Page 37 of Ruin Me Knot
Leah hesitates, her eyes flickering up to Gabriel's face, checking, always checking for permission, before that first, slick stroke of her tongue glides over the swollen head of his cock.
"Fuck!" Gabriel's curse punches out of him, his hips jerking before he locks them still. His fingers flex in her hair, not forcing, just holding, as his entire body tightens like a bowstring.
Her pink tongue darts out, giving Gabriel’s cock a slow, curious lick from base to tip. She moans as she licks the bead of precum, sucking it into her mouth and rolling it over her lips. Gabriel makes a gutted sound, his abs clenching as her mouth hovers over him.
"Yes, just like that, Sweetheart," he rasps.
Color bleeds from her pupils as she wraps her slender hand around his knot. His cock throbs in her grip, the veins standing stark against flushed skin. She takes him into her mouth, lips stretching around him with a soft moan. His head falls back, a string of curses tumbling free as she sinks down, her cheeks hollowing on the first experimental suck.
Watching our fierce, broken Omega choose to take him like this undoes me. Her lashes flutter shut when he groans. Her fingers tighten around his knot as she sucks him like he’s her favorite treat. He twitches against her tongue as she bobs her head and finds a rhythm.
Gabriel's thighs tremble, his fingers petting through her hair now, murmuring praise like prayers. She sinks low, taking him into her throat and the groan he lets out could bring the house down. Thank the Gods the walls are reinforced. No one gets to hear our Omega like this but us.
Her thighs shake as she grinds down on my cock. There’s no way I’m ever goingto wash them now, but her frustration is thick in the air, laced with salt and the faintest tang of tears. She’s not getting enough pressure to come. Her heat will only get worse if we can’t do this for her.
"Leah. Omega." Ronan’s voice is rough, his hand smoothing down her spine. "Do you need your mate’s mouth instead of his cock? Will that help you?"
She’s all electrifying sexuality, but her movements are naive and untried. She said she was never given relief and I’m sure she doesn’t know what it looks like.
Her gaze snaps to mine, her lips parted on a silent gasp at Ronan’s suggestion. The look in her eyes destroys me with her pure hunger, tangled with something achingly vulnerable.
"Come here, Sunshine. Come and sit on my face and I’ll make you feel good." That must be the best sentence I’ve ever spoken.
Gabriel pulls free from her lips, his cock glistening, but his focus is all on her. "Let him take care of you, Sweetheart." She whines at the loss of him in her mouth and he adds, "You can have me back. After we’ve shifted you."
Ronan splays his palm across the dip of her waist while the other slides beneath her thighs and lifts her as if she were weightless. Gabriel guides her knees over my shoulders and lowers her to where she needs to be.
Her heat presses down against my mouth. Her silken thighs frame my vision, and I groan so loud it shakes my chest. Her perfume drowns every sense as slick drips from her core, over my chin and neck. Ronan braces her hips, adjusting her weight until she’s settled just right, her perfect cunt seated over me.
Her slick coats my lips, her taste exploding in my mouth. Sweet, addictive, and fucking perfect. I lap at her with broad, hungry strokes from her soaked entrance to her throbbing clit. She jerks, a shattered cry tearing from her throat.
"Fuck, yes. Keep doing that, brother," Gabriel utters.
I double down, circling her clit with firm, relentless pressure before plunging my tongue back inside her, fucking her with it, claiming every drop of her pleasure. Her hands scramble for purchase, fingers tangling in my hair as Ronan begins to massage her breasts, tweaking her nipples between his fingers.
Her hips roll, grinding down against my mouth, her breath coming in sharp, broken pants. "Please…please…"
Her keening cry splits the air, and Gabriel moves before the sound even fades. In one fluid motion, he’s at the end of the couch, his cock glistening and flushed, the thick head nudging against her parted lips.
She latches on like she’s starved for him.
Her fingers wrap around his shaft, guiding him deeper, her mouth stretching wide to take him. The second he’s seated on her tongue, she sucks, and Gabriel’s entire body jerks like he’s been electrocuted.
"Fuck!" The shout is ragged, his hands tangling in her hair as his hips stutter. His abs go taut, cock pulsing against her tongue, while his eyes roll back and his jaw flexes with the effort to hold on.
He’s close. Too close.
Ronan’s growl cuts through the room like a blade. "Don’t you dare cum, Gabe."
Gabriel bares his teeth, his breath coming in sharp, heaving pants. "I know," he grits out, his voice wrecked.
The flutter of her clit against my tongue is irresistible. I lick once, testing, and she whimpers around Gabriel's cock. Again, slower this time, painting slick heat in deliberate strokes before closing my lips around the swollen bud and sucking hard. Her entire body tenses, her thighs pressing against my temples.
I take her flesh between my teeth and gently bite down. Not enough to hurt. Just enough to make her nerves sing, to leave the faintest pressure that borders between pleasure and pain. Her reaction is instant. A muffled scream vibrates around Gabriel's cock as she convulses, her pussy clenching around nothing while my tongue soothes the tiny hurt. Slick floods my mouth, hot and sweet like honey laced with aroused Omega. There’s nothing like it in the world. I swallow everything she gives me, chasing every drop.
The taste of her climax is addictive. My fingers dig into her hips, holding her in place while I drink her in, showing her exactly what happens when she comes on my tongue.
When I finally pull back, her clit glistens, swollen and sensitive. A mark blooms where my teeth pressed, the perfect claiming of pleasure given and taken.
