I wobbled when I got to my feet, something he noted with all of the fascination of a predator watching its prey. Those silver eyes watched my feet and legs shift, that smile broadening as I took one step, then another towards the couch.
He was there, tracking my progress once the door had snicked closed and been locked, his hands on my hips when I went to hitch my skirt up.
“Let me…” His voice was low, husky, and whispered almost into my ears as his body moved behind mine. I jumped when his hands landed on my hips, his chuckle a low, dirty sound as he slid my skirt up, up, until it bunched lewdly around my hips, far higher than he’d negotiated for. “Damn…”
His low hiss was reverent as he grabbed my arse, his fingers digging into the flesh until I was spun around and then deposited so I was lying sprawled across the couch, my head on his lap.
“Thank you for this,” he said. “Now, for me to give you what you need, I have to take these off.” His fingers slid under the waistband of my underwear. “I want to see that needy little pussy before I tend to it. Can I do that?”
I nodded, some automatic instinct kicking in, one that knew exactly what this would be like, that panted as they were slid down, then ripped off, that damn well wanted the cool air playing across her cunt before his hand went and covered it possessively.
“Oh, omega…” His grin was wide, boyish, his eyes dancing as he stared down at me. “You might come to regret this, but if you decide you want me to stop, you say the wordNikki. I won’t listen tono,stop, or anything else, because you’re gonna say those words, but sayNikkiand it all stops. Tell me you understand.”
“SayNikkiif I want everything to stop,” I repeated back.
“Good girl.” His hand rubbed across my inner thigh, slipping easily across my skin because of the copious slick painted there. “Now, we begin.”
26
“Let’s give you a quick one, just to take the edge off,” he said, like he was going to make a coffee or something, but any response I might have had was cut off the minute one of his fingers slid through my folds and found my clit with ease. My back arched, my legs splaying wider at the feel of it. “You’re needy, but of course you are. You always will be if you stick around us. We’ll have slick dripping down your thighs, your cunt pulsing every time you’re around us. Did Ms Taylor tell you that? Whatever you want, Sage, your body needs this.”
It did.
His finger cocked upwards, just a little come-hither motion that had the pad rubbing up and down my clit, which brought my hips with it. My thighs quivered as an almost vicious pleasure built inside me, coming from nowhere and hitting me with all of the weight of Mack truck.
“This might hurt a little. It’s coming too hard, too fast?” I nodded frantically in response, unable to form words. “That’s because you came marching in here in this cute little skirt, framing an arse I want to sink my teeth into, teaching us all about project management, when you needed this.”
His hand moved away from my clit, my breath coming in rapid pants now, unaware I’d been holding it. They brushed my aching core, tracing the entrance with featherlight touches I could barely perceive, except to make me to want more. I flexed my body, trying to get him to move his fingers, and he did, just not where I needed them. They went back to slide either side of my clit, not giving me direct stimulation.
“You can have every damn thing you want, controlling interest in the company, our fortune, our real estate, a place on the board, or a plush job somewhere else if you want to keep that professional distance, but only if you give us what we need—to tend to you. We want to make you feel pleasure, help you discover all of the ways we can make becoming an omega one delirious fall into bliss, as every instinct inside me screams for me to do. Hold onto my arm.”
My hand moved slowly. I was too caught up in what he was doing and what he wasn’t, but his fingers slowed until I did as he said, my hand wrapping around that muscular forearm.
“Good girl. Now feel free to dig your nails in, mark me up if it gets too much.” When he smiled, his fangs flashed. “Never fear. I’ll like it if you do. Now take a deep breath.” My lungs filled with oxygen on automatic. “Very good. Now let it out slowly…”
I did as I was told, because right now, that was what I wanted and needed. I didn’t want to think, to worry any more. I just wanted this.
Then I got everything I craved, making me wonder at the wisdom of choosing this.
He was right—this pleasure did have a bite to it. It was like longing for something over and over and never getting it, the pain of needing something and those around you not even noticing that you did. It bit down deep as his fingers moved in a blur, flicking my clit over and over, his fingers slipping across my overly slick skin. Right when I felt like I was about to fall over that cliff, his fingers pinched down on my clit, not painfully, but that pressure, it was like it held me right where I was, teetering on the edge of orgasm, my eyes searching his face as that smile took on an edge.
“Time to come, darling girl. You can do that for me, can’t you? Just the first one of many to come.”
I nodded furiously, letting out these little whining sounds before he relented.
“Let your breath out, and it’ll come. Do it, omega.”
His voice washed over me as my body felt like it deflated, and he was right—it did come with it. A great surging wave of pleasure bit down, forcing me to twitch and jerk in response, my cries filling the room.
“That’s it. That’s a good girl. Come for me, let all that tension out, feel all of the pleasure you deserve. You never look so fucking beautiful as when you’re coming apart for me.”
Pleasure still thrummed through me as I scrambled up onto my hands and knees, moving until I straddled Beau’s lap, his smile widening as my hands went to his jaw. I found myself dipping in closer, wanting and needing his taste, but then something stopped me. Did he…? Would he…?
“There’s no stopping there, love,” he rumbled, his hand going to the back of my neck and pulling me closer into a vicious kiss.
My skin stung from where his fangs raked across my lips, from the way he held me tight against him, my head in his hand. It was as if he wanted to eat me whole and was trying to make sure I wouldn’t make an escape, but I had no intention of doing any of that. I wanted—no, needed him, the taste of coffee, mint, and him soaking into me, turning my skin to fire. His other hand slapped down on my arse, the slight sting replaced by a hard pressure as he ground my soft wetness against the hardness lurking inside his pants, then he let out a long groan, his forehead pressing against mine as his hand moved, slotting between my legs.
“This is about you, omega, not me. You need to give me more of your pleasure—a whole lot more. You ache here?”