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“Oh, I won’t be the one coming, beauty.” He slowly lowers to his knees. “Let me taste you. Let me show you exactly how devoted I am. That would be the best birthday present I could ever have.”
“I was thinking of something more mutual.”
“I don’t need that,” he says, doubling down as he drags his hands from my ankles up my shins. “I just need to know what you look like when you fall apart on my tongue. That would be… please, beauty.”
His touch stops just below the blanket, toying at the place where the hem hits my thigh. He looks up through thick eyelashes with a pleading expression. “Please.”
Silently, I let go of the blanket. It falls to the tile floor as Otto sucks in a breath, his eyes full of wonder. He licks his lips. “Best birthday ever.”
Chapter 8
Otto
Holyfuckingshit,goddessalmighty, what a sight! Back in the temple, I barely got a good look at her, but now, here she is, in all her glory, only inches away from me. There aren’t words to describe her. Beautiful. Gorgeous. Stunning. Breathtaking. None of them come close. She’s…everything.
From my knees, I take in every curve, every grippable roll, every stretch mark, every freckle. I can’t memorize her fast enough. I want to frame this moment so I can study every detail later and remember it always.
Hands on her waist, I stand quickly and lift her. She hisses as her bare ass hits the cold countertop just next to the sink. I want my tongue between her legs, but after rushing our mating, I won’t hurry what she’s offering now.
I kiss her, soft and slow. Not letting myself give in to the desire to devour her, I dig my nails into my palms and keep my hands at my side to control myself. I know the moment I touch her again, it’s all over.
She wraps her arms around my neck and pulls me closer, her thighs spreading to make room for me. When I swipe my tongue across her bottom lip, she opens with a moan, and I can’t hold back anymore.
“I’m so sorry, beauty.” My hands skim her legs while we kiss, squeezing her upper thigh before dragging up her sides to her full breasts. Damn, she has nice tits. They spill over my hands, too big to hold, her areola peeking out from between my spread fingers. “You’re perfect. So perfect. You make me lose all thought. All reason. I want you so bad it hurts.”
I finger her nipples, unable to believe she’s letting me touch her like this. I figured I’d have to grovel for twenty years at least before we got to this point. Thank the fucking goddess for the irresistible pull of mate bonds.
“This doesn’t mean I forgive you,” she gasps into my mouth, reiterating her point from before. “Or that I like you. I still don’t like you.”
“I know, beauty.” If this is her not liking me, what will it be like when she does?
She scratches my bare back, and my cock strains against the fabric of Damian’s shorts. Fuck, is it bad that I wish he were hereright now? I can imagine him pressing into me from behind as I claimed Kat’s perfect cunt. Fuck, I shouldn’t be thinking about that. I’m hers. And she’s mine. My mate.
Kat wraps her legs around me, and every thought flies out of my mind. She drags me so close that her needy pussy grinds against my abs. Time to give her something to really grind against.
I unwrap her legs from around my waist and spread them wide, putting her on display for me.
Kat’s whole body blushes red, and she tries to close her thighs, her expression taking on a self-consciousness that wasn’t there before. “Sorry it’s so… I usually only shave if—”
I growl, not wanting to think about why she might shave this pretty pussy. I fucking love that she’s giving herself to me just as she is, natural and untamed. It means she wasn’t expecting anyone to see her damp, unruly curls. I part them with my fingers, revealing the dark pink lips I crave. They’re plump and swollen, dripping with desire.
I stare, unable to look away. It’s the prettiest sight I’ve ever seen. There’s something obscene about the way my fingers spread her wide while my other hand digs into her hip. My cock throbs, leaking pre-cum all over Damian’s shorts.
She tries to close her legs again, but I block the movement, spreading her even wider. “You’re so damn hot. Absolutely perfect.”
She laughs awkwardly. “Far from that.”
“Perfect,” I say again, pushing my palm to the center of her chest until she leans back against the mirror behind her. Then I lower to my knees, tugging her to the very edge of the counter so I can feast unobstructed. I grip her thighs tighter, lick my lips, and kiss the inside of her knee. She trembles, whimpering softly.
A glance up shows she’s grabbing her breasts, the plump flesh spilling over her cute little fingers. I brush my lips along the inside of her thigh until I reach my prize. I start with soft kisses, using my lips as much as my tongue.
“Oh, ohhhh. That’s good. What the hell are you doing?”
I smile against her, continuing my gentle assault for a few more minutes before switching to long, flat licks that make her moan even louder. Tracing the edge of her labia causes her to moan. Quick flicks of my tongue across her clit make her squirm. Sucking the tender nub has her gasping for breath. I study every reaction, every response. I’ve always loved learning, but this is the best lesson I’ve ever had. The only thing I want to study from now on.
My beautifully responsive mate.
Her taste is tart and sweet, with a touch of a musk that makes me feral for more. But tasting her isn’t enough. I need to feel her, feel every inch of her. With my tongue still on her clit, I press one finger into her heat. She’s so wet it slides in without any resistance, so I add another. She gasps and squirms, buckingher hips to ride my hand. I turn my palm up and curl the digits toward her upper wall, finding that bumpy spot I know will drive her pleasure higher.
