Page 88 of Want It All
Fuck.
She shifted her hand, placing it over my heart. I did the same, mirroring her pose, feeling her heart thump against my palm, the soft rise of her breast beneath my fingers.
‘Alpha,’ she whispered, and that was all I needed.
I took her mouth with mine once more; her tongue licked into me. I groaned, my hand shifting until I was cupping her breast, my thumb brushing back and forth over her nipple, feeling itpeak beneath her blouse. She turned her chin, offering the lovely arch of her neck. I bent to nuzzle at her scent gland, loving the way her breath caught. I licked at her sensitive skin, listening to her whimper as her knees tightened on my hips.
I gently nipped her earlobe. ‘Tell me what you like.’
She pressed herself closer. ‘I, um –’ She cleared her throat. ‘I’m not sure I’ve done enough to know. I liked everything I did with Sebastian, but I didn’t like – I didn’t like –’
‘Your heat,’ I guessed.
She nodded, swallowing. ‘I didn’t like the way I felt … used. I wanted to feelseeninstead.’
It didn’t surprise me. She would have wanted to feel grounded, to know that her alphas were there to fulfil her needs. It wasn’t the heat alphas’ fault; our society treated heats like an inconvenience, something to be suppressed at best, or endured as quickly as possible at worst.
I didn’t want anything that happened between me and Rose to be anything like her heat. In fact, I wanted it to erase any memory of those alphas from her mind. I kissed my way across her cheek, finding her lips again. I lingered there as my hand traced the shape of her breast, caressing and moulding until she moaned into my mouth; my cock pressed uncomfortably against my jeans.
‘I’m not going to ask to undress you, beautiful, not out here,’ I murmured. ‘Just in case. But can I touch you?’
‘I might die if you don’t,’ she answered.
I laughed softly. I liked her dramatic streak. There wasn’t anything about her I didn’t like, I realised, and there were many, many things that I loved.
Like the way her muscles tightened when I lay my hands on her bare knees, and the way her skin felt beneath my palms, warm, smooth, and oh-so-enticing as I slid my fingers up under her heavy woollen skirt. Like the way she gasped when mythumbs brushed over her inner thighs, drawing loose patterns on the sensitive skin, and the way she bit back a cry when I found the lace of her underwear and played there.
I dipped my head, kissing down her neck once more. I brushed my knuckles over her centre gently, once, twice; before the third pass, she was arching and chasing the touch, whimpering.
I wanted to see her so badly; wanted to see her spread out beneath me like a fucking feast, naked and begging. But anyone might walk by, and that wasn’t a sight I was willing to share.
‘How much do you like your underwear?’
She blinked at me in the dark. ‘A medium amount.’
I pulled my hands out from beneath her skirt – she made a flattering sound of disappointment – before spanning her waist and holding her upright. She swayed, shivering, as I delved back below the heavy folds of material and pulled the lace down her legs. She caught on, kicking them off, then sank back down on my lap, arranging her skirt to fan out around her.
I cupped the back of her head with one hand and dipped her gently back, feathering light kisses over her collarbone as my free hand trailed up one soft thigh. Her breath caught and she spread her knees, giving herself over to me as her full weight rested on my hand and arm. My fingers found wetness on her thigh and trailed through it; my alpha purred at the feeling, pleased.My omega is slicking for me.
She trembled when I touched her properly, skimming my fingertips over her lower lips, spreading her slick, lingering against her heat. She cried out as I touched her clit, pressing her hips up. I let her set the pressure and speed, keeping my fingers steady as she used me, circling her hips until her breaths were unsteady and I was lightheaded with desire.
‘Please,’ she begged.
I wanted her scent, wanted the taste of her slick on my tongue. I wanted to touch every inch of her, tokissevery inch of her, to scent mark her skin and have her do the same in return.
Fuck, I was dizzy with it.
Instead, I gently stroked a finger down, and let it slowly slip inside her as she moved.
‘Yes,’ she hissed, her lips parting. ‘More, alpha.’
I wasn’t entirely sure I could handlemorewithout embarrassing myself; the feel of her wet heat and her inner walls tight around my finger had me concerningly close to the edge. But she was my omega, so I gave her what she wanted, pushing another finger inside her and letting my thumb settle over her clit. ‘Take what you want, beautiful,’ I grated out. ‘Take everything.’
She whined as she rode my hand, the rhythm of her hips becoming faster, their circles tighter. I held her, utterly transfixed by the sudden line between her brows and the movements of her lips as her body grew hotter and tighter and her whine changed to a keen. She clenched around my fingers almost painfully, but I gave exactly zero fucks as she panted through her release and my hand was soaked with her slick.
‘Byron,’ she whispered, when she’d caught her breath and her body relaxed.
I gently withdrew my fingers and pulled my hand out from under her skirt. Holding her languid gaze, I pushed my fingers between my lips and sucked.
