Page 60 of In Deep
“No,” I squeal, but he brushes it against the tip of my nose. Then leans closer and blows into the bubbles, sending the foam flying towards my face in tiny little clumps. I close my eyes and when I open them, he still has a grip on my wrist. He takes the tea towel from my other hand and gently wipes away the bubbles, stroking the rough towel against my cheeks, my chin, my nose, and lastly, my mouth.
I daren’t breathe. I’m frozen in place, waiting to see what he’ll do. He brushes the towel slowly over my lips, studying them intently, and then he drops the towel and his fingertips find my mouth instead. He traces my lips and tugs down on the bottom one.
“You asked me what I want, Omega.” He leans closer. “This is what I want.” His eyes flick to mine, and he presses his mouth to mine. Immediately, I sigh, all the tension and anticipation evaporating in that simple movement. I melt against him and he twists my arm behind my back. His grip’s still tight on my wrist, and his free hand slides into my hair and finds my gland.
He draws away slowly. “Sin from thy lips?” he whispers, “O trespass sweetly urged! Give me my sin again.”
“Shakespeare?”
“Shakespeare,” he says, kissing me again. This time he doesn’t hold back. He kisses me wildly, his hands everywhere, at my throat, my breasts, my thighs, my arse. I slide my hands under the hem of his shirt and to the warmth of his skin, finding him as toned and as muscular as his pack mates.
His mouth skims down to my neck and he sucks along the tendon, forcing needy gasps from my throat. It does something to him. Before I know it, his hands are hooking under my backside, lifting me up onto the counter, and positioning himself between my thighs.
“You smell so fucking wet.”
More of his golden hair tumbles free from its tie and into his face and he looks even more like some mythical creature. I tug at his shirt, wanting to see more of him, and he obliges, shrugging it over his head. And then his fingers are slipping down the waistband of my underwear and sliding between the wet lips of my sex. He glides his fingers through my mess and then tugs his hand free, bringing his drenched fingertips to his mouth. His eyes fall shut as he sucks on his fingers, and his face dissolves into an expression of such unabated bliss it makes my stomach spin.
“You … taste …” His eyes flick open so quickly I jolt in alarm. His pupils are blown wide. “I want to eat you out, but first I have to have you, Rosie.” He’s already fiddling with his fly.
“Yes,” I gasp, spreading my thighs wide and making my intent clear as I wriggle my knickers down my legs.
He steps closer, lifting the skirt of my dress so he can see everything. His hard cock strains at the front of his briefs, but he makes no move to free it. Instead, he stares at my bareness and brushes his thumb from my dripping wet entrance to the plug in my arse. He gives it a jiggle.
“Is that what I think it is?”
“Yes,” I say.
“Shit,” he mutters, and his thumb reaches back to the apex of my lips, forcing me to jolt again as he skims over my clit.
“Oh,” I moan, and slowly he rotates the pad of his thumb around my sensitive nub. I want to beg him to fuck me, but already I’m losing myself to the work of his digit. My eyes drift shut and my head tips back, my hands clinging to the edge of the counter.
“That feel good, little mouse?”
“Yessssss.”
“Then open your eyes and look at me when you come.”
The command is clear and I am powerless to resist it. I gasp when I focus back on him, amazed again at how beautiful this man is. Amazed that a beautiful alpha like Ollie wants me. His thumb continues its work as he hooks himself out of his briefs, and I get my first glimpse of his cock. Unsurprisingly, it’s as beautiful as the rest of him and I can’t drag my gaze from it as he steps in closer between my thighs, nudging at my entrance with his head.
“Do you want this from me?” he asks as I buck against the electric sensations he’s stirring in my clit.
“Yes, yes,” I reach for his waist, encouraging him to enter, and then he does, and I squeal as my orgasm rips through my body.
Chapter 20
Ollie is the third pack mate I’ve fucked and he’s just as big, just as skilled, and I am just as much of a mess as I cling to his body and he pounds into me.
“Scream, Omega,” he growls, “I want you to scream for me like you scream for them.”
Once again, I’m obeying his order before I realise what I’m doing, screaming my way through another orgasm, screaming as his thrusts falter and he comes, screaming as his knot expands and he locks into me.
He hunches forward, nuzzling softly at my neck.
“Fuck, you are a noisy little mouse.”
“Mouse?”
“What else am I going to call a little omega who squeaks and squeals so much.”
