Page 46 of Coco and the Misfits (The Candyverse #4)

ATTICUS

A fter an hour of grilling me on her sofa, she knows almost everything there is to know about me.

My job, my family, the town where I was born, my favorite dish, my favorite TV show, my favorite kind of music.

How I like my coffee in the mornings. What I have for breakfast. Which countries I’ve visited. What hobbies I have or wish I had.

Also random things like which was the last movie I watched at the cinema—it was so long ago I don’t remember—and what’s the best cake I ever tried, and from one out of ten, how many months I could live without books.

When I said zero, she hugged me.

Looks like my girl really likes books, and that’s nice. Then again, I knew she was perfect for me from the moment I first saw her.

“Now, you,” I say. “My turn to ask questions.”

“You already know all the answers,” she says. “Chocolate, pink, flowers, wine.” She squirms. “Alphas.”

I give her a wolfish grin. Yeah. I took note of that. She’s not lying.

She likes strength and dominance. She liked it when I fucked her against my window that evening. Submissive? Not entirely, but with hints of it, like a true omega.

She has been aroused ever since she opened her door for me. I can smell it. See it. She’s flushed. Tense. I’m dying to kiss her, eat her out, taste every inch of her.

Pleasure her the way I didn’t that night at my place.

Not selfishly but lovingly. Not taking, but giving. Giving everything I have to give, because she’s worth it. Because she turned my world upside down and finally it looks right.

I did her wrong during our first and last time together. This is my chance to make up for it, show her I’m not an animal, that I’m a man who can love her the way she deserves.

“Alphas,” I say at last and taking my shot, I reach out and stroke her hair. “Anything else?”

“I…” She leans into my touch, her gaze going unfocused. “I don’t…”

My pretty omega, so needy of my touch, my attention. Everything she deserves.

I close the distance between us, tilt her head up. “I’m going to kiss you now,” I tell her, my own voice rough and threadbare. Showing her my feelings, bright as day. “And pleasure you. If you want me to stop at any moment, just say so.”

An almost imperceptible nod.

Permission given.

Chance granted.

I kiss her, doing my best to control my alpha impulses, the urge to push her down and take what I want, capture her wrists and feast on her tits, then her pussy.

Oh, I’m getting there. Just more slowly than the blinding lust in me demands.

It’s an animal I need to control. I can control it, always have, but she brings out this urgency in me I’ve never felt before. This need to tear through the pink flowers and find her dark core, thrust into her until she comes apart.

“Ace,” she breathes against my lips and my control frays more.

“Yes, darling. Any last requests before I throw your legs over my shoulders?”

She gulps audibly. “I want... I want to sixty-nine.”

I blink. Not the request I’d expect from a meek omega. Then again, my girl has never been meek, has she? She’s sweet but determined, a pink missile exploding into sparks.

“That can be arranged,” I murmur, my voice so husky it barely sounds like mine. “Are you sure...?”

“Yes.”

Damn. If I wasn’t in love before, there would be no avoiding it now.

* * *

Taking off her pastel panties is easy. Curling down beside her on the bed is easier still.

But then control starts fraying again when I part her legs and press my mouth to her pussy. It’s sweet and warm, rosy and perfect. I lick and nuzzle it, and she squirms and keens. Absolute perfection.

And then… fuck, she unzips my pants, wraps her perfect mouth around my straining cock and I’m gone. A goner.

I thought I was a pro at pussy-eating. Woman-pleasuring. Fucking in general. The king on the hill. But I have no clue what I’m doing, licking, sucking, moaning against her thighs as she works my cock like a lollipop. Not expertly. Not perfectly.

And yet I’m about to blow.

There’s no coming back from this, I think fuzzily. This girl has undone me in every possible way. I’m not the same man I was before I met her. She grabbed my broken pieces and put them together differently. This is a new me.

And this new me comes apart again so easily as her hand joins her mouth around my cock, as a hum travels down its length, as I think this is Coco going down on me and I fucking shatter.

At least, to my relief, she joins me, moaning around my cock as she comes against my tongue, as we pant and shudder together, sweat cooling on our skin, my mind so scattered I can’t rub two thoughts together for the life of me.

But I realize something. In this state of fugue, of post-orgasmic ecstasy, I realize that I wasn’t the only one who shattered and was remade.

The world around me looks different now, too.

It’s a brand new day and a new start.