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Zabriel kisses me again, coiling his tongue against mine, and heat and pleasure shoot down to my lower belly. An ache flares to life between my thighs.
Can I?
“I’ll close my eyes,” Zabriel murmurs between kisses. “No one will see you, not even me. Just let me hold you. Let me listen to you. I promise I won’t look or touch. I’ll just be here telling you that you’re beautiful, and I want you to understand how wonderful your body is.”
He closes his eyes and strokes his thumb over my cheek. I glance down at myself. My body is wonderful? I’ve always thought of my body as adequate. Useful. Just fine, thank you. I can run up a hill, milk a goat, and climb a tree. Zabriel makes it sound like feeling good is something I deserve. No one’s ever said that to me before.
I lick my lips. “Are you sure I can? It’s not even my false heat anymore.”
A smile hooks the corner of his mouth. “Pleasure isn’t just for when we’re gripped by the need to mate.”
I hear an echo of the High Priest’s voice in my mind. The body is sinful and our thoughts should always be directed outside ourselves and away from our baser instincts. But when was the last time Brethren made anyone’s life better? When have I ever believed they spoke the truth about anything at all?
With my gaze fixed on Zabriel’s beautiful face, I draw my skirts up and push one hand down into my drawers. Instantly, my fingers are coated with wetness. One of the places that’s aching, the part that feels like a small bump, blazes at my touch. I gasp and my back arches, pushing my breasts into Zabriel’s chest.
“Tell me what you feel,” he asks in a roughened voice.
“I’m…slippery. Swollen. When I touch myself, it feels like someone blowing on a hot coal.”
Zabriel makes a noise in the back of his throat and the muscle in his jaw flexes, but he keeps his eyes closed. “Good. Beautiful.Perfect.”
I play with different ways of stroking myself, and using my middle finger to circle the nub feels intensely good. The sounds from the Great Hall fade into the background, and I’m aware of nothing but Zabriel and the pleasure that’s spreading through my body.
As I draw tight circles on that bundle of nerves, I gaze into Zabriel’s face. This man is breathtakingly handsome with his hard jawline, sweeping dark brows, and eyes outlined with dark lashes. The black hair that curls softly around his face seems to highlight his sculpted beauty. His expression is softened now. He braces one forearm against the door by my head, and his other arm is around my waist, holding me so carefully and securely. He promised he wouldn’t open his eyes, and I know he won’t unless I ask him to.
I’ve never seen him look like this with anyone but me.
Is this beautiful man really for me?
“Are you sure it’s all right for me to do this?” I whisper. I’m past the point of no return. I just crave to hear his voice encouraging me.
“Yes, Omega. Making yourself feel good while I hold you, it’s the most beautiful thing that’s ever happened.” Zabriel inhales deeply. “Your slick is smelling sweeter and sweeter.”
Everything is feeling sweeter too. I reach up and grip his forearm, the one braced against the door that bears his teeth marks, while I breathe harder and harder. The movements of my fingers are making me blaze with fire.
“Something’s happening,” I pant. “It’s too much.”
“You need more. Don’t stop,sha’len.”
I whimper and nod, before remembering that he can’t see me.
That doesn’t seem to matter as Zabriel murmurs, “Good girl. I’ve got you.”
The heat and pleasure in my core tightens and tightens until it feels like I’m going to pass out. Then suddenly everything blazes into life, and I’m gripped by pleasure. My head flies back against the door and Zabriel catches it in his palm before I can knock myself out. My fingers keep moving. The pleasure goes on and on until it finally breaks and recedes.
Zabriel plants kiss after kiss on my throat. “Good girl. Good Omega. That was the first time you’ve come, isn’t it? That’s so fucking beautiful. You’re so beautiful.”
His words of praise sweep over me. I pull my hand out of my drawers and let my skirts drop. That was crazy. I had no idea my body could do that.
“Sha’len. You can say no, but can you please touch your fingers to my lips? The ones that are covered in your slick.”
My first thought is, why would anyone want that?
My second thought is, of course Alpha wants that. He can have anything he wants. He’s so good to me.
I reach up and trace my fingers over his mouth. He inhales and groans and wraps both his arms around me, scooping me off the ground and turning around so his back is braced against the door.
His lips part. A wild, crazy impulse overtakes me, and I push my middle finger into his mouth. Zabriel closes his lips around it and sucks, and his warm, slippery tongue moves against me.
