Page 49 of Talk About… Secrets
I welcomed the change.
“Take me, alpha.”
He let out a rumbling groan, green eyes flashing with pure, molten fire.
“My pleasure, little omega,” he managed to get out before I was being carried upstairs, our picnic forgotten for now.
“But our picnic,” I said in my last moments before losing myself in him. He let out a little laugh.
“I’ll spread it out for you in the backyard later,” he promised. “Nothing will be ruined. This is so much better than the creek.”
“Drew,” I gasped as his teeth grazed over my neck. My skin practically tingled under the alpha’s teasing bites and all I could think was that I needed his mark on me.
Was it too soon?
My thoughts sailed away as I was thrown onto his bed. The sheets held his sweet, citrusy scent and I wanted to press my face into them and inhale.
But I had the real thing hovering over me. He dipped down as if he read my thoughts, trailing his cheek over me to scent mark my face and neck. His beard was just rough enough to send goosebumps skittering over my skin.
I bet it would feel amazing rubbing against my thighs.
That thought had fresh slick wetting my suit. The thin fabric was doing nothing to hide just how much I wanted this alpha.
“Tell me you’re mine, Gracie. Tell me we’re pack.” It was a plea laced in desperation and desire. One I felt down deep in my bones.
“I’m yours, Drew. We’re pack,” I promised before claiming his mouth again.
Now that he had permission, Drew wasn’t satisfied with only kissing me, he needed to taste me everywhere. He was practically shaking as he slid my dress over my head. His eyes raked over my bikini, taking in the pebbled nipples and slick darkening the fabric that was absolutely his fault.
“The only omega for me,” he declared in that rough, husky tone.
Then my bikini was gone along with his own clothes. Everything he did was quick, almost feral, but I had a feeling that was where that ended.
He’d be the slow, torturous kind of lover that wanted me to come until I couldn’t stop shaking, tasting every inch of me meticulously, and only then would he give me his knot.
As if I’d given him a direct challenge, Drew did just that. He braced himself on his elbows, kissing me once before he was tasting and teasing my skin. Little bites and open mouth kisses, his tongue teasing out to get a deeper taste as he moved lower.
My eyes rolled back as he flicked his tongue over my hard nipples, worshipping each thoroughly before moving lower. I let my legs fall open wider, hips rocking against his hard body in a silent plea.
As he took his time, I let my own fingertips learn his body. Ghostly touches fanning down his chest, over his shoulders and biceps, before nails scratched down his back.
The only time he faltered was when my nails bit into his scalp, a low rumble of pleasure that was stolen away as he reached my slick pussy.
His inhale was so loud that I felt it, then he was blowing it over me. I shivered at the sudden chill as my back arched, trying to seek out his mouth.
Strong hands held me in place, not letting me have an inch. One long swipe of his tongue was all he gave me, as if he was savoring the taste of my slick. A satisfied purr echoed out and then he lunged forward, burying his face in my needy core. It was too erratic for me to come for him, but it had me breathing hard and writhing against his hold, amped up but not quite there, leaving me absolutely desperate.
Then he sucked on my clit, two fingers plunging into me. With the slow movement of his fingers as he stretched me and the unrelenting attention of his mouth, I didn’t stand a chance.
I came on a choked cry, core clenching around his fingers as my body pushed against the one hand still holding me down.
He continued to tease me through the earth-shattering orgasm, pumping his fingers until I was babbling and begging for mercy, struggling to get away from the sensitivity.
I’d waited years for this, and him taking his time was driving me insane. Yet, no matter how many needy, whining pleas I gave, the alpha was undeterred.
He swiped a hand over his face and continued his descent down my body, kissing my ankle before moving back up. This time he settled on his knees, his bulky body forcing my legs wider.
The way this man stared down at me, eyes sparking with fire and tongue glazing over his lips, made me feel powerful.
