Page 45 of Petals and Strings
“Touch me,” he begged, nearly in tears with how badly he needed this.
“Can I put my mouth on you?” I asked as I lifted his shirt, tossing it aside.
“Please,” he whimpered, eyes closed and hips canting, seeking out my heat. He was so responsive and sweet, I wanted to devour him whole.
This was insane. We were hardly in the right place to do this and it felt so damn fast, but also,right.
We came together in an explosive clash, an immediate show of care and strength. Something like that changes you. It changed us.
His skin was just as sweet and tart as his scent. I found my tongue darting out, dancing across the expanse of his soft skin as I worked down his chest.
A needy whimper echoed out as I flicked the tip of my tongue over his taut nipples, grinning against his chest at the sound.
So fucking reactive.
I continued moving lower, pausing just below his navel.
“How far? Should I stop? You’re safe with me, but control is all yours.”
“I don’t want control,” he pleaded. “Take what’s yours. Show me that this body isn’t theirs, but mine to give away.”
The control he handed over to me was monumental and felt so fucking heavy it was hard to breathe. But with his scent in my nose and his needy whimpers, the way he writhed, desperate for his touch, had me continuing my descent.
When I reached his waistband, I slowly peeled it down along with his boxers. He easily kicked them aside, spreading his legs to make room for me.
His cock was hard and already leaking. He was smaller than the average alpha dicks I’d seen, but proportionate to his body. I liked that he wasn’t going to gag or hurt me, and I knew we’d fit together perfectly.
“So beautiful,” I told him, my voice low and laced in reverence. “Your body, your voice, your scent, your pain and scars, your fucking strength.”
He whimpered again, a tear leaking out as his cock twitched, inviting me to touch him.
“Are you sure?”
Those green eyes took me in. “You make me feel real again, alive. Touch me, Audrey. Make me yours.”
With that, I leaned down and buried my nose against his pelvic bone, breathing in the mixed scent of his slick and natural scent, laced in sharp desire.
My tongue teased over his cock as my fingers slid between his legs, ghosting over his balls, and down to the slick pooling between his cheeks. I teased over his entrance, gathering the slick before using it as lube. My fingers circled him, adding pressure as I slid over his entrance, the slick allowing him to easily take it.
“Ungh,” he groaned, hands fisting in the sheets and back arching. I knew I was being slow, but I wanted him to know that it could be sweet, that I could savor him for hours and never grow tired of it.
That he was the focus, his pleasure, but his heart was also safe and protected.
My mouth watered, saliva pooling at the scent. It was strong, but that only made me want him more.
Eventually, I gave in and wrapped my lips around his swollen head.
His taste was so damn sweet, yet tart. Sharp like an orange but rounded out by the omega lingering underneath.
My hands sought his out until we were properly bracketed together. I chanced a look at him, needing to know he was doing alright, constantly checking in.
His eyes were locked onto me, watching as I swallowed him. He was present and let out a soft whimper when I stopped.
With that, I sank back down, flattening my tongue and sucking hard before setting a pace that had him writhing and babbling, fingers squeezing mine to stay steady.
“I’m going to come, Audrey. Can I come? Please?” His pleas were raspy whispers.
I knew I’d never deny him anything.
