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She steps closer, pressing her body against mine. "I want you to," she says, her voice husky. "I want to be taken advantage of. I want you to show me everything."
And hell...when she says it like that, I can't say no.
I let her push my coat from my shoulders, the fleece falling to the floor. Her coat comes next, a long fur piece that pools at her feet on top of the big, plush rug. We're both wearing too many clothes, winter layers--enough that I should come to my senses as I undress her--but every layer is like a new adventure, a gift to unwrap. She unwinds her scarf from her neck and tosses it to the bed, then her hat, her dark hair falling through my fingertips.
"You're so fucking beautiful," I growl. "Thank you...thank you for asking me to do this for you. I want you to know I'm grateful."
"You're the one doing me a favor," she whispers.
"No...let me worship you," I insist.
I get to my knees and run my hands up her thighs, over the leggings she's wearing under a cozy red sweater. My thumbs find the waistband of her leggings and I meet her eyes from the floor as she looks down at me, her chest heaving.
"Can I take these off?" I ask.
She nods. "Please."
I hook my fingers into the waistband of her leggings and tug them down, letting them pool at her feet. She steps out of them and I'm left with the sight of her lush thighs, blushing pink, the red sweater draping over a pair of black underwear. I let out a low growl at the sight, my hands gripping her hips once more as her scent fills my lungs.
"I can smell you...and you smell incredible," I say, my voice thick with desire. "Is it because of me?"
She nods, biting her lip. "Ever since I saw you here the first time...I've been dying to have you. Please...please touch me..."
I let out a low growl and hitch her leg over my shoulder, bracing her against me. Her fingers thread through my hair as I lean in, my tongue darting out to taste her through her panties. She moans, her hands fisting in my hair as I tease her with my tongue, my fingers digging into her hips. Even through the fabric, she's almost too much, and I know I won't be able to control myself long once I have her completely naked.
"Please, Callum," she gasps. "I need you."
"Have you ever had an alpha make you come?" I breathe against her thigh, my nose buried in her scent. She's so hot, so wet, slick drenching her panties. "I want to do that for you, Emma. Before I knot you...I'm going to make you come at least once. Hopefully more."
"Oh my god..."
"Tell me you want me to, and I'll lay you out and eat you up like a fucking feast," I growl. "Talk to me, Emma."
"Yes," she says. "Please...undress me. I need you."
I tear her underwear from her body and bury my face between her legs, letting out a low groan at the scent of her. She's slick and wet, and even her scent is different than other omegas I've smelled. There's something about it that drives me absolutely wild, and I lick her from her entrance to her clit in one long, slow motion, gentling my tongue as I get close to her clit--pulling away so I can tease her with my tongue.
I groan as she bucks against me, her hands in my hair, her moans filling the room. I take her clit gently between my teeth and roll it in my mouth, sucking gently before I bite just hard enough for her to cry out in pleasure.
She's in heat. She wants it--she needs it--rough.
"Oh my god," she pants. "Oh my god! Don't stop."
I don't stop. I trace my tongue over her clit again and again, finding the sweet spot and teasing her relentlessly. She starts to lose her balance, her knees going weak, and I catch her and lower her to the rug in front of the fire, watching as it flickers over her skin. She's still wearing that sweater, swimming in red wool, and I feel this sudden need to undress her, tohave her, to claim her--
I've heard rumors that this can happen--that an alpha can feel a mating call, that sometimes you might find your fated...but I never believed it until now.
I kneel between her legs and unbutton my flannel, practically tearing it from my shoulders before stripping my undershirt off over my head. She gasps--maybe at my musculature, maybe at the tattoos covering my shoulders and chest--but I almost laugh, because I look like a fucking troll compared to her beauty. I don't give her a chance to keep looking, though, because my mouth is watering to taste her again, so I take her thighs in my hands and I do as I promised.
I eat her up.
I take her swollen clit between my lips and suck, lashing her with my tongue, her cries becoming moans as she writhes against me. Her hands grip my hair, my shoulders, my back, holding me to her, begging me for more. I bury my face between her legs, losing myself in the smell and the taste of her, licking her up and down, drinking her in as her hips buck against me.
"Fuck, Callum!" she cries. "Fuck!"
The sound of my name on her lips is enough to drive me crazy, and to remind me that I'm not supposed to be here. I crawl over her to cover her mouth with mine, and I pull away just enough to say, "No names."
She nods. "Okay...but...please...please..."
