“Are you really going to let your Alpha eat you out on this desk, Faedra?” Carter’s voice lowers until it vibrates through my bones.
Rolling my hips, trying to ease the tension lacing my body, I nod. My chest shudders with my desperate breaths.
“You’ll have to be quiet,” he says, running a palm up my sternum to rest at the base of my throat. I can’t help but arch into his touch. “I don’t want anyone else hearing what my Omega sounds like when she comes. I’m horribly jealous.”
I hum, running my hands up his stomach, letting my nails bite into his skin through the fabric of his shirt.
“I’ll try, Carter,” I manage to gasp.
He hums and grabs my hips, pulling me closer to the edge of the desk. A moment later, he’s on his knees, ripping my panties at the seams and dropping them to the ground. His eyes rake over me, and I squirm, suddenly nervous.
Should I tell him this is my first time? That Jude fingering me on the counter is the farthest I’ve ever gotten with a partner? Does he even know about what Jude and I did?
His hands tighten on my hips, forcing me to stillness.
“Perfect,” he whispers, and I gasp at the feel of his breath against me, the sensation foreign.
He smirks, running his thumbs along my center, and I feel my slick running onto my thighs—and his fingers. My blush is as fierce as it is fast, but my thoughts drift away in the next moment because his tongue is on me, flicking across my clit.
Oh. My. God.
I twist my hands into his hair and hold him to me, any thought of embarrassment lost to the moment. When my fingers start to tingle, my toes curling as that wave begins to crest inside me, I pull on his hair.
“Let me knot with you,” I whisper, just shy of begging.
Eighteen
FAEDRA
“Please, Carter.” I am definitely begging now. I pull on his hair, keeping his tongue from sending me over the edge. “I need you.”
He stands in one smooth motion, his lips and chin glistening with my slick. He swipes his forearm across his mouth, the sleeve coming away soaked, and I blush. A flash of a smile, and then he kisses me, hands cupping my face, thumbs tracing my cheekbones as he twists his tongue into my mouth. The taste of myself on his lips makes me even more needy, a groan spilling out of me as I trace the buckle of his belt.
“Faedra,” he groans. “Please tell me you’ve been on top of your pill.”
I nod.
“Thank fuck,” he murmurs. “I don’t have condoms here.”
I want to make a joke, but my body is strung too tight, the arousal quickly bleeding over into something painful.
“It aches,” I whisper when he pulls away, my fingers still tracing his belt. “It’s never felt like this.”
His eyes narrow, his hands running down my throat before he closes the space between us, the weight of his erection nestling against me. My breath catches. He feels enormous, and when his hands drop to manage the belt and zipper keeping him from me, I start panicking over how this will work.
I should tell him, shouldn’t I? But what if he feels like we should stop and wait for a more romantic moment? My body rebels at the thought, my pulse pounding through my clit, making me hyperaware of it. I swallow, trying to soothe my suddenly dry throat as I grasp the edge of the desk with one hand and mess with my piercings with the other.
“What is it, Faedra?” Carter asks, gaze focusing on my fidgeting.
He leans forward and catches my bottom lip between his teeth, biting until I gasp and licking the mark the moment he releases me. He places his hands next to my hips, easing me forward until I’m perching on the very edge of the desk, the head of his cock rubbing against my clit. I suck in a breath and let my eyes flutter closed.
“Faedra,” he murmurs against my lips. “You alright?”
I swallow again, stealing a kiss before opening my eyes and whispering, “Promise you won’t panic.”
I will quite possibly die if he stops when I tell him the truth.
His eyes narrow, but he nods, pulling away from me and cupping my knees. I roll my hips, whimpering at the feel of him against me, against my clit. He groans but doesn’t move to do anything more.