Page 116 of Knot Their Soldier: Part One
Finally, I press the flat of my tongue against her throbbing sweet spot and move the ball of my tongue piercing against her.
“Yes!” she screams so loud the birds twittering on a nearby tree startle and take flight.
Her hands clench around my hair, pressing me roughly into her core as her hips buck wildly. I hook my arms underneath herthighs and let her ride my face. I don’t need air, I just need the taste of her slick in my mouth for the rest of my life.
I work her with consistent pressure, letting her move the ball of metal over her needy clit, how she likes it, until finally she tenses.
And then she’s coming.
Her orgasm is full-bodied. Her back arches off the forest floor, eyes screwed shut in exquisite agony. With her small fingers clenched in the dirt, she tries to ground herself to reality. Those pretty pink lips part in a soundless scream, glistening in the dappled afternoon light.
She’s perfect.
Everything that is wrong with the world fades away until it’s just this gorgeous creature falling apart on my tongue.
I bask in it as she shivers and shakes beneath me. I pull back as far as her tight grip will allow and gently clean the slick from her sweet folds with long, steady licks.
She finally drops her hands from my hair, and her hips relax.
“You’re such a good Omega, coming for me, aren’t you?”
Planting a gentle kiss on her clit, I sit back to grant her a couple of seconds to regain her composure. “I want to hear you say it.”
She opens her eyes and blinks down at me in confusion.
“I want to hear you say you’re Daddy’s good little Omega.”
I half expect her to look at me in revulsion as her haze of arousal dissipates, but if anything, the heat grows in those purple orbs.
Her tongue darts out and licks her lips.
“I’m—” she swallows.
“Go on, say it.”
“I’m Daddy’s good little Omega.”
Fuck.
I don’t know why I did that to myself. I’ll never have a wank again without hearing her quivering, needy voice rasping those words to me.
Too late now. It’s logged into my audiographic memory bank.
I smile broadly as I wipe my mouth with the back of my hand.
“How do you feel?” I ask as I adjust myself. I’m rock hard and leaking consistently from the tip, yet I’ve never felt more satisfied in my life.
“Better,” she sighs, gathering herself and tugging her pants back on. Beneath her, my shirt sports a large wet patch, thoroughly soaked in Omega release.
Reality of the situation slams into me like a punch to the gut.
I can’t go back to camp smelling like Omega slick. Knox will lose his shit.
Fuck, I’m usually ten steps ahead, but Halley Sparks has me making rash decisions.
There’s a small mountain stream at the bottom of this hill I can wash off in.
Halley is still basking in her post orgasm bliss, but I know she’s tired. We’ve worked her so hard and I don’t have it in me to make her walk down and back up this hill again.
