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When her fingers tightened in his hair, he paused, fearing he’d gone too far. “Talk to me,” she demanded.

Nic wouldn’t deny her. He couldn’t if he wanted to.

So he talked, and probably told her more than he meant to at the moment. About how gorgeous she was and how soft her skin felt and how sweet her voice sounded and how her scent made him higher than the weed Tate and Arlo smoked.

With each kiss and caress, he worshiped her, plucked at her breasts and teased them until she was rocking in his palm for more. Wendy’s scent filled the room, making every inhale taste like plums on the back of his tongue. His fingers dragged along her lips, dancing and teasing between her thighs until her moans and whines grew louder, and only then did he glide lower and tease at her entrance.

Wendy didn’t even miss a beat, rocking into his hand and trying to fuck herself on his fingers. She was wet and slick, and he finally gave her what she wanted, stroking first one, then two when it wasn’t enough, inside her.

Nic watched her stomach clench, felt her tighten around his fingers, and the flames licking up his spine grew.

“More, more, more, more,” Wendy whined, and she tightened her hand in his hair, dragging him away from whispering more sweet words into her side and pushing him lower.

When he was settled between her thighs, her fingers in his hair, dragging him where she wanted him, Nic followed her lead.

Whatever this omega wanted, she would get.

Nic refused to think about how scary that thought was.

Instead, he listened to her breathy gasp as he reached up to tweak a nipple and grinned against her thigh. He lapped at the spot and then shifted his focus. He could see the shine of her arousal coating her lips and core.

“Is it okay if I stop talking?” he asked, mostly teasing but unsure of his footing.

“If you don’t shut the fuck up right now and eat me, I’m—”

“You are needy,” he teased, holding her gaze in a challenge.

Wendy glared down at him, sweat sheening on her brow. “Of course I am. Isn’t it your job to help?”

Nic grinned and kissed her on the thigh. “I have to say, the benefits are rather nice.”

Wendy rolled her eyes, but before she could respond, he lapped between her thighs at the sheen of wetness. She gasped, and Nic lifted his gaze to watch her head drop back onto the pillow.

Her hips lifted from the bed, and Nic hid a smile in favor of licking her pussy. She bucked at him again, and he wrapped his arms around her thighs, holding her open and still.

A soft whine spilled from her lips, but Nic turned it into a moan as he thrust his tongue inside of her. The tart plum of her spilled onto his tongue, and he went back for more before dragging his tongue up her folds. She jolted as he circled her clit with his lips and sucked.

“Nic—Nic,” she panted softly, fingers clawed into the sheets. “I’m close, please don’t stop.”

Nic didn’t plan on it, but he gripped her thighs harder so she’d feel every fingerprint on her skin, and lapped at her cunt. He stayed with the pace she liked, and felt her jolt and shake in his arms.

Her nails landed on the back of his arm and dug in a little harder with each swipe of his tongue over her clit.

“Nic,” Wendy whined, dragging his name out. She stilled in his arms for a split second before she shattered apart, a cry spilling from her lips.

“That’s it,” he coaxed, gentling the hold on her thighs. He lapped at her slower, worked her through the aftershocks.

As her orgasm subsided, he ignored the hard press of his cock into the mattress beneath them and peered up at her.

“Feel better?”

Her scent surrounded them, and Nic basked in her sweetness.

Except it only grew stronger.

“Yeah, but I—uhm, again?”

Nic grinned at her and leaned up to kiss her. “I don’t know, that’s a mighty big favor you’re asking.”