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Even the ones that upset me.
The narrowness of his waist and the sharpness of his chin. While his face may have regained color since my heat, any skin that didn’t regularly see the sun was deathly pale.
He gingerly captured my hand, trailing reassuring kisses along my palm.
“I’m doing better.” Nipping at the pad of flesh at the base of my thumb, he said with a suggestive smirk, “And if you keep taking my clothes off, maybe evena lotbetter.”
“That sounds nice and all…” I hooked a finger in the waistband of his basketball shorts and pulled on the fabric until the elastic went taut. “But I was kind of hoping for desperate.”
Holding his gaze, I released the elastic, which recoiled against his skin with a delicious snap. “Just this once.”
His breath hitched, fingers digging into my hips as his alpha surged forward, aquamarine mist flooding his eyes. “Careful, baby.”
Wyatt bared my upper body, his mouth leaving a winding trail of heated kisses from my navel to the base of my throat, where his laugh pooled in the hollow of my collarbone, igniting an exquisite ache beneath my matching tattoo.
He unclasped my bra and tossed it aside. Cupping both breasts, he savored their weight, how they threatened to spill out of his palms, the way my nipples flushed and hardened, begging for his attention.
Wyatt groaned, nuzzling lower, breathing hard as he buried his face in the valley of my breasts, murmuring between kisses, “Don’t underestimate how much of a needy fucker I can be.”
“Oh, yeah?” Twining my fingers through his hair again, I gathered a solid fistful and gave it a brief but sharp tug. “Prove it.”
Wyatt paused, staring at me with those lust-enchanted blue eyes, making my heart race. Something about my reaction made his pupils dilate—my pheromones or perhaps the first stirring of arousal between my legs—and then he was everywhere.
Hands roving over my curves, mouth sucking at the underside of my breast, teeth digging in just enough to leave a mark without breaking the skin. He kissed the outline of my hip as he peeled my leggings away, mouth sucking longer and harder the closer he got to my pussy.
Shifting onto his knees, Wyatt bared my legs, then he shucked off his basketball shorts.
His cock seemed even thicker than I remembered, with veins just begging to be stroked and sucked.
The need to taste him was too strong. I lunged forward, grasping him behind the knees as I took him into my mouth, jaw stretching to accommodate his girth.
But before I could find my rhythm, Wyatt withdrew.
He grabbed a positioning wedge from the wall of pillows framing the bed, set it in the center of the massive mattress, and turned me around.
“Wait,” I protested as he bent me over the pillow, “I wasn’t—”
Wyatt gave my ass a firm slap. “You’ll get your turn.”
Sinking his fingers into the flesh of my thighs, he urged my knees wider apart and dove in. The movements of his tongue were determined, almost frantic, but it didn’t matter.
My body failed to reward his enthusiasm.
The first tentative brush of his finger against my entrance made me tense up.
Wyatt immediately backed away. “Am—am I doing this wrong?”
“No.” I shifted onto my knees, turning to take him in my arms, dismayed by the tension coiled through his body. “My heat… It let us skip some steps.”
Wyatt’s arms hung limp at his sides. “But you were wet our first time, before Cal gave you anything else.”
“That’s because he spent ages prepping me. You know I’ve had bad heats, and well… Having sex when I’m like this isn’t always—”
“Stop. Don’t say anything else.” Crushing me against his chest, Wyatt buried his face in my neck. “Tell me what you neednow.”
“Honestly,” I said, rubbing his tense muscles, “to finish giving you that blowjob—because I do best with pheromones in liquid form. Saliva, sweat, or semen. Purrs help, too.”
“And lube?”
