Page 23 of Knotty Nights
Something twitched in my chest at the breathless confession. I pressed against her cock harder, forcing a groan from her lips.
“Thisis your dream?” I asked, letting my fingers slide my undies aside to reveal the mess I’d made.
“Yes. Fuck yes.”
“Are you sure?” I panted, spreading my thighs even wider. Movement was getting harder; my limbs tended to cramp with Heat sickness. Every time I tried to move a muscle, a spasm gripped my spine.
“Jazmine.” Atlas’ voice sounded raw. “Please stop teasing me.”
A wave of power rushed over my skin like electricity.
“Should I?” I asked cruelly as my fingers dipped between the furrow of hair at my sex. I could barely feel anything down there except for a thick layer of slick.
“Please.”
Her voice broke, and I took pity on her.
When I raised two fingers from my pussy, a thin line of slick stretched in the space between us. She ducked quickly, intercepting the silky string of my wetness and curling her tongue around it.
Her eyelids drifted close as she savored the taste of me, a low groan reverberating in her chest.
“Oh hell,” she rasped, angling her head towards my fingers for more.
“Open,” I ordered and swiped my fingers across her tongue. Her lips clamped down as she licked every inch clean.
“More.” She breathed hard as I pulled away. “I need more of you.”
The hunger in her eyes darkened as I slid the robe fully off my shoulders and let it fall apart on the couch.
There, in the reflection of her dark pupils, I saw myself spread naked on the deep crimson robe, legs splayed wide without shame. The soft orange lamplight in the corner made me look almost…
Sexy.
Could it be? I’d spent so many years after Rosie’s birth avoiding mirrors that I couldn’t imagine for a brief second that I could look like a wanton pin-up doll.
But the need in Atlas’ scent was proof—proof that I was capable of being wanted.
I crooked a wet finger at her.
“Come here,” I whispered, breaking the invisible barrier that held her back. She fell forward with a low growl, covering me from head to toe.
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Atlas
My teeth sank into Jazmine’s lower lip, drawing a soft, surprised cry from her before it drowned on my tongue. She was so soft, so sweet, soopenbeneath me. Had I ever scented someone as addictive as Jazmine? Had I sunk my fingers into flesh that was as supple and soft?
Nobody’s lips had felt as perfect as this omega.
Skin to skin.
Control was now a foreign concept. I had been with omegas in Heat before, but none of their scents had eradicated my self-control as thoroughly as Jazmine’s. I huffed in a breath, trying to take in as much of her as I could. I wanted to gorge on her pheromones and let it sink deep into my soul.
“Give me your neck.”
Was that my voice? Fuck, it had dropped to a hoarse rasp.
She obeyed without any cruel teasing, moving quickly to heed my order.