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"You smell incredible," I whisper into his skin.

He pulses against my face and I nuzzle him closer, allowing his scent to fill my lungs completely.

Then, I finally indulge myself in the forbidden question that has surfaced in my mind so many times over the years. I flick my tongue across his head. Just a tentative taste.

The flavor of him explodes across my tongue—strong and distinct and immediately addictive.

Oh, yeah. I'm gonna love doing this.

I grip him with both hands and polish his head with a swipe of my tongue, then draw my mouth over him, sucking his tip like I would an ice cream.

"Am I doing this right?" I ask.

"Absolutely perfect," he growls, threading his fingers through my hair.

He guides me back onto his cock, and I try to take him deeper this time, letting my tongue explore those ridges as I work my way down his shaft.

"Fuck, Jackson," he breathes, his grip tightening in my hair. "Gods—don't you dare stop."

I'm figuring this shit out as I go, but I must be doing something right. Good thing I'm a fast learner. I take him even further, testing my limits of how far I can plunge him into my throat. Turns out, I don't have much of a gag reflex.

I cradle the underside of his shaft with my drooling tongue as I work my way down to the knot, unable to go another inch. I hold myself there, letting my throat squeeze around him as he throbs inside of me. When I finally come up for air, his cock slips out ofmy mouth with a wet pop, thick lines of my saliva dripping from his length. I grin at him as I catch my breath.

Shit, this is fuckin'fun.

Airos's copper eyes flash, and he grabs my arm, pulling me into another kiss. I feel his hand push down to join mine in my pants. He tries to pull them off, but struggles with the closure. "How are these fastened?"

"Alpha phoenix, foiled by pants." I unbuckle my belt and pop the button, then unzip the zipper. Airos does the rest.

He wants me to stand, so I stand. He pauses, running his fingers along the waistband of my underwear. He seems impressed.

"I've never seen anything like it," he says. "They stay on with no tie to hold them?"

I laugh. "That'swhat you're impressed with?"

He grins, then slips his fingers under the waistband and pulls my underwear down. My cock springs free and bobs in front of his face. A shiver runs through me as he draws his hands up my thighs. He grips my hips, and to my surprise, turns me around. Then I feel his face press against my ass as his fingers wrap around my length.

"Oh, fuck!" I gasp.

The heat of Airos's tongue against me is shocking. My knees buckle as he drags it slowly across my entrance, and I can't stop the moan that tears from my throat. He grips my ass with one hand, spreading me wider as he strokes my cock with the other, exploring my hole with deliberate, teasing licks that make my length throb painfully in his grip.

I'm losing control of myself. I lean forward and push my ass harder against his face, desperate for him to taste me deeper. I feel my wetness mixing with his spit, and it drips down the back of my balls and along my inner thigh. He pumps my cock in perfect time with his licks, and I already feel the rising surge of my climax.

Hell no, not yet. Not until I've tried it all.

I push him away. "Shit, stop. Stop! That feels too fucking good."

"You're delicious," he replies, licking his lips.

I'm sweating. I yank my shirt over my head and toss it aside, then turn around to face him. The moment I do, I hear voices from outside the tent, and before I can react, the flap flies open. Two strangers stand there, staring wide-eyed at us. We stare back.

"Ahh! Shalkek!" they scream, bowing reverently as they back away. "Shalkek!" The flap falls closed again.

Airos and I look at each other. He laughs, and to my own surprise, I do too. Who the fuck cares? I have nothing to hide anymore. I actuallylikethat they saw us. Hell, there's something fucking hot about being caught like this.

"These are beautiful," Airos says, reaching up to trace the painted patterns the omegas had left on me earlier, and a buzz ripples through my body as his fingers make contact with my skin. I move closer to him, and he holds my pregnant belly gently in his hands.

"For an easy birth," I tell him, then guide his hand to my cock. I don't want to think about that right now. "I've always wondered what it feels like to get a blow job."