Page 32 of Two For the Show
Sylvia told me to chase love. She’d want me to give this relationship everything I’ve got.
Maybe she didn’t mean orgasms by everything, but hey. I’ve got the capacity for a few of those in me.
“Okay.”
A shiver overtakes him. The Alpha throws his head back, eyes closed, and clenches his fists like he’s having trouble keeping control of himself. “Don’t toy with me, Omega. I’m hanging on by a thread, here.”
“I’m not toying with you,” I promise him. “I want you, Dario. No, not want. Need. I need you, Alpha.”
A snarl rumbles in his chest, a sound I never thought I’d hear from such a happy-go-lucky man. He barely gives me time to process it before he pushes me onto my back and dives for the button of my pants.
He fumbles with it for a moment, like his brain and fingers aren’t communicating, but he figures it out and rips them off of me. I’m glad I decided to wear cute panties today, because he is running his nose up the center of them.
“God, you smell so fucking good. Like the best cake I’ve ever eaten.” He gently pulls the cute hipsters off me, suddenly willing to take his time now that I’m splayed out before him, even though I’m on fire waiting for him to touch me, kiss me, anything.
I feed my fingers through his shaggy hair and try to use it to pull him closer to me. He chuckles, the sound so light and free that it reminds me of the Dario the world gets to see.
But the version he becomes when the laughter fades? The man who is between my thighs with heat in his eyes and a scent so thick that I may drown in it?
This version of Dario is only for me.
And maybe Jude, if those looks Dario gave him during the rut were anything to go by.
Oh, being between those two would be so much fun.Jude is so intense, and Dario is so carefree. Having the attention of both would be a heady pleasure.
A sharp nip on my thigh has my brain coming back online. “Lost you for a second there. What were you thinking about?”
I decide to throw caution to the wind and tell him the truth. “Being between you and Jude.”
His eyes fall close, and he shudders, chewing on his lower lip. “You’d like that?”
“Uh, yeah. I question the sanity of anyone who wouldn’t, to be honest.”
“You wouldn’t mind us being together?” A vulnerability bleeds into his voice that makes me want nothing more than to soothe him. Maybe while I’m naked and his head is between my thighs isn’t the time to do this, but I get the impression this is important that he knows before this goes any further.
“No, not at all. I also don’t care that Matteo and Quinton are together. We all have different relationships with one another. I will never begrudge someone seeking more love and pleasure from this cold, cruel world.” I sit up a little, enough to touch his face. “Promise you’ll stay within the pack, yeah? I don’t think I could handle it if you found another Omega.”
He exhales sharply, as if this was heavily weighing on him. “Fair boundary. Now,” he says softly, pressing a kiss to my inner thigh, “lie back down and let me show you how much that means to me.”
Before I get a chance to react, he’s kissing my slit softly. The barest of touches. Nothing more than a tease. Still, I can feel how slick I am, and my hips flex up, wanting more.
He gives me what I crave when he drags his tongue up me before using one of his hands to pull me open gently.The point of his tongue teases my clit, circling it but not quite touching it, and I whine, needing more.
“Don’t tease me,” I whine, weaving my fingers into his hair and bucking my hips up. “Please, Alpha, I need you.”
He gives me a final, long lick with his broad tongue before pulling away. Dario crawls up my body, dipping his face to give me a taste of myself on his lips. The kiss is filthy like he’s fucking my mouth with his tongue, and it’s over way too soon.
But then he rolls over onto his back and taps his lips with two fingers. “Climb up, Omega. My ears are cold and I need your thighs to warm them up.”
I snort an unattractive laugh. “The heat is on in here.”
“Shh, don’t try to apply logic to my pickup lines. You’ll hurt your head.”
I’ve never climbed onto a man’s face while laughing. I feel like that’s a uniquely Dario situation, and I love that.
I barely have a chance to perch above him before he’s yanking my hips down, spearing me on his tongue. I gasp, shoulders hunching forward. I can feel his chuckle of pure male satisfaction at my reaction.
He shifts me down so his tongue hits my clit perfectly, flattened and nearly desperate to taste me. I prop myself up on the wall behind his bed, giving in to the desire to grind my face into him.
