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“Your turn,” she said. The way that she was looking at me through her lashes just about set my whole world on fire. It was a delicious blaze, though — one that would burn away everything that didn’t matter until there was only us left.
I raised my own arms, letting her drag my shirt over my head. While I didn’t have a bra for her to contend with, her hands were just as eager to get to my chest, her fingers tracing each part of me.
I felt so seen, so intensely studied, like I was a valuable and mysterious work of art that she wanted to analyze down to its basest level so she could truly understand it. Perhaps thatwould've made some feel objectified, maybe even dehumanized, but not me. Not with Ayla.
After so many years of longing for her, never knowing that she was actually within my midst, it felt sorightto be regarded for her. To have those bright blue eyes take me apart piece by piece and love what they found.
“You really are so handsome,” she whispered, once again barely audible. Yet I heard it nonetheless, so I dipped my head down to kiss her for perhaps the dozenth time.
When I parted from her, I gave a wicked smile, pouring all of my lust and ardent admiration into our bond. When her breath hitched, I knew it was time.
Laying back on the bed, I gave her a wink. “Your seat awaits, madame.”
Rolling her eyes in a way I now recognized as how she showed fondness, Ayla straddled me once more. I was again struck by how regal she looked atop me, all smooth lines and femininity, but her aim was a little off.
“A bit higher, my mate,” I murmured, reaching up to stroke her cheek. She gave me a curious look, so I gripped her hips in both hands and pulled her up to my chest. “Higher,” I said, adding a growl for emphasis.
The responding spike in her pheromones nearly made me lose control right then and there. Citrus and desire, bergamot and passion, the perfect blend for driving me mad in the best way.
“What do you—”
I scooted her forward again until I finally saw realization hit her, making that wonderful flush rise up the neck and spill across her fine features. At the same time, I discovered a new phenomenon.
That beautiful, earnest pink of hers actually went downstairs as well, lazily spreading across her clavicle and over thoseperfect breasts of hers, right down to her belly button. The rich surge of color revealed several silhouetted but barely visible scars, all illuminated on her frame like moonlight. I wanted to kiss them. I wanted to find out their stories and commit them to memory. But all of that would have to wait until later, because it was time for my prize.
“Are you sure?” she murmured, her eyes half-lidded with desire.
“I’ve never been surer of anything in my life,” I responded as honestly as I could.
“But what if you can’t breathe?”
“If I die, I die.”
“Not comforting.”
I dug my fingers into her hips ever so slightly. Not enough to hurt but for her to feel my intention, my absolute need for her. “Don’t worry about me, my mate. Let your alpha take care of that.”
She sighed at that, and with my help, she finally scooted far enough into the correct position. There, just above my mouth, she was waiting for me, petal-like lips already just as flushed as her face and glistening.
Just for me.
I urged her downward, groaning when she finally made contact. I was in Heaven, I was sure of it, surrounded by her heat and scent.
She was sowetfor me already. It fueled me further, urging me to lick, to explore, to kiss and suck.
Gods, thenoisesshe made. Little gasps. Sighs. Choked little sounds of pleasure. But like usual, I wanted more. Alwaysmore.
I gripped that pert little bottom of hers, startling a yelp out of her as I urged her hips to rock forward. She resisted at first, and I could feel from our bond that it was due to concern, not reluctance. Well, I didn’t need the consideration.
Gripping her harder, I urged her to move in kind, wanting her to use everything from my chin to my nose for her own pleasure. I wanted her to take just as much as I gave until she’d fall apart on top of me.
I knew alphas who’d never put themselves in such a position, that they’d somehow see it as an act of submission. But to me, there was nothing more masculine, nothing more empowering, than making a woman crumble into her own unstoppable pleasure from my mouth alone.
I could feel Ayla getting close. Her gasps were louder, and she was indeed picking up in speed with her rocking. We weren’t quite feral, but a certain veil of civility had been shattered, and I didn’t want it back.
“Gods, Kai, I’m gonna… I’m gonna—”
It was cute how she couldn’t even say it, even when she was panting and thoroughly debauched. Lips swollen, hair starting to curl from sweat, cheeks that perfect, pretty pink. My target now so close, I sealed my lips around that swollen clit of hers and gave it a long, firm lick.
