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“Second, you know about scent matching, right?” His hand came up to brush a loose strand of hair away from my face, and he lowered his nose to my neck. I felt him breathe me in before he rubbed his jaw against my skin, giving me his scent and taking some of mine. Marking me and making sure I marked him in return.
“I want to tell you that I would have been attracted to you without scenting you, but does it really matter how we found each other? You can’t tell me you don’t feel a connection. Even if it were some other alpha who could scent you, they wouldn’t have responded the way I did to you. You’remymatch.”
The possessive way he made his point gave me shivers.
“Your scent, and the others…yes, I do feel a connection.”
I’d been around plenty of eligible alphas at different Network mixers, and their scents had never hit me so hard. Jonah was right. Something special was happening. Or at least, I was willing to hope there was.
He turned his head as I turned mine, and our lips met, just brushing. I leaned in for more, my arms going around his neck, but his hand held my nape as he teased me with light passes of his mouth, keeping me from moving any closer. Jonah was in charge of this. His control made me relax, while also stirring my need. I felt a building wetness between my thighs as he withheld deeper touch.
Then his control snapped.
He plunged his tongue into my mouth as he dug his hands into my hair, pulling out pins until the tresses fell around my shoulders. Over and over, he dipped into my mouth. I squeezed my legs together, imagining his cock doing something similar. My tongue darted into his mouth, but I was at his mercy, open and moaning, as he fisted my hair and plundered.
“You’re wrapped up like a present for me, aren’t you, little omega?”
Jonah’s rough voice triggered enough wetness to soak my underwear. I was arching up into his hands as they moved down my shoulders and over my breasts, rubbing and pinching my hard nipples. His mouth covered mine in time to stifle my whimpers and cries as he alternated soft and then nearly painful caresses over the fabric of my dress.
When his hands drifted over my stomach to the belt at my waist, I surrendered. I wanted to feel him skin to skin, to spread my legs and take all of him. I wasn’t thinking about being at work or that we had just met. My bodyneeded. He untied the bow holding my dress together and growled.
“What a gift you are.”
He brushed the halves of my dress apart, lingering with light touches to leave trails of sparks along my skin, until I was fully displayed for him in my lavender lace bra and matching panties.
Jonah leaned forward, kissing while pushing me down, until my back hit the surface of the desk and my feet came off the floor. Then he stood between my spread legs, bending over me and pulling my bra down to expose my breasts. On a groan, he licked one aching nipple, taking it into his mouth and sucking, hard. I arched up, moaning and trying to rub my core against him, get relief where I needed it.
“More,” I whispered, winding my fingers into his hair to pull him closer.
His mouth came off my nipple with a soft pop. He held my hips down, preventing me from getting any pressure.
“I’m going to take care of you little one, don’t worry. Need to taste you.” It was so close to a growl, the sound of his voice thrummed straight to my pussy.
Then he was there. With his lips, his mouth, his tongue. Starting at my inner thighs, he traced the lace fabric covering me with his fingers before he pulled the material roughly to the side. As though he didn’t have time to take my panties off, had to taste me that moment, couldn’t wait a second longer.
He still had me pinned by my hips with one arm as he circled with one finger, then dipped into me. Another long finger joined the first, and he curled them up, hitting that spot inside that brought me so close I was shaking. Slowly but firmly, he thrust in and out. More slick was soaking me, and I couldn’t move enough to get pressure on my clit where I needed it to come.
I couldn’t help my low whine, but I didn’t beg. I trusted Jonah to take care of me.
“Oh fuck, you smell good. I’m going to drink you up.” He groaned with pleasure as he dragged his tongue over my sensitive skin, sucking up my slick and going back for more like he was parched in the desert. The combination of his fingers and mouth had me hovering on the edge, trembling with need. Then he finally moved to cover my clit with his lips and swirl over it with his tongue. I exploded.
My entire body seized and clenched. Jonah brought his hand up from pinning my hip to cover my mouth at the last minute before I screamed. But he didn’t stop his attentions. He kept going, pulsing his fingers inside me, drinking and sucking. Spasm after spasm spread inside me and through to my limbs, until I was wrung out. Panting, tears in my eyes from the overwhelming reaction of my body, I could only lay there and be.
Deep breaths didn’t help. Each pull of air only brought more of his intoxicating scent into my lungs. I looked down my body, spread out before him like a feast, and met his eyes looking back from between my thighs. Eyes that gazed at me with a mixture of lust and adoration.
I had to have him. Had to taste for myself.
Jonah started to stand. I pushed up to sitting, then slid down to stand in front of him, my dress still hanging open. He wrapped his arms around my waist as he pulled me into his body, and his lips came down on mine, gentle but firm. I could taste my strawberry-vanilla essence on his tongue.
The idea of tasting his spicy floral scent in my mouth sent another bolt of need through me. My hands went to his jeans. I barely had time to register the size of him through the material before I had the button open and the zipper down and he was in my hand.
Fuck. Big. He was long and thick and impossibly hard. I gripped around him and slid my hand up and down his shaft, feeling his body shudder against me.
“Sylvie…” His warm breath fanned over my mouth in hard bursts, his eyes closing as he tightened his fingers in my hair.
I wanted his pleasure, to be the one to make him come. His hands stayed in my hair as I lowered down to my knees, the tug on my scalp doing something primal. A reminder that he was the alpha.
My tongue darted out to taste the bead of liquid on the swollen crown of his cock, and it hit me like a drug. Sandalwood and jasmine filled my mouth, and I wanted more. I wanted it all.
