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It’s a strange, dangerous game we’re playing. He’s in control, but not. I’m feeling deeply for him, but at least half of those feelings aren’t good.
There’s a moment of stillness where our eyes meet. His voice sounds softer as he murmurs, “Do you know how beautiful you are?” Heat and hurt flash through his dark irises. “It tortures me.”
His muscles swell under my touch, his body snapping forward. “You torture me,” he goes on, losing any semblance of gentleness. “Even before I knew you were ours, having you around made me fucking crazy. So now you’re going to make it up to me with your mouth, petal.”
Smith uses his grip on my hair to arrange me where he wants me, tilting his hips to get the tip of his cock to my open mouth. Instead of shoving it directly inside, he rubs the smooth, firm flesh of it over my tongue. Teasing me with his flavor until a whine builds in my chest.
He hisses. “Have to go slow. Can’t fuck your throat the first ti?—”
I move too quickly for him to stop me, sliding my lips down, down, down, as far as I can manage. He snarls, both hands yanking my curls painfully until I bounce back up to his cockhead and swirl my tongue around him.
A strangled groan leaves his mouth while mine works. The hands on my head lose their viciousness, allowing me to attempt to pull him deeper.
I see what he meant when he hits the back of my throat, and I have to work not to gag. I expected it, but I didn’t expect to feel him petting my hair.
“Shh,” he reassures, half-growling, “What you’re doing is perfect. I can teach you more next time. When I’m not?—”
My fingers find his knot, ending his attempt at chivalry. I knead the hot, swollen skin the same way I saw him touch it through my panties, giving rhythmic squeezes and sliding back to touch the balls hanging underneath.
Every time I alternate between the two, his cock jerks between my lips, rewarding me with rich, delicious pre-cum. It reminds me of Cassian’s taste. And imagining the two of them at the same time nearly makes me perfume hard enough to pass out.
Moaning, slick soaking my thighs, I take him deeper, sucking harder. Until angling to let him slip into my throat feels natural.
The second I do, everything changes again. His fingers twist into my scalp, tugging without finesse. A rabid roar sloughs out of him, and he begins pumping his hips up into my face. Basically… fucking my mouth.
It’s a thought that might have horrified me, weeks ago, but right now? My nipples are so tight that I have to use one of my hands to touch them while the other clamps over his knot, stroking it harder.
“My omega,” he growls, all gravel and sin. “Mine.”
He’s fully in rut, I realize. Lost to a haze of lust and need.
He doesn’t mean what he’s saying.
I repeat that to myself, but it doesn’t stop my body from responding; my clit from throbbing for his attention. Every muscle in my core clenches, aching for the feel of his knot expanding inside of me.
I can’t speak, so I just moan again. Letting my neck go limp so he can use me the way he wants. I swallow my thick saliva and his delicious taste, the muscles of my throat constricting around his girth.
Smith looses a snarl that could shatter glass, thrusting mindlessly, unable to stop. He comes in a torrent, emptying down my throat. When he finally begins to pull out, he’s still coming, dribbling delicious bitterness over my tongue while he falls back into the armchair.
His eyes fall shut as his body goes eerily still. From all of my research, I know it’s a good thing. It means that what I did broke the rut’s grasp. Now he’ll sleep for a while and wake up back to being himself.
I know all of that, but it doesn’t stop the pang that hits my heart, sending hurt reverberating through my body. With him passed out, I’m just alone.
Mussed and dirty, with a tender scalp and a body wound tight for release that isn’t coming, I turn and crawl back out the way I came in.
chapter
thirty-three
I wake up to that tug in my middle.
Remi.
I know she’s close by—but I never imagined she’d be this close.
When I blink and roll over, I find her huddled under my sheets, curled into a ball at the foot of my bed.
What the?—
