Page 19 of Petals and Strings (Broken Melodies #1)

“Take my shirt off, sweetheart,” I said as I leaned forward. His eyes fluttered closed as my lips brushed over his.

He didn’t move until I’d leaned back again. I didn’t rush him, I simply waited.

With trembling fingers, Ansel lifted my shirt. His eyes slowly slid over my exposed skin. The uniform bra was a sports bra, but I had enough cleavage that his tongue was darting out to wet his lips.

His gaze rested on my scars but he didn’t shy away or flinch, he just took them in like the rest of me, gentle fingers grazing over them and down to the top of my breasts.

“The bra, too, Ansel. Then you’re going to touch me. Do what feels right,” I guided him. “There’s no bad touch with you.”

I meant it, too. The touch he had, his scent, couldn’t be compared with the awful, cloying scents I’d endured before.

He was different. This was so vastly different it didn’t trigger a single awful memory in my mind. He seemed to chase them away and keep me grounded.

We needed this to be our moment together. A chance to reclaim and own what was stolen. To create something new and untarnished.

Ansel’s touch was featherlight as he swept the straps down then lowered the cups so my breasts were freed. His breath hitched at the sight of me and the scent of both of our slick bloomed again, a sweet, enticing scent that was rounded out by the citrus and florals.

“You’re beautiful,” he said to me, eyes meeting mine as his fingers teased over my shoulders and down my collar bone. I let out a sigh as he finally wrapped his hands around my breasts.

I could feel the tremor running through him and when he froze, I took over, pressing my lips against his.

Ansel’s eyes fluttered closed as he melted into me. I led the kiss, teasing my tongue over his lips, asking for entrance.

Those sweet lips parted on a sigh and I swept in, tasting his sweetness and a hint of the hot chocolate he had with breakfast.

His weakness. Something I wanted to perfect one day when we started a new life. A real one that we controlled.

“Touch me,” he begged, nearly in tears with how badly he needed this.

“Can I put my mouth on you?” I asked as I lifted his shirt, tossing it aside.

“Please,” he whimpered, eyes closed and hips canting, seeking out my heat. He was so responsive and sweet, I wanted to devour him whole.

This was insane. We were hardly in the right place to do this and it felt so damn fast, but also, right.

We came together in an explosive clash, an immediate show of care and strength. Something like that changes you. It changed us.

His skin was just as sweet and tart as his scent. I found my tongue darting out, dancing across the expanse of his soft skin as I worked down his chest.

A needy whimper echoed out as I flicked the tip of my tongue over his taut nipples, grinning against his chest at the sound.

So fucking reactive.

I continued moving lower, pausing just below his navel.

“How far? Should I stop? You’re safe with me, but control is all yours.”

“I don’t want control,” he pleaded. “Take what’s yours. Show me that this body isn’t theirs, but mine to give away.”

The control he handed over to me was monumental and felt so fucking heavy it was hard to breathe. But with his scent in my nose and his needy whimpers, the way he writhed, desperate for his touch, had me continuing my descent.

When I reached his waistband, I slowly peeled it down along with his boxers. He easily kicked them aside, spreading his legs to make room for me.

His cock was hard and already leaking. He was smaller than the average alpha dicks I’d seen, but proportionate to his body. I liked that he wasn’t going to gag or hurt me, and I knew we’d fit together perfectly.

“So beautiful,” I told him, my voice low and laced in reverence. “Your body, your voice, your scent, your pain and scars, your fucking strength.”

He whimpered again, a tear leaking out as his cock twitched, inviting me to touch him.

“Are you sure?”

Those green eyes took me in. “You make me feel real again, alive. Touch me, Audrey. Make me yours.”

With that, I leaned down and buried my nose against his pelvic bone, breathing in the mixed scent of his slick and natural scent, laced in sharp desire.

My tongue teased over his cock as my fingers slid between his legs, ghosting over his balls, and down to the slick pooling between his cheeks.

I teased over his entrance, gathering the slick before using it as lube.

My fingers circled him, adding pressure as I slid over his entrance, the slick allowing him to easily take it.

“Ungh,” he groaned, hands fisting in the sheets and back arching. I knew I was being slow, but I wanted him to know that it could be sweet, that I could savor him for hours and never grow tired of it.

That he was the focus, his pleasure, but his heart was also safe and protected.

My mouth watered, saliva pooling at the scent. It was strong, but that only made me want him more.

Eventually, I gave in and wrapped my lips around his swollen head.

His taste was so damn sweet, yet tart. Sharp like an orange but rounded out by the omega lingering underneath.

My hands sought his out until we were properly bracketed together. I chanced a look at him, needing to know he was doing alright, constantly checking in.

His eyes were locked onto me, watching as I swallowed him. He was present and let out a soft whimper when I stopped.

With that, I sank back down, flattening my tongue and sucking hard before setting a pace that had him writhing and babbling, fingers squeezing mine to stay steady.

“I’m going to come, Audrey. Can I come? Please?” His pleas were raspy whispers.

I knew I’d never deny him anything.

“Come for me, my beautiful boy,” I said as I lifted off, then I was sinking back over him until my mouth was full of this gorgeous omega.

His grip tightened, hips jutting up again as his entire body trembled. Then my name fell from those sweet, plump lips, low enough it was just for me.

All mine.

His cum hit the back of my throat and I swallowed down every sweet and tart drop, savoring the taste as I soaked through my own panties.

When he sank back against the sheets, his grip loosening, I gently licked over every inch of him, cleaning him up before tucking him back into his pants, pulling on my shirt and leaving my bra, and climbing back into place in his arms.

“You did so good for me, Ansel,” I praised, soaking in the feel of his warmth and listening to his heart beat frantically in his chest.

“Let me help you,” he offered but I shook my head.

“Next time. That was everything. Just soak it in, feel it, know you’re safe here with me. You are enough.”

He held me tight as he let those words soak in. He trembled under me, soft tears flowing down his cheeks as he let the feelings settle into his being, the way they did to mine.

We might be broken and lost, but maybe little by little we were finding ourselves in each other.