Page 111 of In Deep

And I’m going to do that right now.

I wipe my hands on the towel and stalk towards my omega.

She’s moaning softly, enjoying the way Ollie plays with her tits and sucks on her throat, but her eyelids flutter open as she senses me draw closer.

“What?” she whispers, those sky-blue eyes meeting mine.

“Nothing,” I grin, sinking to my knees and wrapping my hands around her calves.

“You have that wicked glint in your eye,” she says.

“I always have a wicked glint in my eye when you are near, lass, you know that.”

“Yes.” She sighs as I run my hands up her legs and under her skirt. “I do.”

“Are you going to make her come?” Ollie’s words are muffled against skin.

“Would you like that, lass?” I ask her.

“Yes,” she gasps.

I stare up at her as I roll down her tights and her underwear and help her step out of them. Ollie’s hand has pulled up her top and I see the soft skin of her abdomen. I have that urge, deep in my gut, to fill that belly, to see it rounded with my child, with all our children. I’m looking forward to the day when this house is filled with them.

Not yet, though, there’s still time. Time for all of that.

I duck my head under her skirt and my nose fills with the sweet scent of her. She smells like her name, like summer roses, beautiful yet strong. I take a deep inhale, my gland buzzing with pleasure, and then I press a kiss to her sex.

Above me, she moans and my cock, always hard in her presence, jerks inside my pants. There’s time for that later too. First, I’m going to make her come.

I dip my tongue between her folds and her flavour hits my taste buds. My eyes roll back in their sockets and I groan. Her taste is like nothing else. Nothing I have the words to describe. Maybe someone like Ollie could, with his poetic turn of phrase, or Zane, with his free flowing words. But not me. All I know is there is no better place in the world than here, between her thighs, kissing the most intimate, most raw, part of her.

She moans as I drag my tongue around her clit and then glide through her folds until I come to her entrance. I slip inside, my tongue soaked in her completely now, my mouth full of her swollen, slippery flesh. I suck her into my mouth, clit and all, and her legs shake in my hands.

I suck harder and then I withdraw.

“Hold still, Omega,” I instruct her.

“Make her squeal, Seb. You know I love it when she squeals.” Ollie’s voice is almost a growl, and I know we’ll both be rutting her here in the kitchen.

“I’m going to,” I tell him, returning to her clit. I sweep around it languidly and as I do, I slide my finger up inside her, finding that spot that makes her squirt.

I massage my finger against that swollen spot as I continue to circle her clit. She’s sensitive, my omega, and I know I need to build her up, lead her to the crescendo. Just enough pressure, just enough stimulation.

Her little nub quivers against my tongue, and her cunt clenches around my fingers. I groan, knowing how good that action feels around my cock, wanting to sink into her now, but holding back, giving her this first.

I skim over the top of her clit, brushing over the surface, and her hips buck. She whimpers and those pleading words start streaming from her mouth.

“You wanna come, little mouse, you wanna come,” Ollie mutters.

For a second, I’m stabbed with jealousy. She’s other worldly when she comes. So damn gorgeous. And Ollie will have the perfect view as her skin flushes, as her eyelids flutter, as pleasure cascades across her face and those teasing noises spill from her mouth.

But the feeling vanishes as quickly as it comes as more of her slick finds my mouth, and I drink it down, my mouth soaked in her flavour.

I hum my approval against her, and she jolts harder, so close, so close to the edge. Just a couple more flicks of my tongue. Taunting her. Bringing her so near and then, just as she’s about to come, I pause, leaving her hanging. Suspended. I want to draw this out for her, to make it one long, never-ending orgasm. Then I stroke my tongue over her clit, and she comes, comes on my tongue, in my mouth and around my fingers.

“You’re a work of art, little mouse,” Ollie tells her. “A goddamn masterpiece.”

And my heart strains in my chest, beats so hard. I never believed someone like her – so beautiful, so clever, so perfect – could love someone like me – too caught up in my own head, too stuck in my ways, too blind to see what’s there in front of my nose.

But she does.

“Seb,” she murmurs, and I give her pussy one last lingering lick, then stand. She wraps her arms around my neck and kisses me. Despite the mess on my face, she kisses me hard.

“I love you,” she says.

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