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It hurt to know I’d put myself in this position yet again, but I couldn’t control it.
I kissed his ass as he lifted it into my face. I ran my tongue over his tailbone and down, encountering the slickness of his internal Omega arousal.
I licked there for a while, then lower to his balls, taking them into my mouth, feeling them tighten.
He lifted himself higher with my arms under his thighs, and I nipped at the underside of his cock, the weight of it making it point toward the sheets.
I nudged it backward with my wrist and sucked it into my mouth again, hearing Alli squeal and groan into the pillows at the head of the bed.
I turned onto my back with my head beneath his hips, lowering him down and into my mouth again. One hand worked the base of his cock, milking it into my mouth and he jerked hard and came again, spurting hard.
I used my weight to push him onto his back again, and caressed him softy with my grip until the rush of his orgasm left him depleted, the semen now only dribbles.
He threw his hand over his eyes.
I smiled. I wanted to laugh.
Did he not think it would be this good?
I could make it better and better for him. This I vowed, silently. The essence of the thought must have brushed over his own mind as he said in a small, almost whiny voice, “Hold me.”
I drew him to me again, my own arousal sated on his releases for the moment, but my cock hard as a lead pipe between us.
Chapter Thirteen
Alli
Twice.
Tarin had made me come twice in the most luscious way! He’d used his mouth. He’d sucked me and the feel of that, the hot, incredible suction, sent me flying.
I was still restless, my cock over-sensitive but still half hard, wanting to feel him all the time against me, more and more and more.
I breathed Tarin into my lungs, my nose in his chest, his neck, his armpits. Trying to fill myself with his fire. His starry nights. His dark heat.
I felt like an Alpha in the Burn. I couldn’t get enough. I wanted him to fuck me, knot me. Everything. I wanted everything. I was wet in my ass, and quite ready. I could feel the tremble deep inside, the hunger, the clenching of my muscles readying for a mating, craving to be fucked.
It was amazing. All these new sensations. And how deeply I needed to be merged with this Alpha. My Alpha. For he was mine and I would fight to keep him with all my strength.
I felt his cock jut against my thigh, big and hard and strong, and realized I had yet to see Tarin naked. I had been so selfish!
As he held me, as I continued to catch my breath, I worked my hands between our bodies and slipped one between the opening in his robe.
Tarin nearly jolted out of my arms when my fingers encountered his stiff heat, circling around the amazing girth, holding him tight but not too tight so I could run my grip from the base to the tip and judge how long he really was.
I grinned into his chest, kissing him as I moved my hand up and down. He was long and thick, no disappointment there. Huge, in fact, and I loved the idea of him stretching me with that cock, then knotting me, making me feel full and wanted and owned. I wanted it. Badly. Even if it hurt at first, I didn’t care.
He’d licked me there, over and over, and I thought I would die of the pleasure. I might have had an internal orgasm as well as external if he’d kept it up. But he fixated on my cock, which I loved just as well. Calling me pretty. Calling me sweet.
I wanted him to fill me up with his seed, coming in me for long minutes as his knot worked up his shaft to the head of his cock with one final explosive burst.
How that must feel to Alphas, so grand! But to Omegas—for me—it would be incredible as well, the way he would stimulate my channel and open me up. I had never had an internal orgasm and I wanted to know it before the night was through.
“I want this inside me,” I whispered, tugging at him.
He let out a long, contented “ah” sound, then said again the dreaded words I’d already heard once tonight.
“So eager. You want everything at once. But you need to slow down and savor. I promise. You’ll get everything.”
