Page 35 of In Knots

“Just relax,” Buzz whispers into my ear as Ryan slides my cotton knickers down my legs and helps me to step out of them.

Then he ducks his head under the cotton skirt of my dress, and I feel the press of his lips against my sex. Gentle, tender.

“Fuckkkkk,” he murmurs, and I feel the vibration of it against my clit.

I shake again, and I’m sure it’s only the hold of Buzz’s strong arms keeping me on my feet.

Ryan dips his tongue between my folds, sweeping slowly along my seam, and my breath catches in my throat with a deep sigh. It’s so different, so different from my own touch. Softer, wetter, cooler. Electric.

I close my eyes as he repeats the action, slick sliding from me, my fists bunching in the skirt of my dress.

“You want to come, baby?”

My head falls back, resting against Buzz’s chest as I whimper my consent. Ryan’s tongue finds my clit and he’s achingly careful as he circles it slowly, making every part of it tingle.

Maybe I’d suspected these giant alpha’s with their rough hands to be coarse and brutal, to take what they wanted from me with violence. But now I see how careful an alpha can be. Holding back that violence that must lurk inside them, showing me only the tenderest of touches.

My clit throbs against his tongue and he catches it between his lips, kissing it sweetly and humming his pleasure. I cry out.

“Too much, baby?” Buzz asks, brushing my hair from my face.

“No,” I whimper, “Not enough.” Not nearly enough. I may be untrained, unpractised in this, but I have an instinctual need for more.

Ryan responds immediately, his tongue flicking against me, harder now and with speed. Tears pool in my eyes and the first one spills down my cheek, cooling my burning face.

He kisses me again, with more force, moaning into my folds, before he resumes his ministrations, faster now, not pausing even as I start to scream, as my legs shake, and my core tightens.

“Let go, Alexa. Just let go.”

And I do. I let him whisk me away, soaring somewhere high above the treetops.

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