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He laps at me lazily, then returns to my clit, moving his tongue in quick, tight circles that form black dots behind my eyes. He grabs my ass with his hands, pins my hips down, keeps me right where he wants me as he licks from my entrance to my clit and back again.
And when he slides his tongue inside me, I lose myself all over again, gasping and reaching for him, my hands sliding over his as I struggle to find some purchase.
“Yes,” he murmurs, kissing my shaking legs. “You have no fucking idea how good it is to taste you like that. Nofuckingidea.”
His hands massage my hips, and he lines his cock up against me, making me whimper as he slides it over me, hitting my clit with its head, rubbing again and again but not providing the pressure I need.
I can already feel that spot inside me begging for him—for his cock, for his knot—the only thing that’s going to relieve this wanting.
Lachlan could make me come a thousand times on his tongue, and it would never satisfy like having him inside me. I know because that night, after he slid his hand into my pants and touched me, it didn’t leave me satisfied.
It left me wanting more than I thought I would ever get. It left me fantasizing about him, his body, his fucking hand, even while I was heartbroken.
And now, when I lift my hips up to him, basically pleading, he lets out a low laugh and notches himself at my entrance before leaning forward, kissing the inside of my elbow.
“Are you ready?” he asks, and I know what he’s asking—if I can take it.
I can’t get a single word past my throat, so I just nod, gripping his forearms as he slides in.
Chapter 20 - Lachlan
I’m so focused on Valerie, on making sure I don’t move too quick, don’t hurt her, that I don’t register the pleasure of her pussy around my cock until I’m seated all the way inside, and it all comes rushing to me at once.
She squeezes around me, and I drop my forehead to her shoulder, growling, arms shaking with the effort of holding myself back.
After ten years of looking for this in another woman, I’ve realized something I should have figured out a long time ago.
There is no other woman.
Valerie was made for me; her pussy wasmadefor me. I fit inside her perfectly, our hips flush, her legs wrapping around my waist and tugging me in deeper, a whimper sliding out from the bottom of her throat as I do.
When I don’t move, she does, rolling her hips and sending sparks flaring out behind my eyes.
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
Every other time in this bed has been a fucking waste. Every hour I spent wooing a woman, just to bring her back here and be left hungry—such a waste.
Because now? Now I realize what this was always supposed to feel like.
“Lachlan,” Valerie gasps, reaching for me, and I lower myself to her, kissing her hard and deep as I rock inside her, my cock pulsing with the pent-up desire, the lust and frustration that’s been building foryears.
It’s like eating nothing but applesauce and finally sitting down to a steak dinner. I wasn’t fully aware that I was starving before I had the entire fucking meal right in front of me.
I grip her hips, pin her down, driving down into her until her head falls back against the pillow and all words leave her. When I’m done with Valerie, I want her to be ruined for all other men. I never want her to think someone else could touch her like this, fuck her like this.
Nobody can. She’smine.
I show her that with every thrust of my hips. I push her down onto the mattress and make her beg me, make her whisper my name again and again until she comes around me, clenching hard as I thrust, chasing her pleasure, finding that spot and burying myself inside it.
When my knot forms, pumping inside her, she sighs into the feeling, her breathing coming out in little spurts. I watch her, amazed by the sight.
I’ve fucked a few other omegas before, but it’s never been like this. And it’s especially not been like this with betas, who either ask me to pull out just in case the knot forms, or whose anatomy just won’t allow for it in the first place.
But with Valerie, it’s like we slot together. Like two puzzle pieces.
And more than that, where other omegas might be wincing, uncomfortable with the feeling of my knot inside them, Valerie almost seems…
“Does that feel good?” I whisper, moving slightly inside her, going slow in case I’m wrong.
