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TWENTY-TWO

Uriah places his fingers back at my entrance and slides in, my slick causing zero resistance. His question along with the movement of his fingers leave me breathless as I spread my legs wider to accommodate him.

“I’m… not sure,” I finally reply, a soft moan falling when he crooks his fingers at the right angle.

“Has no one ever gone down on you, Omega?” His eyes are dilated with lust, but there’s another emotion present now, too. “Am I going to be your first?”

It’s his use of going to be that makes me whimper. I nod because I can’t find the words to speak. I am so tightly wound, I’m afraid that I’ll come from the slightest touch of his tongue.

His fingers move in and out, hitting my g-spot every time. I’m in disarray, the peak rising so quickly it’s both terrifying and illuminating.

I never knew it could be like this. Never . Not until this pack.

Just as I’m about to beg, he lays his body down between my legs, his fingers still moving as he kisses my thigh before turning into my center and inhaling. It makes a blush run up my neck before he groans loudly and finally puts his tongue to my clit, marking soft circles around it.

My back arches, one hand clutching his sheets while the other finds his hair. I feel the edge riding closer and closer as his fingers pick up the pace. I knew this wasn’t going to last long.

“Oh, fuck, Uriah. I’m—I’m going to come.

” On the next hit to my g-spot, dots appear behind my eyes and the string snaps, pushing me into overwhelming bliss.

I cry out as I clench around his fingers and bracket my thighs around his head.

He continues licking and fucking me, carrying me through the orgasm in a wave that’s almost poetic.

Both soft and nimble as he pulls every last sensation out of me.

Once my breathing gets back to normal and I fall back into my body, I feel the overstimulation of my clit as Uriah continues his treatment with his tongue. “Uriah, I can’t,” I whine, but my body only continues to hold him closer, letting him play it like a fiddle.

He licks a stripe from above his fingers back to my clit before he pulls back enough to nip my thigh with his teeth.

I squeal and he gives me a devious smile.

“It may take a while, but I’m not letting you go without another one.

” He pauses his fingers, keeping them curled inside me right on my g-spot. “Just one more, baby.”

Uriah holds my gaze as his lips find my clit once more and sucks.

My body lights up, bowing to his will. At my taste, he moans, causing little vibrations around my clit.

He adds a third finger, and my eyes widen at the wonderful intrusion.

I’m once again climbing the hill, both fascinated and scared of the inevitable release at the end of it.

My fingers find his hair once again and he groans the harder I pull. His lower body moves with his motions, and I find myself gyrating against his face faster and faster, chasing the orgasm that I know will be the end of me.

It almost feels like too much, but my body won’t give it up, determined to reach what feels so close but so far away. His mouth finds the perfect motion, and I moan loudly at the lapping of his tongue. “Right there, right fucking there… oh fuck, it’s happening again.”

He keeps up the new rhythm, his three fingers rocking faster in and out of my entrance and my whimpers get louder.

He pushes them deep inside, curls over my g-spot repeatedly, and I fall headfirst over the hedge, my fingers nearly pulling his hair out of his scalp.

This orgasm is more violent, more explosive, as I find my body folding in half, trying to keep the pleasure for as long as possible.

Uriah never eases up, letting me writhe and contort until I’m panting and breathless, finally falling slack beneath him.

His sheets smell like us, a herbal concoction of incense and sex. It’s dizzying, and also the best combination in the entire world.

He finally stops, pulling out his fingers and placing kisses on the side of my knee. He looks ruined, the skin around his mouth swollen and covered in my arousal. His eyes are dark as he gives me a beautiful smirk.

I get up on my knees and move to pull at his waistband when he touches my wrists delicately.

“This was all about you, baby. I wanted to make you feel good, and I did, that’s all that matters.

I’ll let you touch me next time, I promise.

” He must see the slight pout on my face because he chuckles, pulling my hands up to kiss my knuckles.

“I want to make you feel good, too,” I state, not letting his nonchalance deter me.

“Trust me, you already did.” I raise a brow in confusion as a soft pink spreads across his cheeks. I look down and my eyes widen. In my post-orgasm haze, I hadn’t noticed the wet spot coating his sweats.

Holy shit, did I make him come in his pants ? That’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.

“I did that?”

My shock is evident, and he gives me a bashful smile. “You did. I think my new favorite place might be between your thighs.”

I look back up to his face. “Really?”

“Really.” He nods, leaning back over me. “I think we should set aside more time to do that again so I can get my fill.”

His words make me blush and make my thighs clench once again. “I’m not opposed to that.”

He kisses me then, gentler than before, more intentional. When he pulls back, his features are relaxed and soft. “I can’t fucking wait.”