“No.”
He kissed my forehead, then my cheek, and moved down to my throat. Lower still, his lips grazed my sternum, then the hollow above my belly button. I watched his antlers as he descended, the way the velvety-soft surface sparkled in the warm light, how the tips lightly grazed my skin.
His scarred fingers traced along my inner thighs, pressing them wide as he settled between them. He lifted one of my legs over his shoulder and nipped at the sensitive skin of my inner thigh, drawing in a deep inhale.
“Kenai!” God, this was so embarrassing.
“You smell so fucking good.”
Before I could retort, his tongue pressed directly against my clit and he let out a very animalistic groan.
My hips bucked, and his fingers sank into my thighs, holding me tight. His antlers swayed as his mouth experimented with different strokes, testing what would undo me. The thing was, everything he did felt incredible. It was as if every nerve in my body had been cranked into overdrive. I was a mess, writhing at every flick on his tongue, every suck.
I wasn’t giving him much guidance, but he didn’t need it—it was like he knew my body better than I did. Within minutes he’d honed into a pattern that had my legs thrashing. He groaned as his tongue circled me over and over, the vibrations sweet and resounding.
“Kenai, I’m going to?—”
His next moan was clearly affirmative, but he didn’t stop, keeping his pace steady. Just as I was about to fall over the edge, he sank two long fingers inside me, curling directly onto the deep pressure point that had me shattering.
The orgasm started softly, a slow unraveling that seemed to go on forever, light sparking at the edges of my vision. Kenai held me through it all, and I looked down to see his beautiful silver eyes watching me, pupils blown wide. We were coated in slick when the waves finally eased, but all I could think wasmore.
It had been the best orgasm of my life and I immediately wanted more—like it had stoked the fire within me instead of putting it out.
“Kenai…” My voice was a pathetic whine. Even as I continued pulsing around his fingers, I knew it wasn’t enough; another shiver of pain rolled through my body.
“Kenai, please. More.”
He lifted up, climbing over me. He was smiling, and I wanted him to say something cocky, something I could cling to as I built up my mental defenses against him. But instead…
“Whatever you need, Sylvie. I want to watch you do that over and over again.”
He kissed up my stomach, being so careful with me—every touch deliberate, asking permission with his eyes before he moved. It made something in my chest crack open, and I desperately wanted to seal it shut again.
This was supposed to be simple. A solution to a problem.
So why did it feel like, after a long, cold, disgusting city winter, my heart was melting?
I couldn’t meet his gaze, and he knew why. But rather than pulling some masculine bullshit, he slid a pillow beneath me, guiding me onto my stomach.
My nose burrowed into the blankets, my hypersensitive nipples dragging over the soft sheets as he tugged my hips up.
“Just feel. Can you do that for me?” he whispered into my ear. I nodded, clutching the blankets in my fists like a lifeline, not looking at him.
“Let me take care of you,” he murmured against my skin, and my omega instincts surged.Yes, trust him. Surrender, let him?—
No. I’d never let anyone take care of me. Not really. Taking care of myself was the only thing I could count on.
But my body was melting into his touch, and I hated how good it felt to let go.
His cock notched against me, and before I could stop myself, I was begging. “Kenai, please…” Absolutely pathetic.
His hips pressed forward slowly, and the stretch was exquisite—just enough to feel impossibly full, but not enough to pinch. God, even his dick was perfect. He pushed until he met resistance, then eased back, placing a kiss between my shoulder blades before sinking in further.
“I’ve got you,” Kenai promised, and the worst part was that I believed him.
I believed him, and that terrified me more than the heat ever could.
Because people didn’t stay. People left. They resented your success and your drive, and they belittled you. When you finally decided to leave, they didn’t even bother pretending you were worth fighting for. Trusting was a mistake. It was easier not to trust at all.
