Page 220 of Inside the Sun

So I keep going. Another gentle kiss on his cheekbone. One at his temple. Then back down along his jawline to his chin.

I’m getting closer to where I want to be, his neck gland. The skin there is soft, unmarked. No one’s ever bitten him there before. Not even his first boyfriend. I’d love to know why. Maybe they were just too young when it happened. Well, they weren’t legal, not even close.

Maybe his ex hadn’t gone throughMusthyet? Most alphas can’t deploy their mating fangs before it, though I know there are exceptions. Either way, it’s a mystery I’ll never solve. All I can do now is enjoy the sight of this untouched skin, waiting for my claim.

My lips graze his gland, light nips, a slow lick. Sun lets out a quiet gasp, almost a sigh.

Only then do I circle back to his sweet, full lips, just for more of the orange flavor.

His arms tighten around my back, the lean body presses up against mine. He spreads his legs, and I feel his calves rest along my hips, a clear invitation.

My fingers, greedy now, slip under the hem of his white T-shirt, reveling in the silk-smooth warmth of his skin. I trail myfingertips along his sides, feel the goosebumps rise in response. It sends a shiver through me, one I feel deep, even if I don’t show it.

His nipples, small, hard, find their way to my fingers like they’re meant to. And Sun… he starts to purr!

It’s a rare sound. Something only alphas and omegas can produce. Almost like a cat’s purr, but deeper. It’s not usually heard during sex. It’s more intimate than that, something tied to comfort, to safety. Omegas use it to soothe newborns, to calm sick children. And yet here it is, slipping from his throat, and it’s more unexpected than anything.

Can I answer it? Maybe. Perhaps I’ll try in a moment. But for now, I don’t want to be too sweet, I want the wild part too.

I push his shirt higher, exposing his chest, so my mouth can reach his nipples. For an alpha, they’re surprisingly sensitive.

Sun squeezes his eyes shut and exhales sharply when I lightly nip at one. His rock-hard cock nudges against my chest, clearly, our closeness is having the same effect on him as it is on me.

That subtle vibration that runs through his body, the way he purrs… something primal stirs inside me. I want to pull him closer, fuse with him completely. I want to soothe whatever part of him is still aching.

And the night is only just beginning.

I move lower, but I bypass his cock, too.

My mouth brushes over his smoothly shaved balls, gently, intentionally, but that’s not where I’m eventually heading.

Sliding further down the bed, I grip his thighs and guide them up, folding his knees toward his chest.

Finally, I can do what I’ve only dared to imagine before, half-dreaming, in my wild visions.

My lips find the soft ring of folds surrounding his entrance. They look like rose petals, and I heard they’re incredibly sensitive. I’m about to test that firsthand.

My tongue flicks over them, swirling in slow spirals, tracing shapes and flourishes across the pink ridges and delicate curvatures of his tissue.

The sounds spilling from Sun’s mouth deepen, shifting from quiet sighs into something rougher, more feral, edged with pleasure.

He’s breathing fast now. His cock is fully hard, a clear thread of pre-cum slipping down the shaft toward me. I pause, licking it up, the tip of my tongue tracing his hard dick, but not for long, I then return to my task, as he’s getting desperate.

The entrance of rose omegas comes with properties most people know nothing about, something woven into the secret magic that connects purple alphas and rose omegas.

And with Sun, even though he’s technically an alpha, it feels exactly the same.

His petals respond like they have a will of their own. They pulse softly, fluttering open around his entrance, offering themselves to me.

With most omegas, arousal tightens the ring of muscle and deepens the color.

But with him, it’s something else entirely, it’s like watching a flower bloom, then close, then bloom again. There’s nothing on Earth more erotic. There’s magic in it, hypnotic and impossible to resist.

My tongue keeps moving, tracing circles around his opening. The petals ripple under my touch. My pace quickens, focused now solely on increasing his pleasure.

Sun gasps and moans, arms thrown over his head. His hips lift on their own, offering himself to me completely.

And then, suddenly, he lets out a loud cry, and a stream of cum shoots from the tip of his cock.

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