worked me through it with relentless attention, drawingout every last aftershock until I was trembling and gasping and completely undone.
"Beautiful," Reed said, kissing his way back up my body with satisfaction radiating from every pore. "You're so fucking beautiful when you fall apart for me."
When I fell apart for him. Like my pleasure was something he'd earned, something that belonged to him.
"I need you inside me," I said when I could speak again, my hands reaching for his belt with desperate urgency. "I need your knot, your mark, everything."
Reed's control finally cracked, a possessive growl rumbling in his chest as he helped me strip away the barriers between us. When he was finally naked above me, when I could see all of him, the lean muscle, the tattoos that decorated his arms, the impressive length of his cock already dark with arousal, I felt my mouth water with want.
"Like what you see?" Reed asked, his voice cocky despite the way his hands shook slightly as he positioned himself at my entrance.
"I love what I see," I said honestly. "I love all of you."
Something soft flickered across Reed's expression, a vulnerability that he usually kept hidden beneath layers of confidence and charm. "I love you too, Kit. I've wanted you like this for so long it scared me. Never thought I'd deserve something this perfect."
The admission made my heart clench with affection. This was Reed beneath the swagger, uncertain, hopeful, afraid of wanting too much.
"You deserve everything," I whispered, reaching up to cup his face. "And I want to give it all to you."
