Page 38 of Dodging Bullets

The tub was deep enough that my body could float gently without touching the bottom or the sides, with Max’s armwrapped around my torso. I was wedged hard to his body, his cock nestled between my ass cheeks. He hooked his calves around my ankles, pulling my knees apart. Then he did nothing but let us soak.

I was both relaxed and electrified. Every lap of water against my sensitive core felt amplified tenfold. His hand running over my torso was lazy and unhurried, and my nerves turned into something more languid. More sensual.

His slippery fingers slid back over my breasts, rolling the tight buds between his thumb and forefinger. His lips pressed against the nape of my neck, right over the pulse point, that place that made my Omega whine in my chest.

“Max…” I breathed.

“Yes, Polly?” The way he said my name was like a prayer.

“Touch me?”

He growled deep in his chest and pulled me further up his body, until the hand that had been playing with my breasts slipped between my thighs. He strummed my clit, circling it achingly slowly. “You’re so soft. I bet you’re sweet too, aren’t you? I can’t wait to taste you on my tongue. Open wider for me,” he murmured.

I did, spreading my thighs, close to begging for his fingers. He didn’t make me beg, though.

“Has Llew been playing with this sweet little pussy? Has he been stretching it, preparing you for your heat and his knot?” He slid one finger inside me, curling it gently, stroking with the same languid movements as he stroked my skin. But so much better, especially when his thumb brushed across my clit at the same leisurely pace.

I wanted to hurry him, to chase down that pleasurable feeling inside me like a wolf chasing its prey, but I didn’t. I trusted my Beta, and I let him play my body like an instrument. He slidanother finger inside me, which was more than I’d done with Llew. Llew liked to use his tongue to fuck me, which I enjoyed.

But the feeling of Max’s two thick fingers inside me was different. More. He moved them faster now, and my moans began to echo off the wall, especially as he plucked at my nipples with his other hand.

Oh god.

“I can feel your pretty, wet pussy squeezing my fingers, baby. You’re getting close, aren’t you? Can you feel that pleasure right there?” I nodded vigorously, and he stroked his fingers faster. That feeling, that low ache that stole my breath, wasjustthere. “Reach out and take it, Omega. I want you to come for me,” he growled, and I did.

I clenched down on his fingers so hard, I wondered if I might break them. I came in long waves that shook my body and made my toes curl. He stroked me through it, and when it was almost too much, he pulled out his fingers. He kissed across my shoulders, whispering things that my blissed-out brain couldn’t really comprehend.

“I want to slide my cock inside you right now, sweetheart, but the first time I have you, I want to see your beautiful face.”

He stood, climbing out of the bath and grabbing a towel. He was beautiful, naked and wet, with water dripping down his body like a work of art. When he returned, he scooped me out of the water and wrapped me in a towel.

Then he kissed me with so much feeling, it made tears well. I wasn’t sure how I knew what he was telling me, that this meant everything to him, but I did.

He swept me up into his arms. “I’m going to make love to you now,” he whispered, and there were a million promises in his words.

Twenty-Two

Max

Iwas so fucking nervous, though I was trying to hide it. Ever since she came on my fingers, I’d been holding back the urge to come. But I’d control myself. I would make it good for her, even if my balls exploded in the process from back pressure.

She was still small in my arms, but the irony didn’t escape me that I’d held her just like this when rescuing her from that pit a couple of weeks ago, and now was walking into a room to make love to her. I laid her down on the bed, which I’d made with soft sheets and a waterproof mattress protector, because I intended to make her come, and come, and come again.

Her skin was soft from the milk bath, and as I set her on her feet, I took the towel and dried her gently. Reverently. As she moaned at the coarse feeling of the towel over her hardened nipples, I bit the inside of my cheek and thought about insider trading laws. The Espionage Handbook. Every color of beige paint I could conjure in my mind’s eye.Anythingbut coming on the floor while I dried her off.

When I fell to my knees in front of her, I was nose to pussy, helpless to do anything but hook her leg over my shoulder and have a taste. I groaned as it hit my tongue. She was definitelynearing heat, because she was addictively sweet. Biology was wild.

I lapped and sucked until she was coming on my face, and it was too much. The taste, the way she fluttered against my tongue. I blew without even touching my cock.

Fuck me.I hadn’t come this quickly since Llew and I had decided to take each other’s virginity when we were sixteen. That had been like a crime scene of bodily fluids, but I wouldn’t have had it any other way.

I wanted better than that for Polly, though, so I gave my dick a stern talking-to, hoping that she didn’t notice that my cock was currently on rest mode.

The taste of her, and the scent of her that just flowed through the room, meant it wouldn’t be soft for long.Thank fuck for Omega pheromones.

I climbed up her body and between her thighs, kissing her until I was almost fully hard again. “You’re so perfect for us, Omega. Our Omega. My Polly,” I breathed, and she kissed me back without any hesitation. If she was worried, I think it was lost in the haze of pleasurable endorphins that had to be rushing through her body.

“Please, Max,” she begged softly, and I groaned.

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