Page 137 of The Heart of Winter

"Hmm… the scar is tiny, almost fully healed," he murmured, sounding a bit puzzled, brushing his lips over the spot he’d bitten yesterday. I couldn’t see it myself, of course, but I took his word for it.

"I wonder if a beta’s bite leaves a pheromonal imprint," he mused suddenly.

Normally, when an omega bit an alpha—or vice versa—within about twenty-four hours, their pheromones would subtly start to change the aroma, signaling to others that they were mated. But I wasn’t sure if that worked with betas, since they didn’t have a strong natural scent of their own.

"If I wanted to…" I hesitated.

"I told you already, you can," Winter murmured with a small smile, apparently reading my thoughts perfectly. "It wouldn’t be my first time."

Our eyes met. Slowly, he lifted his hand and showed me his wrist. Up close, I saw two tiny, pale marks.

"Oh… yeah, don’t remind me, that was a crazy situation…" I muttered awkwardly, averting my gaze.

Winter slipped a finger under my chin and tilted it back up, forcing me to look at him.

"But kinda sexy," he added, giving me a playful wink.

Then he stood up, grabbed the soap, and quickly washed himself, his eyes on me the entire time.

When we both stepped out of the water, he was already hard. Or still hard?

So was I.

We lay down on the mattress, but this time, when he tried to lie on his stomach, I stopped him. Instead, I straddled him, pressing him down onto his back, my face hovering above his.

For a moment, I just looked at him. His expression was calm, open.

"You don’t have much stubble. It doesn’t grow fast," I said suddenly.

Winter smiled. "I usually shave every three days. My facial hair is also really light."

"I don’t have any at all…" I mumbled, blushing.

Only then did I lean in and kiss his cheek gently. He looked somewhat surprised I chose that type of kiss, but he allowed it. So, for a while, I covered his temple, chin, jaw, and then his neck with light pecks. Winter’s hands came up and softly stroked my back while I was showering him with kisses.

But when my lips reached his gland, I noticed it was different from yesterday, slightly spongier, softer, maybe even a bit darker in color. A faint pink hue had appeared.

What could that mean? I didn’t want to ask more technical questions, my cock was demanding attention.

I returned to kissing his neck, collarbones, and chest, my tongue flicking over his nipples. Winter responded with deeper breaths, and when I sucked one sensitive, pearly nub into my mouth, he gasped.

With my left hand, I twisted and rolled his other nipple, feeling my blood stir. To me, Winter was the sexiest person I’d ever met. I was literally shivering from the contact of our skin, electrified, as if sparks danced all around us.

My lips trailed down to his stomach, and soon my chin bumped into something, he was rock hard. Without hesitation, I took him into my mouth, feeling excited. I’d never done this before, but I gave it a try, working him like he had worked me, taking him deep into my throat. But I had no experience, and when his glans pressed against my throat, I immediately coughed, feeling horribly embarrassed.

"Relax, you don’t have to do this, baby," Winter murmured softly, stroking my head. "It takes a bit of practice."

"But I want to," I pouted. "You’re so good at it…"

"I don’t need you to try to match me," he replied, in a tone I’d never heard from him before—low, almost sensual. "Everything else about you is sexy."

So, I moved my lips to his balls, playing with them for a while, sucking them into my mouth before trailing up to his perineum. Winter lifted his legs, grabbing his knees to make room. I dove in, my tongue caressing his sensitive skin.

To my surprise, his sphincter was already a bit swollen, the natural color slightly pinker. I swirled my tongue around it, then slipped it inside. Winter arched his back, his hips pressing forward, as if urging me on. I happily obliged, pleased that he enjoyed it.

It was surprising, considering what he’d once told me, that he didn’t enjoy being a bottom. Yet with me, he acted like it was a natural part of his sex life. Maybe what he said was true? Each pair creates its own unique sexual dynamic.

Wanting to move things along, I slid a finger inside him, widening him gently. He wasn’t clenched at all, but almost fully relaxed. I wondered if it was because I’d been inside him yesterday, or because of his ongoing arousal. Either way, I was thrilled. Soon I added a second finger, then a third, stretching him.

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