Page 26 of Filthy Beginnings

Damien had never considered himself a fortunate male. Everything he’d gained had come through sweat, blood, and broken bones.

But as he stared down at Scarlett, the strands of her gorgeous gold and red hair falling onto the pillow, her eyes full of challenge and heat as those rich colors coiled across her skin like a sensuous caress, he realized he was the luckiest fucking bastard in the galaxy.

He was going to do whatever it took to prove he was worthy of her trust.

Unable to wait any longer, he claimed her mouth—and groaned aloud when she met his claim with equal fervor. Their tongues tangled in a wild mating as her purr and his growl vibrated in unison, a cataclysmic tremor he felt to his soul.

Fuck. She tasted so good.

He could do this forever.

Except then she squirmed against him, her nipples stiff peaks against his chest while her thighs shifted restlessly against his, her sleeping gown rucking up higher and higher—and he didn’t need to be an expert to know his female was needy and aching—and that it was his place to do something about it.

Heart beating fast, his cock already hard, pre-cum leaking onto the inside of his leathers, he forced himself to break the kiss.

She whimpered.

“Don’t think I’m done kissing you, omega.” He pressed his lips to each corner of her mouth, then her closed eyes. Cherishing. Worshipping. “Not even close.” He slid downward, dragging his fangs across her throat and belly. “I just want to kiss you somewhere else.”

Her breathing hitched. “I’ve never done that.”

“Me either.”

Her gorgeous eyes grew comically wide. “Really?”

“I don’t lie, baby.”

Her lips tilted upward. “I like that.” Her cheeks flushed once more. “I like everything about you.”

“I’m glad.” He nipped at the inside of her thigh, then laved it with his tongue. “You tell me if I do anything you don’t like.”

She smiled down at him, each grin a little more open, a match to the increasingly vivid, carnal reds and pinks flashing across her skin. “I’ve loved everything so far.”

He sensed no shyness. Only excitement—and a wild recklessness that matched his own.

He trailed his fangs along the curve of her thigh, inhaling the mouthwatering musky scent of her, his gums throbbing as the instinct to mark her became almost impossible to resist.

Before he did anything stupid, he pushed the hem of her sleeping gown the rest of the way up, baring her to his gaze.

His breath left him in a rush.

She was a feast for the senses. Perfect, handful-sized tits topped with stiff, dark red nipples, a narrow waist, and lush hips. And right in front of his face, a juicy, shiny cunt that was the prettiest thing he’d ever seen.

“Damien?” Nerves strained her voice.

Probably because he’d frozen like an idiot. “You are so fucking beautiful.”

She peered down at him, a sweet, shy smile on her face. “I think you are too.”

Everything about her was soft, exquisite, addictive.

His mouth trailed over her core, his tongue delving between the slippery folds and holy fucking Goddess, he’d tasted nothing better.

And when she clamped those sweet thighs around the sides of his face and lifted her bottom, he felt like more of a champion than he’d ever felt winning a fight. His chest puffed wide, his reason for being now perfectly fucking clear.

Following her cues—and those sweet little sighs—he used the flat of his tongue to work the area just beneath her clit as he built her pleasure.

With a brother like Alexi, he’d learned a thing or two about pleasing a female in the abstract.

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