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He doesn’t need to be told twice. I watch as he places the pile of blankets on the dresser, then inhales deeply.
There’s no doubt that he smells my slick.
He turns to look at me, his pupils blown, just like at dinner. His face is a mixture of trepidation and hunger, and I can’t help myself. I close the distance between us, and his eyes fall to my lips.
“I want to kiss you,” I whisper, my hand coming up to touch his cheek. A deep blush spreads on his face, and I smile.
“Are you sure?” He whispers back excitedly. “I don’t want you to feel like—”
I stand on my tiptoes and press my lips to his, silencing him.
It’s a chaste kiss, nothing more than a sweet peck, and he pulls away from me gently. He lets out a breath, his green eyes swimming with emotion as his hands go to my waist.
“God.” He groans out, his fingers trailing circles on my nightshirt. “If we go further, I may not be able to control myself.” His hands dip lower, dropping gently at my hips. “I’ve wanted you since Killian brought you here that night.”
“Then kiss me,” I whisper, my hands trailing up his chest. “I need this, Dylan.Please.”
He releases my hips, then brings his hands to my face. With a shuddering breath, he leans in and presses his lips to mine, groaning against my mouth.
Dylan shouldn’t worry about losing control.
It’s me who should be worried.
He parts his lips and I slip my tongue in, responding with a moan as I tangle my fingers in his hair. He kisses me thoroughly, not as violent as Killian, but still as intensely.
I need more.
I tug at his hair, and he growls into my mouth before pulling away, panting against my lips.
“You taste incredible,” he whispers. “God, Olive, you have no idea how much I want you.”
Slick drips out of me, my womb clenching as he brings his mouth to my neck, peppering gentle kisses down to my gland, hidden behind the fabric of my nightshirt. I push the collar of the shirt down, granting him access to the sensitive patch of skin. When his lips finally find the spot, I whimper in pleasure.
“I want to bite you here,” he moans, tonguing the flesh. “I want to claim you, Olive. I want all of us to claim you. We would be so good to you, sweetheart, I promise.”
I can only moan in reply, shaking in his hold as he brings me to a gentle release with his tongue. He sucks eagerly, as if he were licking my clit, and I fall over the edge, barely keeping my footing as I see stars.
“My sweet girl, like that,” he whispers, as I shudder in his hold. “I knew you’d be sensitive,God…”
Gripping onto his shoulders, I press into him until I trap him against the wall, my hands raking down his chest.
More.
“Take off your shirt,” I mumble between kisses. “Alpha,please, let me see you.”
I’ll never tire of his quiet moans; of the way he sucks in a gasp when I bite on his lower lip or the sounds he makes as I impatiently unbutton his shirt.
And then it’s just Dylan, standing before me, his chiseled chest on display in his low-slung jeans.
His body is sex incarnate; he’s the pretty boy that every girl dreams of having.
And I fuckinghavehim.
“Let me see you too, beautiful,” he breathes, pulling me in for another kiss. “I want to see those pretty tits. Let me suck on them.”
Oh,fuck.
My body is a live wire, my core clenching with need as I pull the loose shirt above my head, tossing it to the floor, standing before him in only my leggings, arousal leaving a dark stain on them.
