Page 27 of Worthy or Knot (Serendipity Omegaverse #3)

Twenty-Seven

COLE

C harlotte’s eyes widen, and her fingers slacken in my hair.

“Really?” Her voice is disbelieving and shocked.

“Yeah.” I kiss her, pulling her bottom lip between my teeth. “I’ve never been with a female Alpha.”

I quietly urge her up to her knees and push her leggings down as far as I can manage. And then groan when I realize she’s not wearing anything underneath.

“Charlotte,” I whisper.

She giggles and then stands on feet that are entirely too steady.

She kicks off the leggings, not even looking to see where they land.

My mouth dries as I take her in, every soft curve and taut line of muscle.

Her lips are swollen, and her hair is already wild where it falls around her shoulders.

Her breasts are small but pert, still wet from my mouth.

Her thighs are lean and strong. The years of her dancing are evident in every lithe limb of her body.

“You, too,” she says.

Without looking away from her, I strip out of my jeans and boxers, letting them fall over the side of the bed.

And then she’s crawling over me, her knees straddling my waist. I quietly settle on my back, grabbing the swells of her hips as she nestles above me.

Her eyes are rooted on the bond scar. An edge creeps into her scent.

Instead of commenting on it, though, on the sudden desire she has to mark me, too, I slip my hand over her hip until I can press my thumb against her clit.

She sucks in a startled breath and bucks into me.

Whatever reservations she may have had fall away.

She grips me with firm, confident hands, stroking me from root to tip, her lip between her teeth.

I press up into her hold, chasing the touch.

It feels so good. Her eyes flick to me and then back to my aching cock.

She moves farther down the bed, her knees caging my own.

My mouth dries out, but I don’t try to stop her.

Her lips are soft as she runs them along the underside of my dick. She traces the thick vein there, first with her finger and then with her tongue. The strangled sound from my throat has a grin lighting her face. I don’t even make it to her mouth surrounding my dick.

“Please,” I beg. Apple surrounds us, drenching the room with my need for her. “God, Charlotte, please let me be inside you.”

Her eyes widen, and then a new wave of her sage blends with the apple.

“I’m on the pill,” she murmurs. “And I’ve only been with Marcus the last two years.”

It takes my mind a minute to process the words, all the blood in my body way farther south than my brain.

“Birth control discussions are something we shouldn’t be having when my dick is in your hands,” I grind out.

She squeezes me, as if I need a reminder of exactly where her hand currently is. She runs that nail across the vein again, and I almost lose it.

“Whoops,” she says. She presses her lips to the head of my dick.

“I was tested a few months ago,” I mutter. It’s something the Council requires when an Omega finally agrees to attend a gala. Not that it mattered for me, but I’m not going to admit to her right now that Marcus had been my last partner. “It all came back negative.”

Without another word, she moves until the tip of my cock notches at her entrance, her knees bracketing my hips. And then she slides down me in a single, luscious movement.

“Jesus, Charlotte,” I groan.

Her cheeks flush, and she clenches around me.

My hands roam over every inch of skin I can reach—her thighs, her knees, her hips.

It’s not until I cup one breast that she finally starts moving, falling into a pattern that feels so natural it must be illegal.

There’s no awkward minute of learning each other, of trying to sync up.

With the first decadent rise and fall of her hips, our bodies sync.

I palm her knees, not trusting myself to keep from bruising her.

Her pace slowly increases. Even with all the pleasure shooting through my veins, I can’t help but watch as her own pleasure overtakes her.

The way her lips drop open and the flush spreads across her chest. The way her scent blends with mine and wraps around us both like it’s a canopy attached to the bed.

The way her walls flex around me with each upward slide, like her body can’t stand the thought of me leaving her for even a moment.

“You’re so beautiful,” I whisper. I flex my hands on her knees, and she perfumes again, her sage wrapping around us like a blanket of warmth and lust and perfection. “You’re fucking perfect.”

She drops her head back as her eyes flutter closed. “Cole, I…”

She shakes her head, and her pace falters. Without thinking, I sit up and wrap an arm around her waist, pulling her flush against my chest. The room spins around me. I slam my eyes shut and breathe hard, fighting down the inevitable nausea.

Not now, Fallon . You have your Alpha riding you. Now is not the time.

As the nausea wanes, I run my lips along her shoulder and then her throat before kissing behind her ear, tangling my fingers in her hair.

“Cole, you feel… This is…” Her throat ripples with a swallow as she drops her head back. Her hair brushes my arm.

She twists her hips, and I grunt. Good God, I’m not going to last much longer. She’s too perfect, too sweet, too lithe and tight. Apple flares around me, and she gasps.

“I don’t want to hurt you,” she whispers.

Her gentleness takes my breath. I kiss her, soft and slow, while urging her hips to grind against mine, needing any movement at all to keep from losing my mind right now.

“You won’t,” I whisper against her lips.

She whines and shakes her head. I grab her chin, forcing her still. Her eyes widen, and there’s a heartbeat of worry, but then her scent strengthens, betraying how much she likes being manhandled. It goes straight to my dick, and I groan as the heat of my orgasm builds hotter.

“Holy hell. You won’t hurt me, promise. I need it. I need you. ”

I let my hand fall from her chin and skate down her body, soaking in the goosebumps that follow my touch. She gasps as I circle her clit, her body clamping down around me. The tension slowly ebbs from her shoulders, and she circles her hips again. I can’t help the pathetic sound that I make.

“God. You feel amazing. You are amazing.”

I push up into her as I play with her nipple, flicking it before pulling it into my mouth.

She mewls, and the sound shoots down my spine.

Holy fuck, she needs to come before I embarrass myself.

I twist a hand into her hair and kiss her, forcing it deep and hard.

When I pull away, her eyes are heavy-lidded, and her breaths come faster than ever.

I circle her clit quicker, watching as the pleasure starts to overwhelm her body.

With a desperate gasp, I whisper, “Now lock me, Alpha.”

She comes on a soft cry, her body tightening above and around me. Before I can finish soaking in the glorious sight of her falling apart for me, her lock tightens down, and I cry out, my own orgasm wrung from me between one breath and the next.

“Holy God,” I mutter, dropping my head into the cradle of her shoulder, pulling her tighter into me.

My entire body shakes with the force of all the sensations.

A new wave of apple explodes from me, surrounding us, and she groans low in her throat.

Her hands are light as air where she runs them up and down my back in long, graceful patterns.

Her teeth trace the column of my throat.

All at once, it’s exactly what I need. Her teeth breaking my skin, tying me to her at the most basic, primal level.

I moan at the thought, at the desperation that seeps into my blood.

“Cole,” she whispers.

She pulls her teeth from away from my skin, and I can’t help but cry out at the loss. She shudders in my hold, her body tightening around my cock even more. The front door closing makes us both jump. Not even a heartbeat later, her lock releases. Our combined mess covers us both.

“We’re back,” Megan calls.

“We’ll be up in a minute,” Charlotte says. Then she kisses me, long and hard. My dick twitches where it’s still inside her. When she eases off of me, I groan at the loss. Her smile is radiant. “I think this counts as flouncing rather than rolling.”

My laugh echoes off the walls.