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I suck in a surprised breath when he gently grabs my cheeks, cradling my face in his large hands.
“Thank you for inviting me into your nest, my mate,” he murmurs gruffly before his lips come down to meet mine.
I can’t help but initially fumble at the feel of his lips against mine. I recover quickly, though. His lips are so soft, and his hands so large. I feel tiny and treasured, and heat fills me as I move closer to him until I’m basically sitting on his lap.
“You’re so beautiful,” he growls, pulling away and nudging me back until I’m lying flat and staring up at him.
We kiss some more, his motions so slow and gentle, that I have no choice but to relax. I barely notice when he begins methodically releasing the buttons on the front of my dress. Finally, when the cool air is blowing across my breasts, puckering my nipples, he pulls back and stares down at me. His eyes are dark when his mouth comes down to my chest.
I whimper as he pulls at my nipples, sucking lazy and sweet. Heat grows deep inside me like a gentle flame growing hotter and louder.
The same thing must be happening to him because, moving quickly, he fists the skirt of my dress and rips the material off me. His eyes move up and down my body as a groan resounds in his chest. Coming down urgently, he kisses me, slipping his tongue into my mouth. Pulling at my bottom lip with his teeth.
Gone are the slow, gentle kisses. These are hot and fast. A hazy rush of lust fills me, the need to touch him overwhelming. I run my fingers through the short strands of his hair. Over the sharp line of his jaw. The deep grooves of his abs.
His muscles jump at the contact, and he pulls back, breathing heavily. His eyes are steady, fathomless pools that grow heavy-lidded as I press my fingers into his skin, scraping my nails along his body.
My hands dance lower until they’re resting on the length under his pants, so thick and long. Something low in my belly clenches. Some anxious knowledge that I feel only instinctually privy to. I see his throat move in a swallow as his eyes dart over my face.
“Do you know how this works, Hetty?” he chokes out. “Do you know what you’re doing?”
I shift my gaze down. “I know the basics. But I’ve never done this before.” A different kind of heat fills me at the admission—a tinge of shame and embarrassment. I’m sure it’s no surprise to him, but he’s probably used to the shiny, sophisticated omegas in Goldenrod.
He blows out a laugh. “Me neither.”
My mouth falls open. “But you seem to know what you’re doing…”
He strokes my cheek. “It feels natural with you.”
Then, he moves quickly, and I gasp as he slides his hand into my hair and yanks my head back.
“So, I’ll try to be gentle,” he mutters against my ear, “but I’ve been waiting a long time for you.”
“It’s okay. I—” I cut myself off with a shaky breath that sounds like a needy whimper as he reaches down and touches me between the legs. Just like when he touched me on the beach, my thighs spread, and I bare my neck, groaning loudly.
His fingers move expertly, up and down until I’m wet and tight. Something begins to build inside me—a sense of anticipation or gathering of my senses. There’s so much of it that I begin to worry there’s nowhere for it to go. Until, without warning, it shoots out of me and I cry out, a loud, hoarse scream that echoes through the room and squeezes me dry.
When it’s over, I can only stare at the cobwebs decorating the ceilings over us as my chest moves up and down in harsh breaths under him. He makes quick work of removing the rest of my dress and his pants until we’re lying pressed up against each other, completely bare.
His long, heavy weight settles on my stomach when he leans down to capture my nipple in his mouth again; a bright white light shoots behind my eyes and I close them, blocking out our surroundings.
He’s moving quickly and thoughtlessly now. It’s as though he’s possessed by some single-minded spirit. Suddenly and without warning, he grips my hips and pushes down until half his length is sunk into me. He releases a loud groan at the contact, breathing heavily in ecstasy.
But for me … all the warmth and pleasant sensations disappear as I gasp.
It hurts.
He pauses above me, his eyes filled with fear. “Are you okay?”
I nod. “I think so.”
“Can you take the rest of me?”
“There’s more of you?”
He breathes out a rough laugh. “Yeah, but I know betas are—”
“If I can do this,” I say, holding his hand over my vibrating chest, “then I can take all of you. Easily. So, give it to me, Noah.”
