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I guess in this moment, though, she is mine. I can protect her by swallowing my anger. Brooklyn needs someone to be calm and gentle with her when she’s this defenseless. I give her my sweetest smile.
She doesn’t return it, but her gaze softens.
This is about her. Give the Omega what she needs.
“Can I touch you?” I whisper. My fingers reach out toward hers, hovering above her hand.
She blinks, and her head dips in a quick nod. Lightly, I set my hand against hers. I stroke the sensitive skin on the inside of her wrist, making little circles. The skin of her hand is callused from work, but the rest of her is so perfectly soft. Her breathing gets heavier, and her eyes wander from my face to follow the movement of my hand. I can fucking smell her slick get heavier. She’s just as turned on right now as I am.
But I don’t rush. I have to earn her trust for this.
I drag my hand slowly up her arm, and she doesn’t stop me. By the time I’ve reached her shoulder, I take a chance and cup her face in my hand. She leans into my touch so beautifully, and my chest swells. I’ve never had anything this precious in my hand.
“You’re doing so well,” I murmur.
One minute we’re staring at each other, and the next, she kisses me. The touch of her lips is light, and I only get a second to appreciate how soft and plush her lips are before she backs away again. Her chest rises as she breathes rapidly, like she’s scared of what she just initiated.
I can’t help my grin. She doesn’t want me to just fuck her fast to take the pain away—if she wanted to rush, she could have just jumped me instead of backing off. No, she wants me to take care of her and make her feel good. The way an Alpha is supposed to.
If Brooklyn wants me to take care of her, I’m more than happy to oblige.
I lean in and kiss her softly. Her lips part almost immediately, like she’s a rose blooming under my touch. She’s so beautifully responsive, melting against me like she knows our bodies were made for each other. A little moan escapes her and sets my pulse thumping. Already, my cock feels rock-hard against my zipper. I’m drowning in her perfect wildflower scent.
I guide my tongue into her mouth as the kiss deepens. Our tongues tangle, and the taste of her could take an Alpha to his knees. Her back arches as she pushes more firmly against me, her gorgeous breasts pressed against my chest.
I guide her to lie back against her quilt, supporting my weight on my elbows while I settle her under me. Her legs open to let me fit between them, my cock lining up perfectly with her hips. I can’t stop myself from thrusting against her, enjoying the friction between us. Her rosebud lips part and she cries out, her fingers gripping my shoulders through my shirt. She feels so small underneath me. The perfect little Omega.
It’s time to warm her up for me. I reach between us, and my fingers move slowly up her thighs, giving her time to stop things if I’m going too fast. She lifts her hips, her core pressing into my hand before I touch her. I groan at how hot and wet she feels already seeping through her shorts and panties.
I should undress her first, but I can’t fucking wait. I pull the fabric to the side and cup her slick folds. Fuck, she’s absolutely drenched. I want to plunge my fingers inside her and watch her face while she gets filled up. But now that I’m touching her, she’s frozen. So I let her take a moment to think—this is her show.
“I don’t know what to do,” she whispers finally.
My heart cracks open. She speaks. Her voice is rusty and broken, like she hasn’t used it in a long time. But she’s communicating with me, and it’s all I could ask for right now.
“It’s okay,” I say, nuzzling my face against her neck. “I’ll show you.”
I take my time tracing her swollen pink folds with my fingers, carefully avoiding her clit. All in good time—she’s going to be desperate for me by the time I deliver the relief she’s craving. I don’t give a fuck about anything outside this shelter. It’s just her and me, and I plan on taking my sweet time making her come.
The next time my fingers slide along her core, her knees snap closed. I tut disapprovingly at her.
“No, baby,” I murmur. “You’re going to keep those legs open so I can see you. Trust me, I’m going to make you feel good.”
She whimpers, but lets her legs fall back open. I smile my approval, and reward her by brushing my thumb against her clit. She gasps, then whines when my fingers go right back to stroking her everywhere else. Even though I’m driving her crazy, her thighs glisten with her slick. I know what she needs, and I have every intention of giving it to her.
I watch her reaction with each swipe of my fingers. Her thighs are trembling harder, her gorgeous pussy so pink and sensitive. Her scent fills the shelter, overwhelming me. I alternate between touching her clit like she wants me to and circling around it, delaying her satisfaction. When she doesn’t get the touch she wants, she whines in desperation. I kiss her roughly, swallowing her cries.
“That’s it, sweetheart,” I tell her. “Moan for me. Show me how much you want it.”
Brooklyn obeys, like the good girl she is. It’s a perfect symphony, her noises of pleasure surrounding me as I drive her closer and closer to her orgasm. When I slip one finger inside her hot, tight channel, she buries her face in my neck like she’s overwhelmed. Gently, I guide her head back down.
“No, baby,” I instruct. “I want you to look at me. You’re gonna come, and I want to see every moment.”
Her walls flutter around my finger, and her teeth are clenched, like she’s trying to stop herself from letting go. That won’t do.
“No holding back now,” I whisper. “Let go and let me get you there. There we go. Come for me, baby.”
Her inner walls clench around me and she shrieks unabashedly as she comes. She’s so fucking beautiful, arching her slender body as pleasure rockets through her veins. A sense of power and satisfaction thrums through me. I made her feel like this. I might be the first one who really made it good for her. It shouldn’t, but it still feels really fucking satisfying.
