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He lifted himself on his arms to gaze at me. “Does that mean you’ll try?”
“Shh.” I let my fingers delve between them while staring at him. “Let me see how wet you are.”
“Yes. I’m wet. I want it. Even if it hurts, you can take me through it. Tell me how to deal with all of it. I want it. I want it with you.”
I knew not to take everything omegas said to me while in heat at face value. But Callum was different.
As he lay beside me, flat and still, I dipped my fingers between his crack. I felt him tense for half a second, then relax. “Do it.”
“Just to see how much fluid there is.”
He took a more insistent tone. “There’s lube.”
“Yes. I will use it, too, but in a moment.” I touched my forehead to his again.
The slickness was copious.
I kissed his forehead and leaned up on my elbow. “I have something. In the drawer.” I nodded past the bed. “Over there.”
“What?”
“Do you ever use sexual aids?”
“Like what?” he asked.
“Toys.”
“No. They’re not comfortable for me, either.” His voice shook on the last word.
“Hold on.” I kissed him again. “I have many ideas. We’re not done.”
“I know I’m not done. I already said that.” He let out a laugh that almost sounded like a sob. “Several times.”
“Yes, I’m listening.”
I got up, feeling his gaze on me as I walked naked to the bureau. I knelt and pulled out the bottom drawer.
It was neatly stocked with sex toys, new in boxes. Sterile and ready. I knew what I wanted and what he needed and took out two boxes and brought them back to the bed.
He tried to sit up but managed only to fall forward onto his elbows as I set the boxes on the mattress. I knelt by the bedside and opened the first box.
“These are aids to help open you up.” I pointed to the smallest. It was the size of my pinky finger but double the length. It was a very lovely shade of pink. The tip was rounded and smooth. The shaft matched the thickness of the tip and did not widen at the base.
“We start small and go from there.” I tilted the box up so he could see all the dildos and all the sizes. They were pink and yellow, green and purple. Enough light shone from the living room for him to see them, but he reached out and touched.
“They’re a little hard.”
I took the smallest out of the box and handed it to him. It flopped a little, showing there was a spongy give to it.
“The others are too big,” he said.
I smiled at him. “One at a time. There are no rules. You don’t have to use any of them if you don’t want to.”
“What’s in the other box?” His body shivered a little, but not from cold. He was hot, too hot and ready for more treatment, more touching. He needed this. He needed me.
I pushed the first box to the side, letting him keep hold of the small dildo, and opened the second box. It held specialized dildos.
“What do they do?” Callum asked softly.
