Page 60 of Isla

“Don’t move,” he said, as I rose onto my elbows and went to protest.

But his mouth was between my legs just as quick as I blinked. My back arched, and I moaned as he sucked hard on my clit, the lace giving exquisite friction.

One of his fingers hooked over the hem of my panties. I didn’t protest, no I was not messing around and lifted my bum to help. He liked that move because I felt the curve of his smile against my thigh as he dragged my panties from my body. Then he stood, shamelessly inhaling the fabric that was now wet with my slick.

“Beautiful.” He removed his massive, thick cock from his boxers and stroked it as he inhaled. “Your perfume is intoxicating.”

I nodded, holding in a swoon but unable to stop my mouth from falling open as I stared at the wonder between his legs and now I didn’t want to tell him it was my oncoming heat he could smell.

He dropped the panties on the chair and prowled on his knees until his face nuzzled at the apex of my thighs, inhaling deeply like he had never smelled the perfume of an omega. Pushing at my closed legs, his large hands covered my thighs as he gently pushed them open. I hesitated.

“Open for me,” he growled, the alpha taking over in a blink of an eye.

I’d never had an alpha like this, one who ignored all boundaries. Letting me know what he wanted and right now that was me, and I was going to struggle to get away.

“Oh...” I cried out as his tongue burrowed into my slick folds. My fingers finding his hair as I dug my nails into his head. His hands grabbed my arse, and he hoisted me upwards as he rocked me back and forth, fucking me with his tongue as his growling turned into a purr.

There was something about the way King acted, like a true alpha, and it made me realise I now knew why Noah wasn’t like that with me. When I thought Noah was a different kind of alpha—a gent—but now I knew he never believed I was ever his. Because this was different, King wanted me and I wanted him.

King calmed now, nibbling on the lips of my sex, making me squirm in his touch, now wanting more than what I was getting.

“More,” I begged. “Fuck me,”

King growled, plunging his tongue inside and he fucked me as I asked, not that I meant his tongue. But I was grinding against his face when he sucked on my clit and my thighs shook as the end neared.

“Oh, god, King. I need your cock. Please, I want your knot,” I whined.

He didn’t listen. He licked and sucked at my clit, flattening his tongue and licking along my slit. I tried to hold back the coiling low in my belly. I needed to feel his knot, but the spiral was unwinding.

“Please.” I was getting too close. Soon I would topple over the edge.

My hips jerked as he sucked his lips around my clit as one finger slipped inside me.

“King, oh god,” I moaned, and he slipped another finger inside me and pumped them as his mouth sucked hard against my throbbing clit. My walls fluttered as I clamped down around his fingers and cried out his name again.

He rushed up my body, keeping his fingers inside me as his lips found mine as he took every moan. Giving me the taste of me as his tongue deepened the kiss, his alpha dominance taking every cry, every moan from his omega as my climax spilled from me.

King took his weight from me and leaned onto his elbows. “You okay?”

I nodded.

“Why didn’t you fuck me?” I said, smiling. “I thought the feral in you would have taken me, considering I gave you the opportunity.”

He grinned. “You didn’t change your mask. You’re in charge here. And to be honest, I could spend my entire time here with my head between your thighs.”

“I think you’re packing away a beast that needs exploring,” I said, arching an eyebrow.

“Believe me, I am. But you’re not ready for me yet. I don’t want to unleash the alpha that I am until I know you can take it. That you really want it.”

He was so large, his body covered mine completely. My gaze slid over his wide chest as it brushed against my pebbled nipples, his defined arms that encased me inside his warm body as his dark green hooded eyes searched mine.

“I’m difficult to control when the beast inside me wants something. And I’ve wanted nothing or anyone more than I want you right now.” He pressed his lips against mine. One tender kiss.

The feral inside him locked away for now.

I woke up the next morning, my mouth stuck on a firm chest and a deep thrumming above me. The moment I roused, King pressed his lips to the crown of my head. I glanced up and smiled at him, wondering if I slept in his embrace the entire night.

“Why are you here, Isla?” King asked, a flood of worry in his tone.

---