Page 145 of Unhinged
I chuckle, lowering my head to her center.
And then I lick. Slowly from her opening to her clit. The taste floods my mouth, hot and sweet and primal.
“Mmm,” I hum, pressing my mouth against her again. “I knew you’d be fucking delicious.”
She gasps when my tongue drags across her again, and her hips jerk up off the mattress, chasing the contact.
Her scent explodes into the air; jasmine and citrus gone wild, deepened by heat. It’s dizzying. Sweet and sharp andripe. My inner alpha snarls, clawing at the inside of my chest in response. Every instinct I have is howling to rut, mark, knot.
I grip her hips tighter, fingers digging into the softness just above her thighs. She’s soaked. Slick coats my tongue, dripping down her thighs, hot and thick and addictive. I could drown in it. Might try.
I bury my face between her legs and feast on her like it’s my fucking right. Because it is. She’s ours. Mine right now. And she’s giving so damn freely, whining, panting, trembling.
“Please,” she whimpers, fingers tangling in my hair, nails scratching at my scalp. “I—I need?—”
“I know what you need,” I growl into her slick folds, licking harder. “And you’ll get it, Omega. Every last drop.”
Her thighs start to shake, the muscles locking up as her first orgasm hits hard. She cries out, back arching, scent flaring, and I feel the bond between ussnap tight. Not fully formed yet, but pulsing there under the surface, waiting.
Her slick spills over my chin, soaking the bedding beneath her. It smells like heaven and sin. I can’t stop licking, even after she’s done trembling.
When I finally pull back, I swipe my mouth clean with the back of my hand and stroke my cock, slow and firm. It’s hard enough to ache. Throbbing with the need to be inside her. Knot her.
She looks down at me, cheeks flushed, lips kiss-swollen, eyes unfocused.
“That was mean,” she whimpers. “I need more.”
“That?” I smirk, crawling up over her, dragging my mouth along her stomach, tasting the salt of her skin. “That was just foreplay.”
I settle between her thighs again, this time body to body, not teasing—just holding her there, scenting her deep. My nose brushes the curve of her neck where her scent gland pulses just beneath the skin. I inhale. She moans, neck arching, bare and vulnerable.
“You smell so fucking good,” I whisper, lips brushing her gland. “All soft and slick and mine.”
She shivers under me. Her thighs parting wider.
“I can’t—” she starts, voice breaking. “I need?—”
“Iknow.” I kiss her. “But not yet.”
Her brows pinch. “Why?”
“Because when I take you,” I murmur, voice low and rough against her throat, “I want all of us here. You deserve all three of your alphas, not just one.”
Her breath catches. “They’ll come?”
“They’ll come,” I promise, running my fingers through her damp hair. “You think Gears and Arrow would let me have all the fun?”
She hums, lashes fluttering. The scent of her slick thickens again, and her hips rock up against mine on instinct.
My body strains with the need to claim. But I hold still.
Because she’s ours.
And when we take her?
It’ll be everything.
CHAPTER FORTY-EIGHT
