Page 64 of The Florist and Her Alphas

Her breasts are full, her nipples tight and pink against the warm light. Her stomach curves soft, the dip of her waist so small my hands could span it. Her freshly shaved mound glistens with slick, her pussy lips swollen and pink, and between her thighs, I can see her hole, clenching on nothing, hungry and wet.

My gaze moves to her forearms covered in scars.

She begins to fidget under the weight of my gaze. Her hands move, trying to cover herself, one palm sliding over her stomach, the other reaching for the robe panel to pull it closed.

I catch her wrists. Gently. Slow enough that she could pull away if she wanted to.

She does not pull away.

I pin her wrists to the bed on either side of her head, my grip firm but careful, and I lean down until my face is inches from hers.

“Don’t hide from me,” I say. My voice is low. I press her wrists into the sheets. “Your body is the most beautiful thing I have ever seen. And I am going to spend the rest of my life proving it to you.”

She whimpers as I lower my head and kiss her.

I kiss her slowly at first. My mouth on hers, gentle, giving her time to pull away. She kisses me back with hunger, her lips parting, her tongue finding mine, and the taste of her makes my cock throb against her thigh.

I release her wrists.

Her hands fly to my shoulders, my neck, the back of my head. She is pulling me down to her, her fingers tangled in my hair, and I go willingly. I cover her with my body, bracing my weight on my forearms so I don’t crush her.

The feel of her naked breasts against my chest is hot.

So fucking hot.

Her nipples drag against my chest, making me harder. I want to be inside her already. I bite the inside of my cheek to keep from coming on her stomach like a teenager with his first omega.

I kiss down her throat. Her pulse jumps under my lips, fast and wild, and I suck gently at the spot where her neck meets her shoulder. She arches, a soft moan escaping her, and her hands tighten in my hair.

I kiss the failed claiming scar on her arm. Slowly. With reverence. My lips trace the ragged silver line from her wrist to her elbow, and she gasps, sharp and surprised, and her hand tightens in my hair hard enough to hurt.

“I don’t want you to ever hide from me in my bed,” I growl as I kiss her breasts next. I take one tight pink nipple into my mouth and suck gently, and she arches off the bed with a low, desperate moan that makes my cock jerk against her thigh. I roll her nipple between my teeth, gentle at first, then firmer, and her back bows, her hips rolling up against me.

I kiss the small scar between her breasts. I kiss every freckle on her sternum. I work my way down her ribs, my lips tracing each bone, and her skin is so hot under my mouth I can feel her heartbeat everywhere.

Her belly. Soft. Warm. I kiss the dip of her navel. I kiss the soft skin just above her freshly shaved mound, and I inhale.

Her scent here is so concentrated, so wet, so fucking intoxicating that I have to close my eyes for a moment. Roses. Thick and warm and so sweet it makes my head swim. My cock is throbbing to be inside of her.

“Please, I need you,” she whimpers.

“I need you too,” I murmur, spreading her thighs wider with both hands. My palms slide under her knees, pushing, and she opens for me, her pussy exposed and glistening, slick running in a slow, thick rivulet down toward her ass.

I lower my mouth between her legs.

I lick her once. Long and slow, from the base of her pussy up to her clit, and her entire body arches off the bed with a high, broken cry that echoes off the ceiling. My tongue drags through her folds, gathering slick, and the taste of her makes my balls tighten so hard I groan against her pussy.

I grip her hips and hold her down. She is thrashing, her thighs trying to close around my head, and I keep her spread wide.

“Stay still for me, baby,” I growl against her pussy. “I just need you to squirt for me one more time before I can knot you.”

I lick her again. And again. And again.

Long, flat strokes of my tongue from her hole to her clit, and each lick makes her cry out, her hips bucking against my grip. I learn her with my tongue. The spot just inside her entrance that makes her gasp. The ridge under her clit that makes her thrash. The spot just below her nub that makes her sob my name into the pillow.

She is so wet that slick is running down between her thighs onto my sheets. I can feel it pooling beneath her ass, warm and thick, and I drink her down. I have never tasted anything like her. Sweet. Salty. Musky.

She’s the definition of an omega in heat.