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“I’m in charge,” I insisted, hands dropping to his waistband and popping the button.
“Of course you are,” he sighed, hands leaving me briefly in a mock gesture of surrender.
I knew he was alpha enough that he’d grab back the reins soon enough, so I hurriedly dropped to my knees. As I slid his zipper down, the dark head of his engorged cock appeared. I carefully released his member from its confines until it stood erect and proud, nestled in its thatch of dark curls.
The mouth-watering sight had me swallowing hard, and my annoying omega body sent another wave of scent into the air.Almost involuntarily, my tongue slid over my lips, covering them in a layer of saliva. I glanced up to find his hooded eyes watching me intently.
I had no idea what I was doing, but I yearned to taste him, wanted to feel the weight of him on my tongue. I leaned forward, my tongue out, until it just swiped the tip of him. He hissed and I drew back. I looked up uncertainly.
“Go on,” he urged in a whisper. “It’s… good.”
Emboldened, I leaned forward again, licking a wet stripe from root to tip, then slid my whole tongue under the length of it, spreading wetness over the silky-smooth skin. I closed my eyes, feeling the solidness of the weight on my tongue, the silky skin like satin as it moved with the movement of my tongue. I inhaled deeply, his musky scent, fresh and earthy, triggering another gush of slick from my body.
I took him into my mouth and sucked him down. A shiver ran through me from head to toe. Kneeling here at his feet, his hot hard cock in my mouth, I felt submissive as all fuck.
But strangely, I was loving it. I felt safe. We still hardly knew each other, but somehow, I knew he wouldn’t intentionally hurt me. We still had shit to work out, but I could enjoy making myself vulnerable like this, knowing he wouldn’t let me fall.
A deep guttural groan rumbled through his body and made itself felt as far south as his erection, which vibrated in my mouth as I bobbed up and down over it. I loved the heat of him, the firmness wrapped in silky skin. He felt so right in my mouth.
I lost myself in the sensations, time irrelevant, my mind floating.
“Xander.” My name spoken through gritted teeth awoke me from my reverie. Gentle hands ran fingers through the strands of my hair, rubbing my scalp. “Xander.” He sounded desperate.
I stopped what I was doing, looking up at him, hard cock in my mouth.
He groaned. “I’m going to come. If you don’t want…”
Ididwant. I doubled down on my efforts, sucking harder and faster, humming with satisfaction as I tasted the first drops of his release, and then he was full on coming, thick spurts of tangy liquid filling my mouth as I tried to swallow it all down. A few drops spilled out the side of my mouth.
“F-u-c-k…!” Darius groaned above me. For an exquisite minute, we stayed like that, until his cock began to soften. It slipped from my mouth as my lips curved happily… and my tongue swiped at the drops I’d spilt.
“Get up here, you,” growled Darius. His strong hands slid under my armpits, pulling me up and surprising me as his hungry lips smashed against mine. I opened to him and his tongue surged inside, tangling with mine, hot, wet and hungry.
Seconds later, I was bouncing on my back on the bed and Darius’ fingers were on the button of my jeans. But he froze, his hands stilled. The sudden pause startled me, until I realized he was waiting for me with eyebrows raised.
“Yes or no?” his deep gravelly voice sent a shiver through me. He was as sexy as sin: big, strong, horny alpha asking for consent? Hell yeah, it was a massive turn on.
“Oh fuck, yes!” I nearly died of embarrassment; I sounded so needy. But I needn’t have worried. Darius was already rippingmy pants off. My underwear landed on the floor with my jeans in a soft pile of neglect. Goosebumps speckled my skin.
I don’t know what came over me, but suddenly I blurted out, “I’m sorry about our mating night; I want us to start over.”
Darius watched me for a beat, perhaps gauging my sincerity, certainly looking surprised at the sudden outburst.
“C’mon,” the bottom of my foot connected with his thigh. Now that I’d got that out of the way, I didn’t want to dwell on it. “Don’t keep me waiting.”
Darius’ laughter rang out, deep and throaty, seeming to echo off the walls. His eyes shone and laughter lines appeared around his face. He shook his head, grinning.
"Take your shirt off."
He didn't have to tell me twice. I dragged it over my head and tossed it... somewhere.
Darius leant down and proceeded to torture me, taking his time before finally,finally, taking me into the hot heaven of his mouth.
Chapter 18
DARIUS
Xander was… unexpected. A total mess of attitude and sass, which I already knew, but he also had a softer, more vulnerable side to him that he was only just beginning to show me. It was making my head spin, the way he flipped from one to the other.
