All of them. Every single one. I’m going to spend years cataloguing every sound you can make.
“Enough to keep us busy.” Riot caught Cass’s hand, pressed a kiss to his palm, then bit the heel of it and watched Cass’s pupils blow wide again, watched his cock twitch against his stomach.
Cass’s breath stuttered. “That shouldn’t feel good. Biting shouldn’t—”
“Should is an Elysian word.” Riot moved up his body, and the shift in position pressed his clothed erection against Cass’s bare thigh. He watched Cass register it, the flicker of recognition, the way his breath caught and his body went rigid for just a second before relaxing.
Cass swallowed. His hand trembled against Riot’s chest, but it didn’t pull away. “The steps…”
“Yeah?”
“Show me one.”
He’s asking. He’s choosing.The thought cut through the gold with something that felt, absurdly, like reverence.
“Sit up,” Riot ordered. Then, softer—because Cass’s eyes had gone wide at the command: “Come here. In my lap.”
It took Cass two tries to coordinate his shaking limbs. The first time he got halfway up and a cramp seized his abdomen, doubling him over with a hiss.He shouldn’t still be cramping this bad…Riot’s hands found his hips, steadied him, and guided him through the second attempt until Cass was straddling his lap. The position put them face to face, close enough that Riot could feel Cass’s breath on his mouth, could watch the gold light from his own eyes reflecting in Cass’s wet lashes.
Take them off. Get your clothes off. Skin against skin.
“Good,” Riot managed. “Good boy.”
The praise hit Cass the way it always did—visibly. His shoulders dropped, his breath came out shaky, and his whole body swayed forward.
“I’m going to—” Riot was trying to think through the haze, which was getting harder by the second. “I need my fingers inside you again. Like before. But this time, you’re going to move.”
Cass’s brow furrowed. “Move?”
“You’re going to ride my hand.” Brennan, somewhere far away, was trying to come up with a gentler phrasing and failing. “Set your own pace. Take what you need.”
He reached between Cass’s thighs, found the wet, clenching heat, and pressed one finger inside.
Cass gasped, hands flying to Riot’s shoulders. “Ah—”
“That’s familiar, right?” Riot worked deeper, crooking his finger. Searching. “You remember this?”
Cass’s breath hitched as Riot’s finger found the bundle of nerves that had made him swear on the bathroom floor. His whole body jerked, a whine escaping through clenched teeth. “There—that’s where—”
“I know where.” He added a second finger, and the stretch dragged a broken sound out of Cass that went straight to Riot’s cock. “Now move. Show me what you need.”
For a moment, Cass just breathed. His thighs trembled on either side of Riot’s hips as his fingers dug into Riot’s shoulders. Then, slowly, he lifted himself.
The first movement was wrong. Too shallow. Riot’s fingers barely shifted, and Cass made a frustrated sound, his face screwing up with concentration. He tried again, but sank too fast, too deep, gasping at the sudden pressure.
Riot’s free hand still gripped his hip, steadying him. “Find what feels good.”
“I’m trying—” Cass’s voice cracked with effort. “My legs are shaking, I can’t hold—”
“You can.”
He let out a sound that was half sob, half determination, then Cass rocked forward, clumsy and still searching, as he changed the angle of his hips. His eyes blew wide and his mouth fell open. “Oh!”
Found it.
“There.” Riot kept his hand still, letting Cass grind down onto his fingers at his own pace. “That’s yours. Chase it.”
And Cass did. It was still clumsy at first—the rhythm of someone learning a new language in their body, stuttering over syllables they’d never spoken. But he kept going. Every roll of his hips ground his bare ass against Riot’s cock through the fabric. Every downward movement pressed Riot’s fingers against that spot and dragged a sound out of Cass that was more animal than human. And the sight of it—this beautiful, terrified, brave Omega riding his fingers, tears leaking from the corners of his eyes, his teeth sunk into his lower lip to muffle the noises he couldn’t stop making.
