Page 100 of Two For the Show
We sit like that until the bond between us goes quiet, and his worries circle the drain. Eventually, we turn the shower off and I strip him out of his wet clothes.
Dexter is a work of art. His shoulders are broad, and his arms are well-defined. With the water no longer crashing down on top of me, the heat that it was holding at bay starts to creep back up, my stomach cramping.
Cramps may not be the right word for it. My body feels like it’s turning in on itself, needy and desperate for something only my pack can provide.
My head spins a little, and I stumble into his arms.
“Fuck,” he swears. “The shower couldn’t have helped that much, because you’re burning up again. How are you still lucid?”
I could tell him about how we used cold showers for Omegas in the hospital to either stall their heat or reduce its intensity. There’s also the phenomenon of an Omega in heat who can come up for air, so to speak, if their Alpha needs them to. It doesn’t stop the heat, but it can put it on pause, if only for a few minutes.
Dexter may not admit it, but he needed me to be aware, if only for a moment, so he could tell me how he felt.
I’m glad I was.
But the time for lucidity is over, and I need him like I need the next breath that fills my lungs.
“Now, Alpha,” I snap, and I have enough self-awareness left to be a little embarrassed at my bluntness. “I need you now,” I wail.
He grins broadly, and it isdevastating.Have I ever seen him look so unabashed, so unburdened? My Alpha slides an arm under my knees and bridal carries me to the nest.
“Up, fuckers,” he barks, startling Jude and Dario from where they lay together, kissing languidly. I’m glad they figured their shit out. “Go make out in the living room. I need to take care of our Omega.”
Dario coughs to disguise a laugh and slides out of thebed, pulling Jude along by the hand. “Call me if you need some help, little bro!”
He lays me gently on the bed, vulnerability shining in his eyes. “You’re sure?”
I want to roll my eyes, to yell, to pull him on top of me and take what I want from him. But Dexter and I have only been together once, under less than ideal conditions. He is going to need a little reassurance that I truly want him, and not only because of my wild hormones.
I’m happy to give him as much validation as he needs.
I climb up onto my knees and crawl to the edge of the bed. His cock is jutting out proudly, begging for me to taste it.
So I do.
Gripping his knot, I guide Dexter into my mouth, circling his head with my tongue. He yelps, reflexively grabbing my head, and I take it as the encouragement I need to take him deeper.
But he pulls me away before I can feel him in my throat, his chest heaving. “Wait,” he says, taking a step back. “Wait.” He crowds me until I’m forced to scramble backward on the bed. He presses our chests together. “Can I?”
“Can you what?” I ask teasingly.
“Can I taste you?”
My eyes close as the anticipatory pleasure rolls through me. I prop myself up with my pillows and spread my thighs for him. He stares at the apex, his mouth slightly open, as his newly transformed chocolate caramel scent makes my head spin and my mouth water.
He slides down onto his stomach and settles between my legs. “Holy shit,” he says softly, running his nose up my slit. “I thought you smelled good before, but now…”
Tentatively, he darts his tongue out and gently probesmy lips. I reach down and spread them with one hand, eager for the attention that my body is craving. He immediately follows my unspoken direction and laps at my clit, sending shockwaves through me.
“Fingers,” I pant, needing to be full, to feel that stretch. He complies, sliding two into me tentatively. They go in easily, and I wiggle my hips, encouraging him to fuck me with them. Dexter is a quick study, curling his fingers and thrusting them into me while sucking on my clit.
“Good boy,” I croon, weaving my fingers in his bleached blond hair. He shudders, pace faltering. When he looks up at me, lust darkening his eyes, I can’t stop the moan that tumbles from my mouth.
Spurred on by my praise, he increases his ministrations, tongue flat and strokes long as he tastes me thoroughly and massages my insides. He’s unpracticed but eager to learn, and when I place my hand on the back of his head and guide him directly to my clit, he focuses all of his attention there.
I’m sensitive and primed for him, so it is only seconds before I am reaching my peak, thrashing underneath him. In a move of surprising dominance, he uses one of his arms to pin my hips to the bed as he laps up my slick, thrusting into the bed beneath us.
As I come down, sensitive but still needy, I lose control of my tongue.
