Page 100 of Dream Girl
I led her into my suite, through my sitting room directly into my bedroom, and then into my walk-in closet, which adjoined my bathroom.
But I didn’t lead her that way. Instead, I opened another door, and flipped a switch that turned on a low light. The room was small. A couple of steps led to the raised platform that the bed was on, shelves built into both sides of the walls to act as both tables and places to put my books, candles, and special things. We’d had this built when we moved in.
The mattress took up most of the space and was covered in rich spice-colored blankets–saffron, burgundy, dark green, and matching pillows. Tapestries covered the walls and ceiling. There was a small window with a plant in it, the wooden floor covered with a handmade rug and some floor pillows.
We didn’t go in, I just held her hand as we stood in the doorway. I wasn’t ready to let her in. But I wanted her to see. To understand.
“I didn’t know this was in here,” she breathed.
“I don’t even let the guys in here very often. This is my most private space, filled with my coziest things and happiest memories. And it’snot neat.I wanted you to know that if you want to be tidy, go for it, but don’t feel as if you have to. If you want something like this or a cute alcove, we could do that.”
She leaned into me. “Thank you for sharing.”
I pulled her out of the closet and back into my bedroom. I flipped on a lamp, and the room was bathed in an orange-redglow, complementing the saffron and burgundy color scheme. My bed had heaps of blankets and pillows, and it hadn’t been made since Brennan messed it up. Clothes were heaped on my window seat. My backpack sat on the chair.
“My bedroom is messy, too. You know who cares?No one.Sometimes, I let the guys in here when I feel like it. They don’t care either.” I pulled her down with me, and we sank into the giant featherbed.
The scent of Brennan from this morning, and Wes from yesterday, twirled around me. Sex toys sat on the nightstand. Brennan’s boxers lay on the floor. Okay, Brennan didn’t like my mess, but it was also my room–he could simply go back to the orderly room he and Jett had.
She buried her face in the blankets and inhaled. “It smells amazing in here.”
The room reeked of sex and my men.
“You know what else smells good? You.” I nuzzled her left side, her laugh going straight to my cock, then turning to a groan. I started to perfume, my desire for her consuming me.
“So forward, sir.” Her eyes gleamed as she lay there in my bed, back arching slightly.
My cock hardened as her peach scent flared with desire. I climbed over her, so one knee was on each side of her, my crotch hovering above her.
“You’re in my bed, so I can be as forward as I like,” I growled, pulling up her shirt and attacking her breasts. She wasn’t wearing a bra.
A groan escaped her lips. “Please, sir, may I have some more?”
“How could I deny such a sweet request? I love it when you call mesir,” I murmured, resting on my elbows to give her breasts more attention, my cock rubbing against her through my work pants.
Maybe one day I’d bond with her, too. I yearned to connect and feel her through our own bond, not just Wes’–and I wanted her to bond me in return. Omegascouldbond with each other, but it wasn’t legally binding, like an alpha-omega bond.
Her hips rose as she tried to rub herself against me as I circled her pale pink nipple with my tongue, licking and teasing one, then the other. Her hands tangled in my hair as she made cute little noises as my kisses trailed over her ribs and down her stomach.
“I need you,” she keened, trying to get my shirt off, her tiny body still pinned between my thick legs.
Taking off my shirt and pants, she did the same. Grace laid back, completely naked, thighs parted, arms above her head.
“Tasty,” I murmured, burying my face between her legs, getting her ready for my cock. She was so wet, her curls tickling my face, as I circled her clit with my tongue. I used it to tell her how amazing she was, lapping up her peachy juices, the cries of her pleasure were sweet music.
Her body shuddered, and I looked up at the blissful look on her face.
“I love it when you come for me. Will you let me try something, Peaches?” I asked her.
Grace’s eyes lit up. “Yes, please.”
I opened the drawer to get the toy I’d bought and grabbed the lube. “Same rules apply to me, say the safe word and I’ll stop.”
“What are we trying?” Her voice went curious.
“This.” I took her hand and ran it down the soft, wide, neon green, sparkly jelly knot, then helped her glide the sleeve over my lubed-up cock, until it sat at the base, nice and tight, mimicking an alpha’s knot. “Want me to knot you?”
“I need you inside me.” She lay back on the pillows on my bed.
