His fingers swiped across the entrance to my cunt, skating over and never once dipping in, even when I gave out a frustrated little moan.
“Give me your words, omega. I like knowing what I’m doing to you.”
“I…” He didn’t seem to understand how damn hard that was. I’d sunk deep into some instinctual place, where words were abstract, imprecise things. “I need…”
“That’s it. Tell me what you need.”
“Need. Beau, I can’t…”
“Yes, you can.” One finger slid inside a tiny increment, as if to remind me of just what I was missing. “Tell me what you need. I want to give it to you, Sage, so fucking much…” The smile faded, and his gaze grew intent. “You know what you need, you just need to—”
“Inside…” I whined. “Aching.”
“Here, baby?” All of the harshness was gone from his voice as two fingers were pushed inside me, but I couldn’t answer, not right now. My head dropped down onto his shoulder, and his other hand kept me there, rubbing big circles on my back.
“Yes, yes, please, Beau.”
“That’s what I needed to hear.” His finger thrust in, making me jump at the sudden intrusion. “Shh…I know what you need. I’ve got you.”
His fingers slid forward, then hooked up, finding the place that ached the most with unerring aim.
“Fuck! Beau—”
“I know, omega. You ache right here for me, for my brothers. This is where our knots will lock tight and every movement of our cocks will press down…”
He did the same, both conjuring the way it was with Lucien and the way it could be now, with him. His fingers tapped against the sensitive spot, slick running down his hand in response, before dragging a terrible groan from me as he pushed down in earnest.
“This will be the way it is when we rut you.”
His spare hand slid down, tipping my hips backwards, as if presenting me to some unseen participant.
“I’ll be kissing you, swallowing all the sounds of your pleasure, as my brothers fucking destroy you, my hand sliding down…” His thumb hooked upwards, grazing over my clit, drawing a frantic little moan from me. “Playing with your clit, teasing those impudent little nipples that keep pushing through the fabric of these damn blouses. Nothing will give me more pleasure. Well…”
I looked up, bleary-eyed and at a strange angle, but he smiled down at me anyway.
“I’d love to display you, show the fucking world how beautiful you are as you come apart.”
Whether in response to that idea or just me, I didn’t know, but his hand moved now in earnest. Another finger was pushed inside me, all three raking across my clit, drawing this strange, almost dull pleasure, but it was expansive, a great big cloud of it, ready to swallow me whole, spinning me around and around.
“Beau!”
“You’re gonna come for me again? Do it, princess, just for me. I want to feel your tight little cunt clamping around my fingers, strangling them just like you will my knot when you’re ready.”
I couldn’t dwell on his words, because this time, a fire was lit inside me, roaring to life and intent on swallowing me whole. My voice became a thin, high shriek as it tore through me, his fingers merciless, massaging me through each shudder of orgasm and then beyond, until I was twitching, jerking away from him.
He pulled his fingers free, then held them up, the evidence of my arousal all over them before he licked them clean.
“I’ll let you push me away for now, but…” His head tilted to one side. “I want to explore that—what it would be like if you didn’t.”
“Sensitive…” I gasped out, even as his hand returned, stroking the skin of my inner thigh, rubbing his palm over my mound.
“Aren’t you just? Imagine what it would be like if I kept on pushing, forcing you to feel pleasure.”
“Noo…” I whined.
“Safe word if you don’t want it, omega. No and yes are too easily mixed up.” He paused then, waiting for me to say it. His smile returned, wicked and boyish and promising so damn much, which was what helped hold my tongue. “No can mean yes. Yes can mean no.”
As if to prove his point, he just barely caressed my clit, watching me shiver and shake but not pull away, because that caress contained the ghost of previous pleasure and the promise of more, so much more.