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The need to come is overwhelming, but Dario seems determined to draw this out. Every time I press myself harder against his tongue, he backs off a little, resorting to kissing my clit gently. I’m about to grab his hair and yank him where I want him when a finger drags through me, circling my entrance.
“Yes,” I nearly beg. “Please.”
I don’t need to use specifics, because he knows exactly what I’m asking for. He pushes that finger inside me, andthe relief I feel is immediate. I throw my head back, a sigh of relief escaping me that has Dario humming a smug sound and me clenching my thighs.
Something about a man who knows what he’s doing and is confident in his skills is so fucking hot.
I can feel his body jerk and rustle beneath me, and I look behind me to see Dario struggling to get his pants undone. Once he does, I watch as he pulls out his cock, which is swollen and dripping, and fists it clumsily.
My mouth waters with the need to taste him. As I try to turn around so I can take his dick into my mouth, he drops it and clutches my thighs, holding me in place.
“No, Omega.” His voice is slightly muffled against my flesh. “Can’t let you get that mouth on me. I don’t want my bond mark on my cock. Once I’ve earned it, I want to be able to show it off, and I doubt you’d appreciate me walking around dick out.”
The idea of that has me growling, and he laughs heartily.
“See?” He lightly nips at my clit, and my body nearly crumbles against him. He doesn’t need to say anything else, because two fingers slide inside me and my brain stutters, emptying of all thoughts but the pleasure that he’s bringing me.
He curls his fingers against the vestibule that is made to accommodate his knot, and I can’t hold back the pleasured, wordless sounds that spill out of my mouth. Almost as if that sound makes him feral, he picks up the pace, one more finger sliding inside me, and his tongue works my clit in a way that has the pleasure coiling tight inside me.
My toes curl, and I desperately pinch at my nipple through my bra. I’m barely supporting myself against the wall with my other hand. His shoulder moves beneath me,and I know he’s working his cock over again, but I’m too lost in the pleasure to insist that he let me help him.
The moment he slides a fourth finger in me, overlapping them slightly and making me feel so beautifully full, he sucks my clit into his mouth, and I can’t hold back anymore. An orgasm races through me, leaving me twitching and shaking and probably suffocating my Alpha, but it’s like he sucked my brain out through my clit, so I can’t find it in me to worry about silly little things like breathing.
A masculine groan beneath me and the spike of his scent tells me he reached completion as well, and I collapse onto his bed, breathing heavily.
We lay side by side, panting, trying to catch our breath. I can see the sticky mess on his hand once my vision is no longer blurry, and I can’t stop myself. I grab it and drag my tongue across his palm, cleaning his mess off. The taste of him is enough to make me want to go a second round, and Dario must agree, because he throws his head back with a pained sound.
“Don’t do that or I’m not going to be able to hold back from fucking you.” I look down at his cock, his knot inflated, but before I can say that’s not a bad idea, he gathers me in his arms and presses my head to his chest. A kiss on my forehead has me relaxing. “Not right now, sweetheart. Next time.”
Maybe planning for the future, even if it’s only another date, should make me nervous.
But it doesn’t.
The bond with Dario no longer feels inevitable. It feels necessary.
Chapter 13
I don’t needto go over there.
Sure, Dario said he wanted part of his date with Alex to include me, but I don’thaveto go over there. I could ignore his text and say I lost track of time.
But I told myself I would do things differently this time. That I would give the idea of having a pack, an Omega, a real shot.
So I run my hands down my already smooth black t-shirt, and knock on the door to Dario’s trailer before opening it. I’ve never once waited for him to open the door for me.
The sound of laughter greets me.
Dario and Alex are cuddled up on the couch, a blanket thrown over both of them, watching something on his old TV.
“Hey,” I say awkwardly.
My brother swings his head toward me, a massive grin on his face. “Dexter! Come sit down.”
I don’t move. I can’t. It’s like my feet are cemented to the floor.
“Hey, Dex,” Alex says sweetly. “Wanna join us?”
That gets me moving. I didn’t realize I was waiting for her invitation, but before I know it, I’m across the room and settling down next to her. She throws the blanket over my lap without asking if I want it. It’s really fucking warm, too warm, honestly, but I don’t say anything.
