Page 15 of Two For the Show (Trapped On The Tightrope Duet #2)

My mouth drops open at the brazen words that tumble out of Dario’s mouth.

“I’m sorry, I must’ve misunderstood you.”

He shoves himself into my space, all signs of the jokester Alpha gone and replaced with a predator that looks as if he wants to eat me alive.

“You did not. There’s no way you can bite me if your mouth isn’t near me. It’s science. So you’re going to sit on my face, Alex, and let me show you what being my Omega is going to look like.”

I groan, throwing my head back. How am I supposed to say no to that?

I’m not supposed to, am I?

Sylvia told me to chase love. She’d want me to give this relationship everything I’ve got .

Maybe she didn’t mean orgasms by everything, but hey. I’ve got the capacity for a few of those in me.

“Okay.”

A shiver overtakes him. The Alpha throws his head back, eyes closed, and clenches his fists like he’s having trouble keeping control of himself. “Don’t toy with me, Omega. I’m hanging on by a thread, here.”

“I’m not toying with you,” I promise him. “I want you, Dario. No, not want. Need. I need you, Alpha.”

A snarl rumbles in his chest, a sound I never thought I’d hear from such a happy-go-lucky man. He barely gives me time to process it before he pushes me onto my back and dives for the button of my pants.

He fumbles with it for a moment, like his brain and fingers aren’t communicating, but he figures it out and rips them off of me. I’m glad I decided to wear cute panties today, because he is running his nose up the center of them.

“God, you smell so fucking good. Like the best cake I’ve ever eaten.” He gently pulls the cute hipsters off me, suddenly willing to take his time now that I’m splayed out before him, even though I’m on fire waiting for him to touch me, kiss me, anything.

I feed my fingers through his shaggy hair and try to use it to pull him closer to me. He chuckles, the sound so light and free that it reminds me of the Dario the world gets to see.

But the version he becomes when the laughter fades? The man who is between my thighs with heat in his eyes and a scent so thick that I may drown in it?

This version of Dario is only for me.

And maybe Jude, if those looks Dario gave him during the rut were anything to go by.

Oh, being between those two would be so much fun. Jude is so intense, and Dario is so carefree. Having the attention of both would be a heady pleasure.

A sharp nip on my thigh has my brain coming back online. “Lost you for a second there. What were you thinking about?”

I decide to throw caution to the wind and tell him the truth. “Being between you and Jude.”

His eyes fall close, and he shudders, chewing on his lower lip. “You’d like that?”

“Uh, yeah. I question the sanity of anyone who wouldn’t, to be honest.”

“You wouldn’t mind us being together?” A vulnerability bleeds into his voice that makes me want nothing more than to soothe him. Maybe while I’m naked and his head is between my thighs isn’t the time to do this, but I get the impression this is important that he knows before this goes any further.

“No, not at all. I also don’t care that Matteo and Quinton are together.

We all have different relationships with one another.

I will never begrudge someone seeking more love and pleasure from this cold, cruel world.

” I sit up a little, enough to touch his face.

“Promise you’ll stay within the pack, yeah?

I don’t think I could handle it if you found another Omega. ”

He exhales sharply, as if this was heavily weighing on him. “Fair boundary. Now,” he says softly, pressing a kiss to my inner thigh, “lie back down and let me show you how much that means to me.”

Before I get a chance to react, he’s kissing my slit softly. The barest of touches. Nothing more than a tease. Still, I can feel how slick I am, and my hips flex up, wanting more.

He gives me what I crave when he drags his tongue up me before using one of his hands to pull me open gently. The point of his tongue teases my clit, circling it but not quite touching it, and I whine, needing more.

“Don’t tease me,” I whine, weaving my fingers into his hair and bucking my hips up. “Please, Alpha, I need you.”

He gives me a final, long lick with his broad tongue before pulling away. Dario crawls up my body, dipping his face to give me a taste of myself on his lips. The kiss is filthy like he’s fucking my mouth with his tongue, and it’s over way too soon.

But then he rolls over onto his back and taps his lips with two fingers. “Climb up, Omega. My ears are cold and I need your thighs to warm them up.”

I snort an unattractive laugh. “The heat is on in here.”

“Shh, don’t try to apply logic to my pickup lines. You’ll hurt your head.”

I’ve never climbed onto a man’s face while laughing. I feel like that’s a uniquely Dario situation, and I love that.

I barely have a chance to perch above him before he’s yanking my hips down, spearing me on his tongue. I gasp, shoulders hunching forward. I can feel his chuckle of pure male satisfaction at my reaction.

He shifts me down so his tongue hits my clit perfectly, flattened and nearly desperate to taste me. I prop myself up on the wall behind his bed, giving in to the desire to grind my face into him.

The need to come is overwhelming, but Dario seems determined to draw this out.

Every time I press myself harder against his tongue, he backs off a little, resorting to kissing my clit gently.

I’m about to grab his hair and yank him where I want him when a finger drags through me, circling my entrance.

“Yes,” I nearly beg. “Please.”

I don’t need to use specifics, because he knows exactly what I’m asking for. He pushes that finger inside me, and the relief I feel is immediate. I throw my head back, a sigh of relief escaping me that has Dario humming a smug sound and me clenching my thighs.

Something about a man who knows what he’s doing and is confident in his skills is so fucking hot.

I can feel his body jerk and rustle beneath me, and I look behind me to see Dario struggling to get his pants undone. Once he does, I watch as he pulls out his cock, which is swollen and dripping, and fists it clumsily.

My mouth waters with the need to taste him. As I try to turn around so I can take his dick into my mouth, he drops it and clutches my thighs, holding me in place.

“No, Omega.” His voice is slightly muffled against my flesh. “Can’t let you get that mouth on me. I don’t want my bond mark on my cock. Once I’ve earned it, I want to be able to show it off, and I doubt you’d appreciate me walking around dick out.”

The idea of that has me growling, and he laughs heartily.

“See?” He lightly nips at my clit, and my body nearly crumbles against him. He doesn’t need to say anything else, because two fingers slide inside me and my brain stutters, emptying of all thoughts but the pleasure that he’s bringing me.

He curls his fingers against the vestibule that is made to accommodate his knot, and I can’t hold back the pleasured, wordless sounds that spill out of my mouth.

Almost as if that sound makes him feral, he picks up the pace, one more finger sliding inside me, and his tongue works my clit in a way that has the pleasure coiling tight inside me.

My toes curl, and I desperately pinch at my nipple through my bra. I’m barely supporting myself against the wall with my other hand. His shoulder moves beneath me, and I know he’s working his cock over again, but I’m too lost in the pleasure to insist that he let me help him.

The moment he slides a fourth finger in me, overlapping them slightly and making me feel so beautifully full, he sucks my clit into his mouth, and I can’t hold back anymore.

An orgasm races through me, leaving me twitching and shaking and probably suffocating my Alpha, but it’s like he sucked my brain out through my clit, so I can’t find it in me to worry about silly little things like breathing.

A masculine groan beneath me and the spike of his scent tells me he reached completion as well, and I collapse onto his bed, breathing heavily.

We lay side by side, panting, trying to catch our breath.

I can see the sticky mess on his hand once my vision is no longer blurry, and I can’t stop myself.

I grab it and drag my tongue across his palm, cleaning his mess off.

The taste of him is enough to make me want to go a second round, and Dario must agree, because he throws his head back with a pained sound.

“Don’t do that or I’m not going to be able to hold back from fucking you.

” I look down at his cock, his knot inflated, but before I can say that’s not a bad idea, he gathers me in his arms and presses my head to his chest. A kiss on my forehead has me relaxing. “Not right now, sweetheart. Next time.”

Maybe planning for the future, even if it’s only another date, should make me nervous.

But it doesn’t.

The bond with Dario no longer feels inevitable. It feels necessary.