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Her dusky pink lips, still just a bit sparkly from the gloss she’d been wearing before our mouths tangled in the club, were parted and I could hear her sharp intake of breath as I pressed the tip of my tongue to her clit.
Thighs clamped around my ears, as her hips lifted to meet my face. I took the opportunity to wrap my arms around them, holding them firmly as I continued to explore her wet folds, my imagination getting the better of me as I imagined how tight her quivering entrance would feel around my cock.
I couldn’t knot her—or at least I didn’t think I could. Truth be told I’d never slept with another alpha before and the sex ed lessons I’d gotten in high school after awakening were eluding me thanks to what I was currently in the middle of.
“Shit, why are you so good at this?” I heard Ciara mutter, the Irish accent which had been just a hint all night definitely more pronounced now. Her fingers clenched in my hair and a stinging sensation rippled down the back of my neck, quickly mixing in with the heady arousal I was feeling.
Swiping my tongue along her moist folds, I came up for air. “I’m a very good student,” I rumbled, my voice more gravelly than I’d ever heard it before.
I sounded like a completely different man, something about Ciara bringing it out in me as I unabashedly climbed back up her body and our mouths tangled together again. If Ciara didn’t like the taste of herself on my lips, she didn’t say a word as her hands fumbled between us, gripping my cock and bringing it to her warm core again.
“Condom?” I asked, my words muffled by her seeking lips.
She nodded. “I’m on birth control, but better safe than sorry.”
I nodded and rolled over to the bedside table.
“You’re not going to use one of those Olympic condoms are you?” I heard her ask as I reached into the drawer.
Pulling out the box of condoms that always came with me in my toiletries when I traveled, I held it up for her to see. “No, I wouldn’t trust those as far as I could throw them, why?”
Ciara’s brown eyes sparkled with mirth as she plucked the box out of my hands and eyed it critically. “Because I have a niece and nephew who owe their very existence to a faulty Olympics condom, and I’d rather not have a repeat of history.”
She pulled a foil-wrapped condom out of the box and unwrapped it, crooking a finger in my direction. “Come here then so we can get started.”
Swallowing the sudden lump of nerves threatening to make an appearance via babbling, I crawled back across the bed to her.
When our mouths met again, I realized that something in the air was starting to shift irrevocably. I wasn’t sure if it was the jovial mood to something more hedonistic, or if it was something far more important, something like fate.
Chapter seven
Everything about Wiz was like a fever dream to me.
His body was something that made me want to weep to the gods and thank them for smiling down on me tonight. Every inch of him was just as sculpted as thought and knew he’d be.
My fingers traced the lines and grooves of his chest, giving him a moment to slide the condom on, and I couldn’t help but lean forward, giving his flesh a light nip which surprised both of us.
I typically wasn’t a biter in bed as my bites had the potential of ending in a bond.
It was all hormones based—the claiming of a mate—and the chemical that was produced by my teeth when aroused proved that. But it still wasn’t something I wanted to risk happening.
Not that I could actually bond another alpha without an omega as our center—so there wasn’t much risk—but it did seem to turn the alpha above me on even more. His hips kicked forward as he sheathed his long length with the latex condom, his dark eyes widening inexplicably as he stared down at me.
“Jesus, Ciara, don’t do that unless you want me to come right away,” Wiz grumbled as he squinted, working to regain control over himself again.
“Sorry,” I apologized sheepishly. “But you’re going to have to keep my mouth busy if you don’t want me to bite.”
Popping my bottom lip out into a mock-pout, I purred with satisfaction when Wiz obliged my childish request and dropped his lips to mine. Then I felt him line the thick head of his cock with my aching entrance.
Earlier, when his face had been buried between my thighs, I had all but given in to the other alpha’s control—something I’d tried hard to never make a habit of.
I was usually the one in charge in the bedroom and the betas I slept with were usually pretty happy about it. The few alphas I slept with humored me—and if they didn’t? Then I’d politely show them to the door.
But Wiz, who seemed to be one of the softer, more boyish alphas I’d met in a while, had nearly made me give up control and beg for his mouth to finish me off.
And I didn’t beg. Ever.
Brushing the black hair that had flopped down out of his eyes, I sucked in a breath as he began to press inside of my already clutching pussy.
