Page 159 of Bred
Rowan cupped my cheek, then placed a soft kiss on my lips. "I didn't tell you," he turned me to face him, "but you look so beautiful today." Big hands circled my waist, pulling me flush to his chest. He was so warm. "Don't worry," he rumbled in my ear, his breath hot. "I'll take care of you."
Moving his hands up my back, he slowly caressed me. Over my hips, up to my sides, then lingering at my breasts. He gently squeezed my small mounds before wrapping one hand around my throat. It was weirdly soothing. He held me firm while the other hand undid the buttons along my back.
I had never been naked in front of anyone other than my mother, Mina, and Summer. What would he think of me? I didn't have the impressive curves Mina did, nor Summer's desired bust. I was thin and narrow. My grandmother called me a waif.
My dress hung loose as he undid the last few buttons, then it fell, pudding at my feet. I squeezed my eyes shut, waiting. Rowan's hands disappeared from my body, and my face burned with embarrassment. What was he doing? Was he disappointed in what he saw?
The jingle of a belt sent fear skating across my skin, but my wolf purred loudly. This was it.
I breathed deeply.
He was going to take me.
In and out. I filled my lungs.
My wolf inched forward, her desire to be claimed edging out my fear. I pulled her as close to the front of my mind as I could, willing my instincts to take over, to wash away my fear and uncertainty. I wanted to be so perfect for Rowan, and I cursed myself for not reading one of Mina's dirty love stories before my bonding. She had offered, but I declined, too embarrassed to actually read one.
Gentle hands brushed from my elbows up to my shoulders. I opened my eyes to see Rowan looking down at me. His dark eyes sparkled as they moved lovingly over my face and down my chest. He licked his lips, and his gaze dropped even lower.
"You are so gorgeous," he whispered.
Unable to help myself, I looked down his great, big body, then immediately regretted it. His member was huge. Thick and veiny. The base was a slightly darker color than the enormous tip, and his balls hung heavy between his thighs. There was no way he was going to fit inside me. My mother said it might hurt. This wasdefinitelygoing to hurt.
Rowan cupped my face, and I flinched hard. "Don't hurt me," I blurted out.
Shock, followed by deep sadness filled his eyes. "Never," he whispered, gently pulling at my earrings. They slipped free, and he dropped them carefully onto my dress. "I would never hurt you."
I cursed at myself, concentrating hard on breathing. How was I already messing this up?
Trying to be better, I forced myself onto my tiptoes and placed my mouth on his. I expected him to devour me, to handle and bite me, but he was soft, kissing me slow to ease my inexperience.
His tongue brushed over my top lip, and I smiled. It tickled.
Rowan caressed my jawline, licking my lip again. "Open your mouth, beautiful."
Feeling a little awkward, I did as I was told, surprised when he put his tongue in my mouth. I thought only harlots kissed rogues like this, and the shock made me go stiff.
"It's okay," Rowan purred into my mouth. He swept his tongue across mine, tasting and feeling me. It felt scandalous and wonderful at the same time.
The vibrations from his chest warmed and soothed me, my omega nature quickly pulling me into a sleepy state. Growling softly as I melted in his arms, Rowan splayed a big hand against my back, moving down to cup my bare bottom.
He purred louder.
My belly pressed flush against his hips. His enormous member squished up between us, and something wet coated my skin. My mind wandered to the conversation with my mother. She said omegas started out wet. Then alphas made everything wetter at the end. But he was already leaking. Did I do something wrong?
Rowan pinched my nipples, and I squeaked at the sensation. It hurt.
He did it again, and it hurt a little less, making my sex twinge. It felt incredible, and I arched my back to urge him to do it again.
Palming my breasts, Rowan switched between firm squeezes and sharp pinching. He made my nipples so tight and puffy I felt as if I might come just from his rough handling. Breaking the kiss, he attached his lips to my breast. The feeling was divine. His hot tongue lapped at me, followed by sharp teeth nipping.
My fingers raked through his short hair, my hands moving without meaning to. His attention to my breasts suddenly had me restless, and I clawed at his shoulders, shamelessly needing more.
The familiar open feeling from my heat bloomed between my legs, and I gasped. My thighs shook as slick gathered and dripped. He was bewitching me.
Rowan growled, popping off my nipple. "That's my sweet girl." He swept me up in one fierce movement, then threw me onto the bed. I bounced slightly before coming to a stop. My big alpha stalked up the bed, crawling over me. His eyes glowed red, and I squeezed mine shut.
I was excited to lay with him—his hands felt so good on my sensitive flesh—but it was all still so unbelievably embarrassing.
