Page 31 of The Forgotten

“There’s more to that, huh?” he mutters, distracting himself by continuing to kiss any skin available to him. I’m in an off the shoulder top and pajama pants, which means there’s a lot of skin for him to kiss. “Regardless, sex doesn’t have to be scary or a power imbalance.”

“I’m an omega,” I laugh. “The entire world is an imbalance. Maddox attempted to alpha bark me into working for Aled with docked pay. I have an immunity to it now, and they were shocked when I walked out of the office, seemingly no worse for wear.”

“Except, there was tequila and a pity party,” Gareth muses, blowing his breath over my exposed skin. Goosebumps rise quickly over it, and I can feel my nipples tightening in desire.

Outside of being alpha barked to slick and come on demand, I’ve never felt true desire until recently.

“Just feel,” he whispers, forcing my head back so he can capture my lips. “Forget about the rest of the bullshit for a little while.”

Gareth’s hands move so that they’re diving under my shirt, and I moan into his mouth as he squeezes them hard.

“Fuck, they’re a perfect size,” he groans into my mouth. “I bet you could smother me with these.”

Giggling, my resolve to push him away melts as he kisses me. This doesn’t feel scary, and I just want to enjoy it before it ends.

Squeezing my thighs together as I moan, I feel slick push out of my cunt. I haven’t taken my meds since yesterday morning, and I frankly don’t want to control my body anymore.

“You smell so good,” Gareth whispers, his tongue flicking out to trace my lips. “I want to feel how wet you are. Can I?”

“You may be disappointed,” I say before I can stop myself. Bryce used to tell me that I was used up and dry when I was pregnant, despite slicking desperately because he demanded it.

“Never,” Gareth grunts, his fingers already flirting with the waistband of my pants.

My gaze flicks to the dog, and Gareth just chuckles.

“He’s asleep, baby. Balthazar isn’t going to pay any attention to us,” he soothes.

“Okay,” I breathe, whimpering as his hand pushes underneath my waistband. I’m actually wearing panties today, courtesy of Gareth.

It’s so odd that he ordered clothing and essentials for me. No one has really cared enough, outside of my daughter.

“Your skin is so fucking soft,” Gareth says. “Want to know a secret?”

His long fingers press against the scrap of cotton lining covering my pussy lips, making my hips rock forward violently. Gareth’s leg is still locking my lower body in place, which means there’s not far that I can go.

“What?” I ask, feeling his knuckles rub over me, and whining when he nudges my clit.

“I’ve never been with a woman,” he breathes as I gaze into his caramel eyes. My back is bowed, my head pressing against his bare chest as I give him access to my body.

Gareth pushes aside my panties before sliding over my hot, needy pussy. I’m so wet that I can hear my arousal as he finds my clit.

“Why are there so many jokes about finding this when it’s right there?” he teases, smirking as he rubs my clit with slow, steady circles.

“Gareth,” I whine. My brain is melting, but I finally manage to get it to work. “Never?”

“Nope,” he says. “I’ve been with Aled for a long time. You and I…we could be each other’s firsts, Angel.”

Even without saying it, he manages to understand what I refused to say. I’ve left plenty of breadcrumbs for him to follow, I suppose.

Pushing his fingers inside my slick cunt, his eyes nearly cross as I clamp down on them.

“Fuck, it’ll feel even better when you’re full of my cock, won’t it?” he asks in awe.

The words make me claw at his arms as he pumps his fingers inside of me and rolls his thumb over my clit.

“Do me the honor of falling apart for me,” he rasps, kissing me. “I’m right here, I won’t let you fall, Baby Girl.”

“You can’t say that shit to me,” I gasp.