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I can feel my scent changing, shifting a little with my arousal, and I lose myself in the incredible sensations that surge through me with every bit of friction on my clit.

“Damn, beautiful. You’re driving me crazy,” he mutters against my lips. “Can’t wait to find out what you sound like when you come. Can’t wait to hear all of your noises. To learn every little thing that makes you feel good. I want to fucking worship you, from head to toe.”

“Please. Don’t… stop,” I plead, rolling my hips against his hand.

“Never.”

His voice is low and full of promise, and he keeps his word, maintaining the perfect pressure on my clit until the rubber band inside me snaps. I tighten my grip on him as my knees actually do buckle, and he wraps his free arm around me, pulling me tight against his body as his fingers roll over my clit over and over, working me through the height of my climax.

His arm is wedged between us, and I can feel the bulge of him against my stomach, hard and hot. Our kiss goes on until the orgasm finally starts to fade, and by the time our lips break apart, I’m gasping for breath.

Lawson’s lips are a bit swollen and flushed—the same way I imagine mine are—and it’s a very good look on him. They curve into a wide grin, and he holds my gaze as he slips his hand out of my panties, allowing my dress to fall back into place with a soft rustling sound.

His fingers are wet. I can see my arousal glistening on them even in the dim light of the hallway, and my breath catches as he lifts them to his mouth and closes his lips around them. The moan of appreciation that rumbles in his chest goes straight to my core and also to my chest, making warmth bloom behind my sternum.

No man I’ve ever known, Alpha, Omega, or Beta, has ever made me feel as desired as these men do.

It’s the kind of thing that could really go to a girl’s head.

And her heart.

Chapter 16

Lily

Lawson slides his fingers out of his mouth, releasing them with a wet pop.

“Like I said,” he murmurs, his voice a bit rough. “Delicious.”

Amusement and heat glint in his eyes, and I can’t help the little laugh he draws out of me. His cock pulses against my stomach as if he likes the sound of my laugh, and before I have a chance to think about it, I act on instinct.

Grabbing his hand, I pull him down the hall toward my room. I don’t want this to end, but with Ben right down the hall, there’s no way I’m going to do what I want to next in plain view. It was one thing to have Lawson’s hand up my dress, where we could’ve easily pulled apart if we needed to. But for this, we need more privacy.

The second we reach my bedroom, I close the door behind us. Lawson flips the light switch on, his eyes tracking my every movement carefully. When I adjust my skirt and drop to my knees in front of him, his nostrils flare.

“Can I…?” I trail off, letting my gaze drop down to the bulge at the front of his pants.

He lets out a choked laugh. “Fucking hell, beautiful. When you’re on your knees in front of me, looking like that, the answer is yes. Whatever you want, no matter what it is. Yes.”

I grin, a little thrill racing through me at the sincerity of his tone.

Then I tentatively reach for his belt buckle, working it open before undoing the button and tugging down his fly. My heart starts beating faster, racing a mile a minute as my Omega instincts practically scream with satisfaction at the fact that I’m about to have an Alpha cock in my hand. My hands shake a little as I work his pants down, pulling at the elastic of his boxer briefs to stretch them over his length. Once his clothes are out of the way, his heavy shaft juts out from his body, veiny and slightly curved.

My thighs squeeze together as I swallow hard.

Holy fuck. It’s a good thing my panties are as wet as they are, or they’d probably burst into flames right about now.

I move to touch it but hesitate, so Lawson takes my hand and wraps my fingers around his shaft. We both groan, and he tips his head back, closing his hand around mine so that we’re both gripping his impressive length.

“You feel what you do to me?” he asks, his voice strained. “I don’t think I’ve ever been this hard in my life.”

As he speaks, a droplet of precum leaks from his tip, and the scent of his arousal is so strong that I swear I’m practically drooling. I lean forward, lapping the droplet away with my tongue, and Lawson’s body jerks.

“Do that again,” he says, and it sounds like a plea.

Another pearl of precum wells to replace the one I licked up, and I gather it on my tongue before wrapping my lips around his smooth crown. I hum in satisfaction at the taste, sucking gently as if trying to draw more of that incredible flavor out of him.

“Fuck. That feels so good.”

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