Page 87 of Talk About… Dramay
Fuck, I was.
When he saw me deflate, he pulled me in and held me tight. Fresh linen, fallen snow, and warm spice surrounded me, divinginto my senses and working out the tension that had built for the last hour.
When he released me, he looked softer, the smile making me melt.
“Now, as much as I’d love to keep you in nothing but this, I think we may have to choose if you want to go out still,” he said, biting back a groan as his eyes scanned over me again.
I’d chosen well, the matching black set accentuated every soft curve of my body.
“Or…” I teased. “You can fuck me first so your scent is clinging to me as I face this moment.”
His eyes rolled back as he took a steadying breath. I braced myself for rejection but the alpha in front of me did not disappoint.
A squeak escaped me as I was plucked off my feet and tossed onto my bed. I fell with a gasp as Tate crawled over me, trailing his nose up my legs, over my pelvis, up my abdomen, between my breasts, and not stopping until he reached my neck.
“You can’t tempt an alpha with an offer like that and expect us to refuse. If you want me to stop, tell me now, omega.”
“I need you, alpha,” I pleaded, a whine in my voice. My skin was on fire, heat spreading over it, practically molten everywhere his skin touched mine.
His chest rumbled in answer, not quite a purr but a primal noise that shook through me, making my pussy ache and slick to wet the lace in response.
“Do I need a condom, Oriana?” he asked as he pulled away enough to study my face.
“I want you, just you, and your knot,” I told him, giving him the consent he needed.
Words were left behind as he descended on me. His hot mouth trailed kisses down my body, ripping away the black lace in his way and tossing it aside.
He nuzzled into the valley of my breasts before tasting me, sucking one peaked nipple into his mouth while his fingers rolled the other, pinching slightly to send a shock of pain through me before he switched, soothing it away.
It was hard to think or focus on one thing as he continued down, exploring my body as if he was committing it to memory.
I’d never felt more cherished in my life. Every touch and taste was purposeful and met with another rumble. I was realizing there was more to the alpha purr than placating his omega.
My legs spread wider for him and he wasted no time tossing the black lace aside so he could taste me. Despite his desperation to have me, my alpha wasn’t lackluster or hurried. He was precise.
I tried not to think about the kind of experience he earned, because in this moment I was grateful for it.
He licked and sucked at my clit before pushing his tongue into my core and fucking me with it. There was no rhythm set or enough to tip me over the edge, especially with him holding my hips down so I couldn’t grind onto his face, but each deliberate swipe of his tongue or nibble of his teeth had me pouring slick and begging for mercy.
Tate’s tongue was magical, or maybe that was just the man himself. He adjusted according to each noise I made, in no hurry to do more than to drown me in pure fucking bliss.
My breathing was ragged as needy whines escaped me.
The door burst open, startling me but Tate made no effort to stop, too transfixed on his task.
Or so I thought.
“Perfect timing Lane, fill her mouth with something to keep the noise down. I’d hate to disturb the others.”
It was teasing and playful, but a fresh wave of slick told him just how much I wanted that.
Lane’s eyes darkened as he stalked forward, his clothes falling away as he moved.
“Princess,” he said, voice breathless with want. “You’re even more perfect than I imagined.”
“She tastes incredible,” Tate added before pushing two fingers into my core and fusing his mouth around my clit. My screams were loud and unexpected as I bucked against him, eyes rolling back as insane pleasure coursed through me.
“Ready for me, Princess?” Lane asked, voice strained.