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“Tongue. Not. Helping,” I gasp as my head falls back, my body arching toward his. My desperate need for his touch intensifies with every passing second. “Help,” I plea, my head swaying from side to side in anguish.
“Seraphina,” Devlin groans, burying his face in my neck. His tongue traces the sensitive junction of my neck and shoulder, causing shivers to race down my spine. “You have no idea what you are asking of me. You smell… Fuck, you smell like mine.” He delivers his words with conviction in a guttural voice that starkly contrasts his usual control.
“I need...”
“I know, sweet Seraphina, I know what you need.” Devlin curses softly, gently setting me down on a bench. He releases me, and then he reaches into his pocket for his phone. His fingers fly across the screen before he stows it away. “Backup is on its way.”
In my dazed state, I gaze up at him, taking in the sight of this beautiful alpha who’s showing remarkable restraint in this heated moment. I recognize the intensity of his desire, but his respect and self-control stand out. Many other alphas might have seized this opportunity, plunging into their instincts andclaiming me as their own, driven by the primal urge to mate and ensure their lineage, but not Devlin.
Instead, he takes deliberate steps backward, creating distance between us. He moves away, making me whimper in protest.
“I know, sweetheart, I just...” Devlin groans and drops to his knees. “I need you to give me consent,” he says, his fists clenching at his sides, the struggle for control evident in every tense line of his body.
“I consent,” I declare without hesitation, my fingers curling around the edge of my dress and inching it upward, revealing more of my body. My skin burns, and the tulle is too scratchy.
Devlin’s breath hitches, his gaze momentarily flickering behind me. “Stop,” he chokes out, his eyes returning to mine. “Backup is here. Don’t lift your dress.” He advances toward me cautiously, like he’s approaching a wild creature. “If I smell your slick, then I won’t...” He pauses, his words caught in his throat. “I’m going to take care of you, just keep your dress down.”
Another cramp sears through my body, and I desperately rub my thighs together. “Please,” I whimper.
“We have an audience. Are you okay with that?” I attempt to avert my gaze, but he gently lifts my chin with his fingertips, forcing me to look directly into his eyes. “It’s my pack. Just one person, a bodyguard, to ensure I behave.”
“Please,” I plead again. In this heated moment, I couldn’t care less who watches. I just need relief. The timing couldn’t be worse though.
Devlin glances over my shoulder then nods swiftly. Devlin’s hands find my hair, and he releases the ponytail holder, allowing my hair to cascade freely around my shoulders and down my back. Tilting my head up, he presses his lips to mine once more.
As Devlin deepens the kiss, I feel my heart racing with excitement, my core beginning to burn with desire. His handsmove from my hair to my waist, pulling me closer until I can sense the heat radiating from his body. Our tongues dance together in a passionate tango.
Breaking away for a breath, I glimpse a myriad of emotions in Devlin’s eyes—a potent blend of desire, hunger, and something more enigmatic that I can’t quite discern. I yearn to explore these feelings with him.
“You’re burning up,” he whispers into my hair, his lips grazing my skin as he kisses me again. His hands trace a path up my legs, traveling under my skirt.
“Yes,” I moan, letting my head fall back. My fingers clench his shirt tightly despite the cramps that gnaw at them. “More,” I whimper.
“Shh, I’ve got you,” he assures me, gently pulling back. His voice is commanding, and he instructs, “Watch me as I touch you.”
My head feels heavy, weighed down by desire, as I drop my chin to my chest. My mouth remains puffy and swollen from our passionate kisses. Devlin’s hands continue their ascent, tenderly caressing my skin and drawing out the anticipation as long as he dares.
I swallow hard, my breath catching in my throat as his fingers find my wet slit, boldly pulling my panties to the side. A breathy moan escapes my lips, and I feel my body tremble with anticipation. Devlin teases me for a brief moment, his lips brushing against mine before he spreads my lips apart.
“You’re so fucking wet,” he whispers, his voice barely containing his excitement. His index finger moves teasingly over my sensitive clit. “Do you like that?”
My response is a long, low whimper. Each touch sends electrifying shockwaves of pleasure racing through my core.
“My god,” I moan as his movements transition from teasing to frantic. The heat within me intensifies, and I burn with desire.
“Tell me,” Devlin growls, his voice husky with need. “What do you want?”
Arching my back, I thrust my core toward him in a wordless plea. “More,” I growl, my voice laced with primal desire as though something otherworldly has taken control of my body.
As I grind against his hand, he slips two fingers inside me. “Do you like my fingers inside your tight little pussy?”
I’ve lost the ability to form words, so I nod vigorously in response. He brings his slick thumb to my lips, urging me to taste myself on him as if he wants to imprint the memory of my flavor into my mind for future fantasies.
I eagerly oblige, moaning as I twirl my tongue around his thumb, savoring every drop of my essence. “So fucking sweet,” he growls in my ear before withdrawing his slick digit.
Before I can fully regain my senses, he thrusts three fingers inside me. The sensation is exquisite, the stretch exactly what I’ve been craving, and his knuckles mimic the feeling of a knot.
“My god,” I cry out, feeling as though he’s splitting me in two. The suddenness of his deep penetration makes my breath hitch. Devlin bites his lip, his eyes locked on mine as he continues his relentless assault.
