Page 26 of Shades of Scars

Carefully, I take my sling off and place it on the bed side table. I don’t need both arms for what we’re about to do, but I don’t want it in the way.

He watches me like a hungry hawk as I place my knees on the edge of the bed, bending forward until my breath can fan over the exposed V in his lower torso. My tongue darts out on instinct, running over golden skin honed to perfection, and his body arches up into me instinctively.

It’s a powerful feeling. Having my alpha at my mercy.

My fingers trail up one of his calves to his thigh, until I can tease the skin just underneath the fabric of the boxers. I inch closer and closer until my nails scrape against his balls, and he hisses in response.

I play with him a little as I continue to lick every inch of his lower abdomen until I’ve had my fill. He tastes like citrusy desire and warm, spicy liquor. He groans when I remove my hand from the leg hole of his boxers, but it doesn’t last long.

My eagerness piqued, I finally reach up with my good hand to peel back the hemline until his cock springs free, nearly hitting me in the face.

My mouth waters at the first sight of him, so long and thick and corded with veins. He’s already dripping for me, and I shift slightly to rub my own thighs together for that delicious friction I’m secretly dying for.

The first flick of my tongue over the weeping tip of his dick causes him to buck up in response, and he lets out a strangled gasp. “Shit, Sweetheart. Warn a guy next time before you strike.”

With a wicked smirk, I strike again without the warning he’d just pleaded for. I wrap my lips around him and suck him down until I make it about halfway, before I come back up, using my teeth to scrape up the throbbing length of him.

His moan is like a siren song to my ears.

I wrap my free hand around the base of him while I begin to suck and nip at him like my life depends on it. His cock continues to weep his delicious essence until I’m driven completely wild with need for it. I start bobbing up and down and sucking him so hard, that the mattress creaks beneath his powerful writhing body.

“Oh, fuck, Sweetheart. Shit,omega! Holy fucking hell!” He pants and gasps and groans, each noise and praise that spills from his lips like exquisite torture of the best variety.

I peek up at him from beneath my lashes, and watch as he slowly loses control of himself with each pass of my tongue and teeth over the steel hard length of his cock. His hands fist into the sheets and blankets of my nest while his eyes roll back when I remove my fist so I can take him deeper.

My hand reaches down again until I find his swollen balls, and I cup them in my palm and roll them around until he starts to buck up into my mouth with wild abandon. Each time he hits the back of my throat and the muscles there constrict around him, his knot bumps my lips, making me crave it in other places I can never dream of taking him.

“Sweet merciful-fuck, Scar. I want to knot this pretty mouth of yours. I want to fill your throat and belly so full of my cum that you taste me for days. Shit, I’m going to do it,omega.” He growls, finally thrusting his fingers into my hair so he can fuck up into my mouth as he chases his release.

I can feel my slick soaking through my panties and sweatpants with each thrust of his powerful hips. My throat flutters around him when I swallow with each plunge of that delicious cock. Our scents have saturated the air around us, thoroughly covering my nest just the way I’d wanted it. Oranges and Jasmine. Tangy and spicy. The perfect fucking combination.

“Fuck, I’m going to come, Sweetheart. You’re going to swallow all of it, aren’t you? Don’t you dare waste a single drop.” He practically snarls, his fingers tightening in my hair as he bucks up into my mouth wildly.

My hand releases his balls to wrap around his pulsing knot, and when I give him a firm squeeze, he loses himself. Every muscle in his body goes rigid when he spills himself deep down the back of my throat with a guttural moan. I swallow around him reflexively, my hand steadily massaging his knot until I’m sure he’s emptied every last drop down of my throat, just as he’d commanded.

He goes limp beneath me, the only sound in the room with us is his ragged breathing as he slowly comes down from his high. When I finally release his cock from my mouth with an audible pop and I look at him, I’m satisfied with how relaxed he looks snuggled down amongst my nest. It now smells like his arousal, and I’m sure I’ll spend the next several days here just soaking it all in.

It’s the only thing I can allow myself.

He reaches for me then, as if reading my mind, but I sit up and scoot back a little out of reach from him until my back’s against the wall at the end of my nest. He sits up, eyes roaming over me with that heat still blazing an inferno in his dark, cerulean eyes.

“Let me take care of you, Scarlett. I owe you.” His voice is so soft as he speaks to me, and it makes my heart twist painfully in my chest.

I shake my head, trying to offer him a reassuring smile that I don’t have the heart for. “It’s okay. I just wanted my nest to smell like you. I’ll be fine now.” He watches me lift my good arm up to brush some hair back from my face that’s stuck to my overheated cheeks. I can’t tell him why we’ll never be able to do anything but this. I just hope that he won’t push it.

His pleasure will just have to be enough for me.

He looks like he wants to argue, but the longer I stare at him, I can see him falter. He clearly doesn’t want to upset me, and this is a very obvious line I’ve drawn. “Alright. Can we at least cuddle for a while before I have to leave for work?”

I swear, my heart seriously can’t take anymore hits, but I relent easily. This is something I can allow myself, at the very least. Those assholes don’t have to steal this comfort from me in the same way they had my pleasure. This is something entirely different that they won’t be privy to.

As I settle against him, wrapped up in his arms and surrounded by the scent of his own pleasure, I can’t help but mourn the opportunity I just let slip me by.

It has to be this way. It’s for the best.

Lie. Lie. Lie.

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