Page 43 of Happy Valentine's Day, Omega
I prop up on my elbow, prepared to reprimand him for ruining my panties, when I feel his hot breath ghosting over my swollen lips.
His gaze locks on my exposed pussy, and I've never felt more exposed before in my life. I can't stop the flood of slick rolling from my entrance.
"Oh, baby girl. Is this slick all for me?"
His fingers brush against my folds, spreading the sticky wetness up and around my clit.
I cry out, arching into his touch.
"Fuck, you're so sensitive," he says, rubbing tight circles on my clit.
"Alpha," I choke, and the pressure is too much.
"I love that I'm the only one who will ever touch you," he says possessively, and then demands, "Tell me you're mine."
I'm so close to coming already. It's happening so fast. Alpha Novikov is touching my clit and saying filthy things I can't getenough of. I clutch mindlessly at the edge of the table, seeking some kind of control.
I shake my head and snarl.
"No, not until you admit you're mine, too."
He chuckles and mutters to the inside of my knee, "Always so competitive."
He sinks a thick finger into my pussy, and his tongue sweeps across my clit.
I scream.
It's so sudden, and my thighs clamp around his head as I roll with the new pleasure he's unlocked in my body. Touching myself never felt close to how good this feels.
"Now, now, Natalia. I'll let you come if you admit that you're mine."
I whimper and buck my hips wantonly. "I won't beg."
"Oh, I won't make you beg. Yet." He grins wickedly and sinks his finger deeper. "Just admit you're mine, and you can have the release you're aching for."
He presses his finger against the fleshy spot inside me and makes a come-hither motion. His tongue works my clit relentlessly.
I can feel the tension twisting in my belly, and I'm close. So close.
"Come on, Natalia. Admit it. You're mine. Say it."
"No!"
"Say it. Say you're mine."
He keeps me right at the edge of ecstasy, never letting me reach the climax just out of my reach.
I'm flooding his mouth and hand with slick, and the wet noises coming from my pussy are obscene.
"Oh, please, Magnus, please."
"Admit it. Say you're mine," he demands again.
"Yours. Oh Goddess. Yours, I'm yours," I sob.
"Yes, baby girl, fuck."
I explode.
