Page 43 of Shades of Scars

My signature omega flavor bursts across my tongue, tinged with an element I’d never experienced before when I’d been forced to do this in the past. There is something uniquely different about it that I can’t quite put my finger on. It isn’t until Apollo removes his finger and slips them back beneath my skirt that I recognize it for what it is.

Contentment. Happiness.Freedom.

“Apollo, please…” I gasp at the first brush of his skillful fingers against my throbbing clit beneath the silk of my absolutely drenched panties. “What if that alpha comes looking for us?” I barely manage to get my concerns out before he taps three fingers against me as if he’s attempting to give my pussy a playful slap.

Fucking shit. Why do I love that so much?

Finally, a whine slips free from me, unbidden, when his teeth scrape against the overheated flesh of my throat. He growls, tugging me tighter against him in a visceral reaction to my omega whine. It’s like a siren call to an alpha, and it usually can’t be ignored. Their baser instincts won’t let them.

“Let her watch as I make my omega come apart around my fingers. It makes no difference to me. Let her envy me for the treasure that I’ve found, for I guarantee that she will never have a woman as exquisite as you.” He speaks those incredibly erotic words right when he slips that wandering hand of his underneath the soaked fabric of my panties.

This fucking alpha…

I buck against his hand the moment he slips a single finger inside of my dripping cunt, all the while he manages to slip his other hand up to cup my throat again. “That’s right, love. Fuck yourself on my finger. You smell so delicious. I can’t wait to have my taste as soon as you are finished.”

Tears are already rolling down my cheeks at the first curl of his finger against my g-spot. A kaleidoscope of color explodes across my vision as my body coils tighter with ecstasy. Fuck, he’s barely even begun the torture, and I am already half an inch away from the edge.

His teeth scrape against my skin again, fingers tightening around my throat, and I choke on a sob. “Let’s add another finger, shall we, love? We have about five minutes before our time here is up. Do you think I can make you come before that alpha comes looking for us?” Fucking Christ. I know he can. I am so goddamn close. My legs are quaking while he adds that second finger as promised.

“Yes, alpha,please. I need it. Make me come,fuck.” I gasp out, barely coherent enough to form the words. My hips are surging forward against his hand in an erratic dance, chasing after a flash of thunder that is already speeding directly towards me. It’s fucking magic. Especially when he latches his mouth around my throat, sucking my flesh into his mouth in a tease of a claiming bite.

“Come for me, love. Give me your pleasure. Soak my hand in that delicious slick of yours so I have a reward to clean up after.” He releases my flesh from between his lips and teeth, growling the command into my ear.

That’s all it takes. He doesn’t bother to stop me with a hand over my mouth when I let loose a keening scream of pure ecstasy. I feel my cunt clamp down around his pumping fingers, and my hips stutter in the thrusting dance I’d been performing.A slick gush of liquid heat floods the palm of Apollo’s hand, and he growls in my ear again in approval.

In an instant, my body sags, my legs no longer able to hold myself up, and he catches me with the hand he holds around my throat. He doesn’t seem phased while he holds me up, and I take a moment to catch my breath and come down from the high he’d taken me to. Holy fucking shit. I don’t know if it’s because I’ve never been touched like that—in a way that wasn’t intentionally cruel or vindictive—or if it’s because it’s him.

My perfect scent matched alpha.

My soul mate.

A love I’ve never been able to claim until this moment.

The thoughts running through my mind while he slides his hand from beneath my dress are absolutely terrifying. I barely get to enjoy his groan of bliss as he sucks my slick release clean from the palm of his hand, lapping up every last drop so none goes to waste.

As soon as he’s done, he spins me around to face him, and I nearly face plant into his chest. He cleaned up fast, and just in the nick of time, too. Seconds after his hands fall to my hips to steady me, the alpha receptionist from before sweeps into the room with a brilliant smile that very quickly freezes on her face.

Apollo has us turned just enough so I can see the way her nostrils flare and her eyes darken with desire, just as he insinuated they would. It takes her another fraction of a second to recover, and that honestly impresses me more than I’ll ever admit.

It takes her several attempts at clearing her throat before she’s able to form proper words. “Mr. Reaves. As always, I hope your visit was exceptional. I must open the building to the general public now, if you don’t mind…” She trails off with a wave of her hand behind her towards the exit.

“Thank you, Rita. Our visit was delightfully exceptional. I’ll be sure to sing my praises to Dutton for your marvelous guide-ship.” The sarcastic asshole beams at her, and I feel my cheeks blaze with embarrassment at his response.

She at least looks slightly flattered, even as Apollo grabs my hand and we sweep past her, leaving behind a plume of sex pheromones in our wake.Yeah. There’s no way she’s going to be able to air out the room before she opens the building back up for other tours.

Yet I can’t keep the smile off of my face when we exit the gallery. Naughty alpha and his even naughtier hands.

26

Scarlett

I’m in the process of trying not to have an emotional breakdown when a loud knock sounds on the front door. “I’ll get it.” Kate pats me sympathetically on the shoulder when she brushes past me on her way to answer it. We both already know who waits on the other side. I’m also still in the process of trying to figure out how to get out of another scheduled interview with the police regarding my unfortunate run in with those asshole alphas.

It doesn’t matter how many times Caito assures me via text that I have nothing to stress over. I still can’t help but to do exactly that. I’d been on the receiving end of police brutality one too many times not to worry. I know exactly how corrupt the system can be.

Especially when Caito had let in on the fact that these detectives demanding an interview with me may know something about my past, as well as the demons that reside there.

Definitely not rent fucking free, that’s for sure.

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